PHOEBE
"You're never stronger when you deny part of your self. You are more than a fighter. You are more than a killer. And I love all of it. The fighter. The killer. The lover. The soft side and the hard side." she said, her voice shaking. But it wasn't just her voice. It was her hands, her arms, her legs, her whole body trembled with the strength of the emotion that ran through her. Just as she loved Frey for all the layers that made them them, not just the sex-craved face most saw, she loved all the layers that made Jata Jata.
"Is that the real reason you won't choose me? Because you're afraid?" she asked, her voice breaking again. Don't choose her because he didn't love her as much. Don't choose her because she didn't make him as happy as Lusea. Don't choose her because she was more difficult. But don't let it be that she wasn't chosen because he was afraid.
"Is that the real reason you won't choose me? Because you're afraid?" she asked, her voice breaking again. Don't choose her because he didn't love her as much. Don't choose her because she didn't make him as happy as Lusea. Don't choose her because she was more difficult. But don't let it be that she wasn't chosen because he was afraid.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
