PHOEBE
Phoebe’s eyes glanced towards the sandwich sitting near the fire and just looking at it made her stomach lurch. She still craved raw meat, as much as it disgusted her, and to consider eating a sandwich made her want to gag. ”I’m not hungry.” she said quietly, walking over to the plate. She did oblige and drink the cup of water. Pim shuffled forward and sniffed at the sandwich. If Phoebe wasn’t going to eat it, that meant he could eat it, right?
The blonde walked over to the couch, grabbing a few throw blankets on back and wrapping them around herself. She built herself a right cocoon, only her face peering out from the blankets she was burrito wrapped in as she sat. A sigh escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered closed. This was far more comfortable than the floor of her cell in the jail, that was for certain.
The blonde walked over to the couch, grabbing a few throw blankets on back and wrapping them around herself. She built herself a right cocoon, only her face peering out from the blankets she was burrito wrapped in as she sat. A sigh escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered closed. This was far more comfortable than the floor of her cell in the jail, that was for certain.
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
