PHOEBE
Phoebe didn't much pay attention to Jata's whereabouts as she washed herself and redressed. Where she had thought she would feel dirty or guilty, she suddenly felt empowered. Here was a man, whom she had once held great affection for, who she had placed on a pedestal (as she did with most men she cared for but we aren't going to delve too deeply in the ingrained patriarchal attitudes of her psyche) and now she was part of his well deserved ruin. How so? By having a very lovely time for herself, that's how! The power of men was clearly about as fragile as their egos.
She fixed herself a cup of coffee with cream and whiskey then, before deciding to go out to the porch to see what damage she might've done to the yard. Instead she found Jata. "Oh. You're still here."
She fixed herself a cup of coffee with cream and whiskey then, before deciding to go out to the porch to see what damage she might've done to the yard. Instead she found Jata. "Oh. You're still here."
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
