PHOEBE
"You keep saying the word can't and I don't think you know what it means." she said dryly as she took a sip of her spiked coffee. Can't and won't - while they sounded the same - were not and yet he regularly substituted one for the other so as to abdicate himself of guilt.
But then he asked what was in the tonic. Oh. No. He. Didn't.
If looks could kill, he would have been a pile of ash. "Oh no. You will not be blaming this on the tonic." she said in a low, dangerous tone. "There is nothing in that tonic that will influence your ability to decide. It calms and clears the mind. That's it. Your decision to cheat on Lusea because you don't care what she thinks is on you." she snapped, glaring daggers at him. "For how much you claim to love her you were quick to stay. That is your fault."
But then he asked what was in the tonic. Oh. No. He. Didn't.
If looks could kill, he would have been a pile of ash. "Oh no. You will not be blaming this on the tonic." she said in a low, dangerous tone. "There is nothing in that tonic that will influence your ability to decide. It calms and clears the mind. That's it. Your decision to cheat on Lusea because you don't care what she thinks is on you." she snapped, glaring daggers at him. "For how much you claim to love her you were quick to stay. That is your fault."
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
