Blighted Bars

PHOEBE

”Then start using it correctly.”Phoebe snipped, sipping her drink again. It warmed her belly and helped stave off the cold that cut through the sweater she had donned over her dress, pieces of her wet hair already frozen solid. But as he rounded on her, casting excuses and explanations, as if they would somehow forgive his sins, for the first time – of her own volition, without the blight spurring her words or any guise of maintaining a peace, she stood her ground. ”First of all, in all your years, the only thing or person you have ever been fully loyal to is yourself, case and point, what just happened in there AND if you actually loved Lusea and not just what she could do for you, you would have left her to protect her from your father’s wrath which you knew was bound to come back to bite you – and by you I mean her. Second of all, you are normal. Coming here doesn’t make you a different person so stop whining about everything as if you’re the only person who has had to learn to adjust. You aren’t special. And third of all you left me the second Lusea walked through that door.” Phoebe said through grit teeth, glaring at him with all she had.

”If I tell you what is in it, its not like you’ll recognize it.” Phoebe said to him with a huff. ”Valerian root, cannabis oil, chamomile, hops oil, lemon balm, and St. John’s wort.” she said, listing off the ingredients in no particular order. Her eyes narrowed at him though, at the implications of what he said. ”Don’t you dare threaten me. I might not be much, but my friends are much more powerful than you will ever be.”

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

Table Code by Sky!