I believe that the darkness reminds us where light can be
Nothing worked. Nothing helped. Everything she did was wrong. Phoebe sat there, staring at the snow around her feet, gripping the edge of the hay bale she sat on. His works struck like knives, cutting away at her in small bits. In a strange twist of fate, whether the Launceleyn realized it or not, he fell into a pattern he knew well - brow beating another for daring to step out of an imperceptible line because of their nature. The gut-wrenching feeling was followed by a wave of anxiety, her limbs trembling lightly.
The anxiety she felt washed over Pim as well, and boy was he not pleased with this development. He should’ve killed the male while he’d had the chance but noooooooo. Frey said it would make his human sad days for a long time. The pink little dragon marched his way as close to the shrine as he dared – not wanting to be too far from Phoebe – and roared at the top of his little dragon lungs for the god, angry and wrathful at the human male, his roar echoing through the stone building and making some of the Luxere lift their heads in alarm. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid humans! Fix it! Or Pim make sad sad days for everyone for all time! he shouted in the tongue of his kin, stamping one foot. Dragon rage was no joke friends.
Of course, the dragonling was under no impression that the deity would show, but it felt very good to roar like that.
But the anger Pim felt coursed through Phoebe as her anxiety course through him, and it emboldened her if only slightly. Her brows furrowed as she looked up at Loren, eyes still glassy with tears. ”You don’t know me or how I feel either, Loren.” she said darkly, lower lip trembling as she held back a waterfall of emotion. ”You shattered my best friend’s heart and I told him that he needed to respect your request for space, that he had acted foolishly and brainlessly. I defended your side.” she said, calmly but with more iron in her words. ”I don’t have to be your friend to care. That’s just how I am.”
The anxiety she felt washed over Pim as well, and boy was he not pleased with this development. He should’ve killed the male while he’d had the chance but noooooooo. Frey said it would make his human sad days for a long time. The pink little dragon marched his way as close to the shrine as he dared – not wanting to be too far from Phoebe – and roared at the top of his little dragon lungs for the god, angry and wrathful at the human male, his roar echoing through the stone building and making some of the Luxere lift their heads in alarm. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid humans! Fix it! Or Pim make sad sad days for everyone for all time! he shouted in the tongue of his kin, stamping one foot. Dragon rage was no joke friends.
Of course, the dragonling was under no impression that the deity would show, but it felt very good to roar like that.
But the anger Pim felt coursed through Phoebe as her anxiety course through him, and it emboldened her if only slightly. Her brows furrowed as she looked up at Loren, eyes still glassy with tears. ”You don’t know me or how I feel either, Loren.” she said darkly, lower lip trembling as she held back a waterfall of emotion. ”You shattered my best friend’s heart and I told him that he needed to respect your request for space, that he had acted foolishly and brainlessly. I defended your side.” she said, calmly but with more iron in her words. ”I don’t have to be your friend to care. That’s just how I am.”
phoebe
