PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
Phoebe had been busy that...day? Night? Mid-afternoon? Who knew anymore. As much as she had tried to maintain a sleep schedule for the boys, the darkness threw that all out of whack. As it was, she had been tending the three little broken hearts, wiping tears, hugging and rocking, quiet assurances, and all the love the midwife could muster for her nephews. It was where the Ascended Queen would find her in the College, seeing to the boys who were currently being appeased with cookies amidst a pile of pillows and blankets from what looked to be a ramshackle blanket fort. The midwife paled to see the queen, and quickly stood, remembering that she had apparently threatened to take the children from her at one point in time. Pim felt her unease and stepped in front of the boys, stretching his wings out as if to hide them.
She steeled herself for what was likely to follow, and the young woman pulled herself to her full height, head held high as she approached. "What can I help you with?" she said softly, though her apprehension was clear in her honeyed gaze. If she thought she was going to take the boys from her, especially now, she would have a fight on her hands - as much of one as Phoebe could muster anyways.
She steeled herself for what was likely to follow, and the young woman pulled herself to her full height, head held high as she approached. "What can I help you with?" she said softly, though her apprehension was clear in her honeyed gaze. If she thought she was going to take the boys from her, especially now, she would have a fight on her hands - as much of one as Phoebe could muster anyways.
