dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you She can’t help the light laugh that escapes as a retort quickly rises to the surface of her mind, and even more quickly leaves her lips. ”My sincerest apologies, your excellency I forgot how fragile the royal ego is.” she said dryly, the grin on her lips and playful hint in her tone indicating this was all still in the name of fun. And lifting his spirits. But for a moment stillness passes between them. They are both caught off guard by the sudden closeness of their faces. His gaze bores into her, pinning her in place as she watched with her wide, honeyed eyes. Helpless, like always, unable to do anything but await his lead, the palest of blushes rising in her cheeks…and then he pulled back. It was expected. It was wise. But her eyes showed briefly the tiniest hint of hurt at the action. No one liked rejection, even when warranted, even when the offer had been unspoken, ungiven, unintentional even. ”Swiftly dealt with, hm? Oh no, the Puddle is going to punish me for hurting his feeling.” she teased right back, taking his usual nomer of the Flood and twisting it to a diminutive.