dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe laughed a little and looked down at his torso. He had toned up quite a bit in the time they’d been apart. ”So, lemon bars and some weights. I can make that happen.” she said cheekily. But her demeanor changed in an instant as Jata turned and laid on his side. Some things did stay the same…but clearly others changed drastically, and try as she might she couldn’t help but be a bit hurt by it. Her honeyed eyes looked away, a hint of a frown playing on her lips. It wasn’t a let down as much as it was confirmation. So this is what it was like to be star-crossed. But this is what old Phoebe would do. She would sit and ruminate and tear herself apart. She would regret and hurt and pine for what? Nothing. Nothing at all. If you want it, then have it. Frey’s voice echoed in her mind. It didn’t mean she would get it in the end, but she needed to pursue it at least. She needed to try. ”Jata…” she said softly. ”I…I know you need time. I know you’re hurting and I respect that but…but I can’t help but wonder.” she said, voice hardly more than a whisper as she turned to look at him again, brows knitted together in concern. He struggled with being vulnerable, where vulnerability came more naturally to her than breathing. ”Are we…impossible? Do you not…am I not…” she struggled for the words, not really wanting to say them. But Lusea had been what ended them. Not because they didn’t care for each other. Not because of a big fight or major differences. And now that she was no more… ”Do we really have no future together? Because I…I would try…if you would…when you’re ready…”