bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet She listened in silence, looking at him but not at the same time, seeming far and away. She imagined Frey's realm, bright and warm and comforting, ever shifting as the god did. Overwhelmingly pleasant and unreal. Reality was so disappointing, and though she could not truly live where Frey resided forever until the day Ludo came to take her to Mort, she could exist there in her mind. Her imagination was a powerful thing, Frey had said, and as always, they were right. Her head slowly shook as he finally fell silent. "What I want to help me is a loveless marriage because I will not be alone." she said softly, some clarity returning to her eyes for the briefest of moments, pulled from Frey's fantasy realm. "If you are off with other women, then I am still alone, with my misery, and hate, and mourning. I don't want marriage for name or protection, I want it for presence" she said quietly, gaze slipping away again as images of bright green his and warm pink breezes came to life behind her eyes, far and away from Jata.