Phoebe
Her lips pressed together in a thin line as he struck a chord - and not a nice one either. It was exhausting putting up with him. Once upon a time she would have quietly kept up the guise to keep the peace but now? Why? What did it do for her other than make her feel increasingly awful until she broke down - which always earned her pity she didn't want. She stopped in her tracks, honeyed eyes glaring at him uncharacteristically. "Do I, Jata?" she near hissed, white steam pluming from her own lips. "You are constantly an ass to me, you make clear you loathe being around me, and every chance you get you try to leave. That you haven't tried to kill me in my sleep so far seems a damn miracle." she huffed at him, anger ringing clear in her tone.
"Fine." she huffed, starting forward once again for the inn, arms crossed around her torso as she did her very best to ignore him now.
"Fine." she huffed, starting forward once again for the inn, arms crossed around her torso as she did her very best to ignore him now.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
