Phoebe
Her nose wrinkled as he tossed words back at her, twisting the issue to verify he had a right to do what he did without a hint of guilt. Typical. "Sure, yes, you're mad about the marriage which means you've every right to treat me like garbage. I forgot, thank you for the reminder dear." she said dryly, glaring at the snow covered ground. "It has nothing to do with what I think of you, but everything to do with how you act." she quipped back, not willing to take the burden of this on her shoulders. She had been trying. He had been pissing and moaning. There was a big difference.
Fortunately the Inn was close and attached to a Tavern which she desperately needed now that they were officially fighting. Again. Gods would it ever stop. "Whatever's hot and strong." she said to the barkeep after beelining to it, shedding the heavy coat and gloves she wore, paying absolutely no attention to if Jata followed or not. Absentmindedly she twirled her ring around her finger, still unaware of the affect it would have on her ball-of-friggen-sunshine husband.
Fortunately the Inn was close and attached to a Tavern which she desperately needed now that they were officially fighting. Again. Gods would it ever stop. "Whatever's hot and strong." she said to the barkeep after beelining to it, shedding the heavy coat and gloves she wore, paying absolutely no attention to if Jata followed or not. Absentmindedly she twirled her ring around her finger, still unaware of the affect it would have on her ball-of-friggen-sunshine husband.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
