Phoebe
"No. It's not. It's you throwing a temper tantrum like a toddler." she said dryly before tipping back the drink to take a long draw from it. And for Frey's sake did it burn! Her nose wrinkled and eyes squeezed shut as she managed to swallow the bitter drink. It lacked all the smoothness and oakyness she liked from a good whiskey and seemed to be straight alcohol. Of course, what else was likely to be found in a place like Halo? Time was better spent on survival than crafting decent liquor. Though really, given its warming properties she might've thought it would be an ever so slightly higher priority.
She took her hand back as he let it go, carefully readjusting the ring on her finger. "What do you care if I play with it? It's the only nice thing you've done since all this started pretty much." she grumbled, glaring at her cup.
She took her hand back as he let it go, carefully readjusting the ring on her finger. "What do you care if I play with it? It's the only nice thing you've done since all this started pretty much." she grumbled, glaring at her cup.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
