PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
As he scooted away she relaxed a bit. Apparently the point had gotten through the drunken fog, and she took a long drink of the whiskey in her flask. "I am too." she said with a sigh, looking down at the ground. No one wanted to be sad and lonely and hurting. But it was where she was, with no end in sight.
"And yet you carry very strong opinions for someone who is neither smart nor rational." she said, half joking, half serious. He did have a tendency to be very pig headed when he wished to be, and arguing only made him increasingly stubborn. Perhaps it was a Launceleyn trait. "That's because you're grieving. It'll pass in time. Or so I am told." she added with a light shrug.
But at his question, she paused, holding his gaze steadily for a time as she remained silent. "I do." she said simply, not shying away from it, nor changing her tune from when they last spoke of this.
"And yet you carry very strong opinions for someone who is neither smart nor rational." she said, half joking, half serious. He did have a tendency to be very pig headed when he wished to be, and arguing only made him increasingly stubborn. Perhaps it was a Launceleyn trait. "That's because you're grieving. It'll pass in time. Or so I am told." she added with a light shrug.
But at his question, she paused, holding his gaze steadily for a time as she remained silent. "I do." she said simply, not shying away from it, nor changing her tune from when they last spoke of this.
