PHOEBE
Phoebe cackled - truly cackled - as he squeaked in surprise at her antics. It was fun and suddenly she truly understood the delight Frey got in teasing those who prayed to them. She only laughed more as she was lifted and shook about. But it did nothing to temper her antics. Instead it was like blowing on a flame - her boldness flaring as bubbling questions and curiousity boiled over.
The blonde tilted her head back so the back of her head rested on his shoulder, leaving her lips closer to his ear. "Sorry, I forgot, your style is showing up to a girl's wedding and saying everything she ever wanted to hear to see if you can get her to leave with you instead, right?" she said quietly, tone playful but somehow still full of earnestness. "Making sure she feels enough that even if she doesn't she will regret it forever and you'll know you'll at least always plague her with that in retribution?"
The blonde tilted her head back so the back of her head rested on his shoulder, leaving her lips closer to his ear. "Sorry, I forgot, your style is showing up to a girl's wedding and saying everything she ever wanted to hear to see if you can get her to leave with you instead, right?" she said quietly, tone playful but somehow still full of earnestness. "Making sure she feels enough that even if she doesn't she will regret it forever and you'll know you'll at least always plague her with that in retribution?"
Honeybee, your soul is golden
