PHOEBE
Phoebe took a sip of her drink before looking up at Branbast in the rafters. She sat that way for a time, fingers absently thrumbing against the arm rest of her chair. But after a few long moments a slow smile curved her lips. Then a light laugh parted them and she shook her head, stifling her laughter with another drink. "If you think Frey would create a demigod from a living person and miss a prime opportunity to fuck someone then you clearly don't know them well." she said. It was absurd to her. She knew Frey cared for her - but make her a demigoddess? Why? For what purpose? She could not imagine what she could do for Frey as a demigoddess that she couldn't do as a mortal - and without that need, Frey simply wouldn't be bothered.
Besides, they had spent enough time trying to make her a better human - why would they negate that by making her something else?
"You did not, but you haven't exactly said what you want either." she said, setting her own drink down so she could refill his. "If you know as much as you have led me to believe, I doubt there is anything I know that you don't already."
Besides, they had spent enough time trying to make her a better human - why would they negate that by making her something else?
"You did not, but you haven't exactly said what you want either." she said, setting her own drink down so she could refill his. "If you know as much as you have led me to believe, I doubt there is anything I know that you don't already."
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
