PHOEBE
At the sound of her name, Phoebe lifted her head from the racks she was examining. It seemed she had been forgotten by most, so to hear it called out with such urgency. Who could it possibly be? "Well, well, risen are the dead." Branbast purred in her ear. Her brow furrowed. What in Frey's name did that mean? Only when she heard her name again did she turn..
Honeyed eyes widened as she stared into the face of a ghost. Surely a ghost! Harper...Harper was gone! He had died or disappeared to another world or...risen are the dead. Her mind couldn't process it entirely. She recalled the few times she had seen or hallucinated Emmett... he had seemed so real and yet... not nearly so solid as the man standing before her. Could... could it really be him?
"Harper?" she said softly, still not sure if she ought to believe her eyes.
Honeyed eyes widened as she stared into the face of a ghost. Surely a ghost! Harper...Harper was gone! He had died or disappeared to another world or...risen are the dead. Her mind couldn't process it entirely. She recalled the few times she had seen or hallucinated Emmett... he had seemed so real and yet... not nearly so solid as the man standing before her. Could... could it really be him?
"Harper?" she said softly, still not sure if she ought to believe her eyes.
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
