Phoebe
The Nightingale
Phoebe Quinn it is. Now there was a phrase a past her would never have thought she would hear him utter. And she might've asked him to say it again and again and again...if he wasn't suddenly laughing so hard that she nearly had to hold him up.
"What are you talking about?" she huffed, a little miffed at his reaction. She wasn't sure she knew how she had wanted him to act but laughing to the point of tears surely hadn't been on the list of acceptable responses. Her brows furrowed and she frowned, not sure if he was making fun of her or just too stunned to respond any other way. "If you don't believe me we can go outside and I will show you." she said, the hint of hardness in her tone making clear she wasn't sure whether to be offended or not. "It's not like I got to pick. I wasn't taking anything literally or not! I know I'm not a princess." she said, defensiveness welling up. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything. But in honesty she hadn't thought that unicorns were so laughable.
"What are you talking about?" she huffed, a little miffed at his reaction. She wasn't sure she knew how she had wanted him to act but laughing to the point of tears surely hadn't been on the list of acceptable responses. Her brows furrowed and she frowned, not sure if he was making fun of her or just too stunned to respond any other way. "If you don't believe me we can go outside and I will show you." she said, the hint of hardness in her tone making clear she wasn't sure whether to be offended or not. "It's not like I got to pick. I wasn't taking anything literally or not! I know I'm not a princess." she said, defensiveness welling up. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything. But in honesty she hadn't thought that unicorns were so laughable.
love is the flower you've got to let grow
