we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
He is quite impassioned, which makes sense considering he was part of the group that went, but it does little to disturb the calm lake of Phi’s emotions. “You said yourself that words do little to move or convince them. We must endear ourselves - bonds of affection are more powerful.” And Ophelia doesn’t care about intentionally constructing those for the benefit of their family. Doesn’t care how genuine they end up being.
He seems quite intent on shooting the idea down, so they shrug and play idly with his fingers. “So we have our lighting. What of the event?” He’d not answered that bit, and art is far beyond Phi’s wheelhouse. “Newest one? The one on the Notice Board?” They’d sort of killed Mathair, so perhaps not that one.
He seems quite intent on shooting the idea down, so they shrug and play idly with his fingers. “So we have our lighting. What of the event?” He’d not answered that bit, and art is far beyond Phi’s wheelhouse. “Newest one? The one on the Notice Board?” They’d sort of killed Mathair, so perhaps not that one.
