PHOEBE
Her head tilted up as he suddenly stepped into her space, leaning over her in the way he used to. The way things had been before this clashing of war, in simpler times when the world's biggest problems seemed to be rooted in the heart of their spite-filled love. Her eyes widened briefly, the hum of his words and ephemeral wink catching her off guard. Her heart briefly fluttered and...
Wait. Her heart fluttered? What nonsense was this?
He stepped back as quickly as he had stepped forward, chatting casually about refuge daycare. The Nightingale blinked, still reeling from what had just occurred. Finally she gathered her senses and put her hands on her hips, stepping forward into his space now. "What was that about just now, hm? Flirting with your ex-wife for fun's sake?" she said, chin tilted high to maintain eye contact with him. Her tone was prim but playful, honeyed eyes watching him closely, seeing what he was or wasn't willing to admit to.
Wait. Her heart fluttered? What nonsense was this?
He stepped back as quickly as he had stepped forward, chatting casually about refuge daycare. The Nightingale blinked, still reeling from what had just occurred. Finally she gathered her senses and put her hands on her hips, stepping forward into his space now. "What was that about just now, hm? Flirting with your ex-wife for fun's sake?" she said, chin tilted high to maintain eye contact with him. Her tone was prim but playful, honeyed eyes watching him closely, seeing what he was or wasn't willing to admit to.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
