PHOEBE
Her own ego fluffs up as he admits he wouldn't disagree. Hers is not nearly the size of his, but it was still there to be stoked. She didn't consider herself to be one of real sexual prowess, too stuck on relationships to be promiscuous enough to have learned a lot in that arena. So it seemed high praise of what skills she did possess coming from someone like Sunjata who got around like he did.
Really, she would never grasp how his husband could be okay with that.
But it was good to see him smile, it warmed her in an unexpected way. She had vilified him for so long she had forgotten that he too was human. Or as human as a demigod could be. "So what does this mean then?" she said, posing the question that had been running through his mind unspoken. The Nightingale stood before her ex-husband, warmed by his smile and playfulness after years of cold-hearted hatred. What did it mean to feel something of a spark with him again?
Really, she would never grasp how his husband could be okay with that.
But it was good to see him smile, it warmed her in an unexpected way. She had vilified him for so long she had forgotten that he too was human. Or as human as a demigod could be. "So what does this mean then?" she said, posing the question that had been running through his mind unspoken. The Nightingale stood before her ex-husband, warmed by his smile and playfulness after years of cold-hearted hatred. What did it mean to feel something of a spark with him again?
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
