❝ Well, you should! ❞
❝ It was more a hope
than a thought ! ❞
“Mister O’Connell, I will have you know that you
are being completely and utterly unreasonable.
And I will not tolerate such behaviour coming from
one as young and ignorant as you.”
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Phobos didn’t bother to notice the finer details, like the way
she cradled her stomach. Instead his attention had been
lured by the crimson ooze which dripped from the blade, and
from gaping stab wounds.
“Sorry to ruin your parade. Because l
tend to wander; caught you scent…as
well a his, and curiosity got a hold. Problem?”
She laughs but the sound is hollow, not bothering
to add some sort of inflection to it. She was already
focusing her energy on a babe, she needn’t worry
about the facade of emotions.
"Ruin my parade? Darling, I could hardly say that
was your fault. But no, my problem is now limp and
bleeding on the ground.”
The lion remained where he was,
even as she said his name. A smirk
slowly carved into his visage as he
could feel her uneasiness from here.
”Long time no see.”
She is turning to face him, the blade still gripped
tightly within her dainty palm. The other still cradles
her stomach, checking on the ever growing being
that lay inside. She was not very large, nor did she
ever get very large.
"You are not a face I expected to see. Why have
"I’m not questioning your motives."
—- Sloppy. Could have been done better.
Phobos stayed put, leaning against one of
the beams as crimson hues looked over
towards the dead body.
She was panicked. She is panicked.
Her palm is pressed against her slightly
swollen stomach in a protective manner.
A maternal instinct.
He is familiar. That voice that offered no
comfort. That put a chill in the air.
❝ no, no, let’s not. ❞
“It’s a spider.”