dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you ”Because you’re the one who needs the comforting, so you need to be happy with it.” she said with a small smile against his chest. Her own arms tightened around his waist ever so slightly as he pulled her closer. Phoebe basked in it, the warmth, the comfort, feeling as protected and cared for as she hoped he felt with her doting and care. It was restful in a way, a sort of rest she hadn’t really gotten since LongNight. She was too busy to just stop and be. But of course, he had to tease her. She gasped in fake outrage and playfully smacked his chest. ”Clearly you’re confused and talking about yourself, Prince Selfish-Rich-Boy.” she teased back, a light laugh parting her lips briefly.