Phoebe was not emoing at the Arms, no really, she wasn't. She was in the Suite at The Arms.
She was stretched over the bed with a notebook writingporn stuff for the paper and for her poetry class. She's also listening to music from the Ghost of the Vaudeville soundtrack. She might be singing...but only the sadder songs.
She was lost in thought, thinking about all of the things she had told Aziraphale and Wilson today...and in the last few days. She didn't want them to leave, but she understood Aziraphale that he had to do what he must do. There were things she didn't understand, and things she couldn't get others to understand. But something she did understand...unlike so many others, James and Aziraphale would still care about her and be her family. They knew how to contact her and she knew how to contact them.
In the last few days, she had done a lot of thinking and a lot of talking and a lot of...well, yeah. There had been a lot of fighting...mostly between her and Cole.
She shook her head and dropped the pen on her notebook.
Her heart and her head were full of so many conflicting things. One moment, she knows exactly what Crowley is up to and she can keep reminding herself that he loves being evil and he's a demon. Then, when she sees that look on his face...she starts to doubt all of her doubts about him. She finds herself wanting to do almost anything to get that sad look off of his face and have him become the flash bastard she knew.
Damn heartstrings
What was wrong with her? He was a demon, hello, much the evil. Fallen from Grace, ex-angel all of that. Took great pleasure in corrupting those with Grace and causing their downfall.
And yet...
And yet, there was something incredibly vulnerable about him.
As the sun went down, Phoebe sighed restlessly, and made her way to the balcony. As it got completely dark, Phoebe flicked open the latch and stepped out onto the balcony. She hadn't been out on the balcony since Crowley had taken her off the railing on Saturday night. Swallowing her fear, she stepped forward and tested the railing's sturdiness by shaking it. Satisfied that it wasn't going to collapse under her, she leaned against it and watched the stars.
She was lost in thought so someone would have to talk to her or touch her to get her attention.
She was stretched over the bed with a notebook writing
She was lost in thought, thinking about all of the things she had told Aziraphale and Wilson today...and in the last few days. She didn't want them to leave, but she understood Aziraphale that he had to do what he must do. There were things she didn't understand, and things she couldn't get others to understand. But something she did understand...unlike so many others, James and Aziraphale would still care about her and be her family. They knew how to contact her and she knew how to contact them.
In the last few days, she had done a lot of thinking and a lot of talking and a lot of...well, yeah. There had been a lot of fighting...mostly between her and Cole.
She shook her head and dropped the pen on her notebook.
Her heart and her head were full of so many conflicting things. One moment, she knows exactly what Crowley is up to and she can keep reminding herself that he loves being evil and he's a demon. Then, when she sees that look on his face...she starts to doubt all of her doubts about him. She finds herself wanting to do almost anything to get that sad look off of his face and have him become the flash bastard she knew.
Damn heartstrings
What was wrong with her? He was a demon, hello, much the evil. Fallen from Grace, ex-angel all of that. Took great pleasure in corrupting those with Grace and causing their downfall.
And yet...
And yet, there was something incredibly vulnerable about him.
As the sun went down, Phoebe sighed restlessly, and made her way to the balcony. As it got completely dark, Phoebe flicked open the latch and stepped out onto the balcony. She hadn't been out on the balcony since Crowley had taken her off the railing on Saturday night. Swallowing her fear, she stepped forward and tested the railing's sturdiness by shaking it. Satisfied that it wasn't going to collapse under her, she leaned against it and watched the stars.
She was lost in thought so someone would have to talk to her or touch her to get her attention.
