Porphyria received her friend’s coughing fit with nothing more than mild bemusement. She was relieved, though, that Amelia managed to clear her airways successfully and recover; and even more relieved, if she were honest, that Amelia had not leapt at the rebound suggestion.
So she grinned in response instead and slouched even further against the furniture; there was no room for refinement here. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m sure you can do much better,” Phyri said with a sniff at the mere memory of Barnabas Skeeter, though she hoped her friend would believe it. (And gain herself some standards.) “But burning things is good for the soul,” she added more brightly. “I’m glad you agree.”
While they were marking that on the books - Porphyria didn’t know whether burning the last remnants of a relationship was something one did alone, but frankly she would be put out to have heard about it and not be given an invitation - she grinned her most shark-like grin, and said casually, “You should let me interview the next one when he comes along, though.” There would be a next man at some point, she was sure. Plenty of her friends called themselves spinsters, but Phyri was well aware she was the only one of them who had made it a militant manifesto. And when Amelia fell for someone again, she needed the auxiliary support in place in case of - casualties. “I’m sure I could set him straight.”
So she grinned in response instead and slouched even further against the furniture; there was no room for refinement here. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m sure you can do much better,” Phyri said with a sniff at the mere memory of Barnabas Skeeter, though she hoped her friend would believe it. (And gain herself some standards.) “But burning things is good for the soul,” she added more brightly. “I’m glad you agree.”
While they were marking that on the books - Porphyria didn’t know whether burning the last remnants of a relationship was something one did alone, but frankly she would be put out to have heard about it and not be given an invitation - she grinned her most shark-like grin, and said casually, “You should let me interview the next one when he comes along, though.” There would be a next man at some point, she was sure. Plenty of her friends called themselves spinsters, but Phyri was well aware she was the only one of them who had made it a militant manifesto. And when Amelia fell for someone again, she needed the auxiliary support in place in case of - casualties. “I’m sure I could set him straight.”
a sublime set by Lady! <3