PSYCHOKINETIC.

                                       ❝  —–   well,   if  you’re  certain.  ❞   there  was  a   HESITANCE   now ;   for  all  her  flirtatious  jibing  phoebe  was  quite  afraid  of  harming  or  frightening  those  around  her.   but  something  told  the   statuesque   blonde  that  this  woman  was  not  easily  afraid.   the  air  surrounding  them  seemed  to  bend  to  her  request,   everything  an  extension  of  herself   --   there  was  no  her  and  them,   nothing  was  alien  to  her.   the  world  was  less  than  a   MILLIMETRE   away  no  matter  the  true  distance.   each  twitch  of  her  finger  brought  unintelligible  change,   the  world  grew  to  her  as  though  she  was  its  second  sun.   ❝   i  wouldn’t  want  you  to  get  tired  standing  around.   ❞   eyelids  narrowing  on  her   bright   irises,   as  though  concentrating  an  invisible  beam,   a  simple  brush  of  her  hand  through  the  air  and  the  girl  rose  an  inch  or   TWO   above  the  cobbled  path.   she  concentrated  the  pressure  carefully,   not  wanting  to  strain  upon  her  airways,   or  yank  too  hard  upon  her  extended  limbs.   ❝   how   HIGH   do  you  want  to  go ?   ❞

and  i  need  adult  phoebe  things  with  mature  relationships,   both   romantic   and  platonic.   her  ruining  everything  she  touches  and  trying   desperately   to  put  it  all  back  together.   finally  dealing  with  her  childhood,   seeking   help   for  her  attachment  disorders  or  spiralling  out  of  control.