𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯

༼#ᴏᴜᴛᴇʀʙᴀɴᴋs ; ɴᴇxᴛ ɢᴇɴ 𝄄𝄄 ᴏғ @odetoambition (ᴏᴄ) & #ʀᴀғᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ 𝄄𝄄 sᴘᴏʀᴀᴅɪᴄ༽

[️️ ️️️️️️️️️ @ichortale]

you were born reaching for your mother’s hands, victim of your father’s plans.

[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

@DarkyMagics She paused, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.

“Even when I get caught up wondering about… 𝘩𝘪𝘮, it doesn’t change how much you mean to me. You’re my real family.”

[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

@DarkyMagics Phoebe buckled herself in, glancing out the window for a moment before speaking.

“You know… you’ve been more of a dad to me than anyone ever has. I don’t say it enough, but… I’m really grateful for you, Seth.”

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[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

@Camer0nPrincess Phoebe looked back out at the water, letting the moment hang between them — simple, easy, and maybe the start of something neither of them had words for yet.

[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

@Camer0nPrincess She drew a lazy line in the sand with her toe before glancing sideways at Rae, her voice low but light.

“But… if you’re offering lessons, I’m not above embarrassing myself.”
A beat.
“Might be worth it. You know, for the company.”

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[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

@DarkyMagics placing her hands on the floor of the empty studio to help lift herself to her feet.

“beach . .” she answered not really wanting to talk about the matter with her father figure about her curiosity of her biological father.

[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

@Camer0nPrincess “Nope. I’d probably wipe out before I even stood up.” She paused, then added, “I swam, though. High school team. Backstroke mostly.”

Her fingers played idly with the edge of her towel, brushing off grains of sand.

[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

@Camer0nPrincess the way she handled her board like it was second nature.

Knowing of Rae but not personally knowing her, despite their familia connection; Phoebe had her mother to blame for that, all in the name of trying to keep her safe.

[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

@Camer0nPrincess Phoebe sat with her knees pulled up, toes buried in the cool layer of sand beneath the sun’s surface. The breeze smelled like salt and sunscreen and something else— like a memory she didn’t have.

She didn’t say anything, just watched, Studied the shape of Rae’s movement,

(cont)

[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

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[️️ ️️️️️️️️️ @ichortale]

you were born reaching for your mother’s hands, victim of your father’s plans.

[𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯 @kildarekin]

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