Phobos is unsettled. Throughout breakfast, he was rather reserved not uttering a sole word to me keeping my beloved sight, his stunning ocean blues away from my questioning ones. I could not feed properly for how could I when my male resisted to even spare me a single glance of acknowledgement.
The unfriendly space he shoved between us, I could sense it with a distinction. That barrier that was hastily set by him to prohibit me from nearing his essence I did not like it of course, but I did not complain taking his retreat as a sign of his need to reflect or be isolated in his cave. He did not wish to be disturbed for something was drastically disconcerting him.
It was a foreboding feeling indeed that consumed me from within, a sense that something shall happen. Something which would undo
