Trapeze Swinger || Phoebus and Sydney
With a tumblr of tea in each hand, Phoebus arrived at Sydney's door. Why did I bring tea? That was dumb, he complained to himself. In truth, he was making himself some tea before he went over there and he figured she might want some too. It was a bit cold and a cup of tea was just what Phoebus needed to wake him up. He wasn't very familiar with the weather there to know if it would get any colder, but he hoped the old, weathered jacket he brought would keep him warm enough. It had so far on his long journey to the circus. Before he let his thoughts get too far away from him, he knocked tentatively on her door, then waited for her to open.












