Phasma (phasmic) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-02-13 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, !nsfw, noah stilinski, phasma |
WHO: Phasma and Noah Stilinski
WHAT: Just speeding things up a bit, really.
WHEN: Feb 14th, Morning
WHERE: Noah's Room
STATUS: In-Progress, Closed.
WARNINGS: They're adults doing adult things.
Phasma was usually up before dawn, if only to savor the early-morning hours when she could count on the gym being empty. It was as close as she could come to maintaining the routine that she had with the First Order and she had begun to rely on that sense of control. In truth, she had very little control over much of anything around here. But she could try all the same. However, this morning she had overslept by more than an hour. Instead of getting into the gym by six-thirty, it was almost eight o'clock before she finally got down there. It wasn't a huge issue. The room was still blissfully empty. The white lights were always a little too bright this early, but she liked it. She liked the hollow sound of weights racking and her own breath bouncing off the walls. It wasn't that she was self-conscious about working out in front of others - she had trained other warriors most of her life - but there were so few moments where a person could be totally alone with no other noise but their own. She was doing her damndest to knock the punching bag off its hooks when it hit her and nearly dropped her. A strange, intense, but not entirely unfamiliar feeling that knocked the breath right out of her. Phasma gripped the sides of the bag and rest her forehead against it, and tried to breathe through it for a few long minutes before finally realizing that this urgency was not going to subside. There was any number of places she could have gone, then. She could have just as well stayed in the gym and tried to pummel something until the feeling abated. But it was no use. She wasn't about to go back to her own room, either. She gave the punching back a disgruntled shove, stepped out of the way before it swung back at her, and grabbed both her towel and water bottle in one hand. She didn't have a strong idea of where she was she was going, but it also didn't really surprise her when she found herself standing outside Noah's room - still sweaty, still in her gym clothes, and still clutching her water bottle. She should have showered first. But there was a sense of urgency that had overtaken her and to be completely honest she wasn't thinking as clearly or with as much analysis as she usually did. It was all this strange tight need for something and nowhere else to go. Phasma balled her hand into a fist and banged on Noah's door, waiting none too patiently for him to answer. |