Phasma (phasmic) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-02-14 14:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, !nsfw, ben solo, phasma |
WHO: Phasma and Ben Solo
WHAT: Blowing off Steam
WHEN: Feb 14th, Later Afternoon
WHERE: Main Floor Hall/Pool
STATUS: In-Progress, Closed
WARNINGS: Phasma is bossy. Plot-related mishaps apply.
She had thought that the wave of feelings she had endured in the morning might abate after she did something about it, but to no avail. She managed a few hours reprieve before having to retreat back to somewhere private and handle the situation once more. And now, again, it came on just as hard as it had the first time. It was becoming more annoying than anything else. While she didn't have anything pressing to do, and she was thankfully not on the watch schedule for the day, it wasn't necessarily high on her list of recreational activities. And yet there she was, leaning against a wall in one of the wide downstairs hallways, trying to force the feeling away by sheer will alone. It was unbecoming. It was unprofessional. And it was completely unyielding. She had been about to turn heel and retreat back up to her bedroom again when she heard familiar footsteps coming her way. She'd heard Ben storming around the Finalizer and the Absolution often enough, to say nothing of his presence on Starkiller Base. She'd know the sound of his gait anywhere. She supposed this was bound to happen eventually, anyway, but she would have liked to have a bit more of a build-up to it, first. Fully aware that build-up would have to wait for other days, Phasma stepped out from the shadowy corner where she'd been resting and met Ben head-on, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, and tugging him down the hall towards the pool with a brief, "You're coming with me." They could discuss particulars on the way, but she didn't think he would be terribly opposed. |