Phasma (phasmic) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-04-07 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, noah stilinski, phasma |
WHO: Phasma and Noah Stilinski
WHAT: Just chatting
WHEN: Wednesday, April 7th. Evening
WHERE: Noah's Room
STATUS: In-Progress, Closed
WARNING: Uhhhhh... None? Probably.
For the last several weeks, things had been... interesting. Tense, perhaps? It was hard to put a specific feeling to it, but it had most definitely been unusual. The same could be said for almost everything that had happened since she arrived here, but for the last two months or so they had been exceptionally so. It had taken Phasma time to figure out what exactly had left her feeling out of sorts and how exactly to solve the problem, but she'd eventually parsed through enough of her own mind to get there. If only everything could be so straightforward. Through it all had been Noah. Understanding, calm, reassuring. He was a grounding presence and it was something she hadn't even realized she needed. For so long she had been her own sense of security and absolutely nothing else had mattered, but there was a certain kind of relief in knowing that someone else would also be there if she needed them. And she was finding herself needing him more and more of the last couple of weeks. He had chiseled out a very specific shape in her life and while they weren't constantly with one another, she never doubted that should she need him, she would know exactly where to find him. Most nights she found her way up to his room. Once in a while, they wandered back downstairs to have dinner. Occasionally they ate right there in the room. Most of the time, though, they just used the time to chat about whatever odd thing the hotel had done recently. Which was why it was no great surprise when Phasma knocked on his door a couple of hours after dinner - barefoot, dressed casually and comfortably. She had a thermos of tea with her, the same she usually made him, and her hair still slicked back and wet from a recent shower. The last few days had been heavily occupied with rabbit skins and, to be completely honest, she needed a break. There were also things that she hadn't gotten around to talking to him about - things which would very shortly become unavoidable topics. After her run-in with Stiles on Sunday, she realized that it should probably happen sooner rather than later. And it was the first time in her life she had ever been genuinely nervous. |