home again (Phil)
Being out with Zelos had been weird. To say the very least. She couldn't escape the feeling that he'd been hitting on her nearly the entire time, but that was absurd. Why would Zelos, of all people, hit on her?
Oizys found herself wondering about this all the way home.
Instinctively, she returned to the apartment Phil had given her. Not quite ready to head back down to the Underworld and get caught back up in all the war whatnot. She knew she would have to go back eventually. Somebody would likely call a meeting. Children would be expected to attend. She would go out of duty. For now, though, she wanted nothing to do with any of it. She'd already been locked in a closet, that was enough.
The bag holding the red dress was clutched tightly in her hand. She looked at it for a while before going into the apartment. Maybe she hadn't given that look enough of a chance. Maybe she'd abandoned it far too easily.
Oizys sighed and opened the door, throwing the bag on the couch as she entered. She looked up briefly and startled herself thinking there was somebody sitting in the chair by the window. She let out a heavy breath, looking down and holding her chest, trying to breathe again. A hand to her face and she shook her head, knocking the image away. That was stupid. She was getting far too paranoid about things.
But when she looked up again, the figure was still there. This time it got a sound out of her. Not quite a scream, not quite a squeak.
It took too much time for her brain to rectify the person sitting there with who she knew it was, deep down. She was frozen for more than a few heartbeats until her vision stopped swimming, and then she frowned.
"Phil?" She shook her head again. "Phil? What are you doing here?"