Maggie (willm) wrote in lemuriathreads, @ 2018-02-21 17:37:00 |
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She was tense, it had been building for days now. Sleep had become something harder and harder to come by and her outlets had grown smaller as well. Alastair was off doing whatever the hell people in relationships do. Likely being pussy whipped to do things he didn’t particularly care for in hopes that his dick would be touched. And after spending a restless night at Rook’s with him and Oberon, she hadn’t wanted to bother him again. She could sense something off about the two of them and whatever it was, neither of them needed her or her issues hanging around. A part of her had thought of reaching out to Elijah, he had seemed pretty okay with her methods of dealing with things before… or rather… not dealing. But she didn’t like having to depend on people to get through whatever it was she needed to get through. Even if they would understand on some small level. So Alex had been keeping to herself, using her own ways of coping as a distraction and trying in vain to rest. But the nights continued to be spent tossing and turning until she gave up and just went on to read a book or study. Tonight however, neither book or school work seemed to provide enough mindlessness to help her doze off. Alex needed to make herself tired, to wear herself out. With that thought in mind, she dressed and headed down to the training field. It was late and likely to be empty, but at the very least she could run enough laps to reach that physical exhaustion state. And maybe then she could finally sleep. However, when she reached the training field, it wasn’t empty. Dax was there, seeming to either practice sparing or taking out his own frustrations on a dummy. Either way, it seemed an opportunity to get more out of the field than simply running. He didn’t seem to notice her as she moved in closer and once she was only a few feet away, Alex made her observations. “Easy to win when the dummy doesn’t fight back.” She smirked a little, knowing all too well that it was an invitation for a real sparring partner. Here was hoping he took the bait. |