Being so invested in his work, Lucas almost didn’t hear the door opening until the creak of the door hinges alerted him to it.  Without even looking up from the text book in front of him he told the newcomer, “It’s occupied.” 

hey-missmurder:

Things were better now, better then they had been in years. It was what she always wanted, just Phil and Frankie and her in their house and it was as normal as a life as they could have. The UFC thing was coming up and Azin was more or less coming with to show support and Frankie for the first time her life was going to an actual school and making out healthy relationships for a seven year old. But still it ate away at Azin, how much of these things could have been avoided. By nature Azin was hot headed and after a fight in the locker-room between her and April she wouldn’t let it go, but in away she had lost.

Bright blue eyes drifted shut for a moment as Phil spoke to her, “I know it. I should have when when you though when you finally said something to Hunter and Vince. I would have walked out that door with you.” And in ways Azin had, she’d gotten the phone call from Hunter the morning after the failed wedding asking what had happened. She knew he’d already gotten the story from April. All that was said was that he understood and she received her own release the next day. Azin was sure it was a fill in the blank at that point, not that her career had been a great one in the WWE, everyone who knew her had said she made a mistake but in the end she’d done it for Punk and to keep their family together, that’s why she had signed.  “Our line of communication was shot, and I’m not making matters any better by not wanting to talk about anything that happened those six months we were apart.”

He understood where she was coming from, knowing that being who she was, just as stubborn as he was that she'd want to blame herself for most of the things that went on or for not fixing even the simplest of their issues with a cool head. But that was just how things were. Phil honestly didn't even want to think back to it all. He'd had enough talking about it with Scott for a lifetime and with all of the idiotic questions that fans had asked him and still continued to ask, he was overall just done with it all.

         Refined strides carry the soldier down the             arctic slope, her eyes scanning the area for a             certain princess. Her patience was wearing thin             and the winter uniform she adorned was far from             useful in these low temperatures. Finally, after             a moment or two, a sense of relief washed over             her entirety and was visible upon her visage, but             as she studied the princess's position more             thoroughly, she noticed a polar bear cub a few feet             away, oblivious to the young girl sneaking up on him.

               Boredom plagues her. Her vision is on the brink of blurring for her mind is elsewhere, and the glass setting on the table before her has not been touched. She was idle upon her seat, no muscle moving and the sounds of other beings shuffling about within the walls of the bar were beginning to drown out by her thoughts.

               Lately, everything has evolved into a routine. They would wake up at the crack of dawn, move to the village nearby and take on simple tasks that earned them a few kinah to get through one or two more days. Nothing was new anymore, and the few mercenaries they crossed paths with were already moving on to other locations. She wasn't entirely sure what her recently founded comrade's goals were, but she was no closer to achieving her's.

                    It was frustrating.

               She caught herself, snapping out of the self-induced trance, and pallid lids fringed with sable lashes fluttered. A brief glance is thrown in the direction of her partner's followed by a low sigh retiring from betwixt the rose tainted lips, and the set of lithe digits that were not occupied with supporting her chin reached for the handle of the glass. The cool water met her lips and a sip was taken to quench her thirst. 

               As glass meets wood, there is a light thumping noise before the doors of the bar are slammed open. Heads turn, her's included, towards the source and what they witness is a male standing in the doorway. His shoulders were rising and falling, and his breathing could be heard throughout the room. Stumbling his way in, he cursed between gasps.