⟡ ݁₊ .― phoenix hendrix / closed starter / @daggeraxston
she strolled through the front entrance like she belonged there, which, technically, she did. her clearance badge was somewhere in her jacket pocket (probably), but she didn’t bother flashing it. if the guards didn’t stop her by now, they weren’t going to—chalk it up to reputation, charm, or the fact that most people found it easier to pretend they didn’t see her when she moved like a storm on a deadline.
her boots echoed down the hall with deliberate weight. not stealthy today. this wasn’t a mission. this was a visit. unannounced. unnecessary. exactly the kind of thing that’d put a wrinkle between dagger’s eyebrows. she rounded the corner to, popped a piece of gum in her mouth like she had all the time in the world, and gave one solid knock—not waiting for a reply before letting herself in.
“you know,” she started, voice light, sarcastic, “most people get weirdly offended when you ghost their texts for three days. i, however, am a beacon of patience and grace.” nix leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. “but i figured if i didn’t come check on you, you’d end up buried under a mountain of files or—god forbid—start taking yourself seriously again. and we can’t have that.”














