forum The Assassins Academy (Closed)

Started January 13, 2019 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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Phoebe groaned and stretched her arms as she stirred. She sat up, running a hand through her hair. It took her a moment to figure out where she was, last night coming back to her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Morning." She said to donovan. "Do you have any advil, my head hurts."

Donovan pointed to some pills and a glass of water he had set out for her, not speaking. He was tense as he hunched over his keyboard again.

Phoebe raised an eyebrow but got the water and pills. She swallowed a couple of them. She walked up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. "So what are we doing today?"

Donovan swallowed a snarl, shrugged her off, and stood up, hurrying away from her under the pretense of looking for something in his closet.

Phoebe took a step back. "Are you okay? If this is about last night don't worry about it it doesn't count towards our game. You were drunk, I was tipsy."

Donovan ignored her and slammed a box onto his desk, his expression practically murderous. It was suddenly clear that he was a killer. That he hadn't gotten in on a fluke.

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'm going to go get something eat. Do you want me to bring you anything?" She asked as she slipped her shoes back on and fixed her hair up.

Donovan shook his head, but his stomach betrayed him by growling, causing him to blush. He turned away and rested his head on a wall, his head and heart pounding.

Phoebe smirked. "I'll be back in a few minutes with breakfast. Try not to break anything while I'm gone." She walked out of his room and to the cafeteria.

Donovan snarled as soon as she shut the door. He punched the wall, leaving a small crater. He sighed and fished around in his closet. He pulled out a poster and plastered it over the indent. He made his bed and took off his shirt to start changing his clothes. He pulled off his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

Phoebe walked back into the room, raising an eyebrow at Donovan but not saying anything. She set down his breakfast on his desk then sat down on the bed and started to eat.

Donovan jumped when Pheobe came in without knocking and quickly yanked fresh jeans on, face red. He grabbed a shirt and flopped onto the bed beside her with a sigh. "I'm sorry. I was acting like a jerk…" He started to pull on his shirt but got a little tangled up.

Phoebe smiled and ran her hand through his hair. "It's fine, we all have our days. I'm not going to get mad just because you're in a bad mood, especially in a time like this."

Donovan managed to yank his shirt down and sighed contentedly at her fingers in his hair. The he sharpened. 'That didn't count, right?!'

Phoebe smiled and shook her head. "No it doesn't, you can relax." She massaged his head with her hands. "Are you feeling better now?"

Donovan relaxed, and started to lean against her, her cool hands feeling soothing. "Mmm…"

Phoebe moved so that he was laying between her legs. She sighed in content.

Donovan loved the feel of her touch, relaxing into her lap. Then he realized what he was doing and stiffened.

"You can relax you know. You're always so tense." Phoebe hummed.

Donovan sat up, knocking her hands away. "No. I have things to do. We need to hurry and get our stuff together." He felt clammy and jumpy suddenly, like he was in danger or something.

Phoebe narrowed her eyes and leaned back. "You sure they can't wait? At least until you eat breakfast?" She asked him.

Donovan sighed, still tensed. "Fine. Where is it?" His stomach growled. His eyes were glancing around the room feverishly.

Phoebe pointed to the desk. "I set it on the desk."