( @ophelala ) … if one thing’s for sure, he’s not going to miss the star wars marathon happening at the west wind tonight. so, he’s picking up his pace just a little to get to his car faster. he’s practically power walking towards the elevator as he notes the time on his watch, then repeatedly pressing on the button to open its doors. once they do, he only freezes in place, seeing a familiar face he hadn’t seen in a long, long, time. “ … hi, ” he manages to say, adjusting the glasses that sat crookedly on his nose bridge. after a few seconds of sitting in awkward silence, the door was beginning to close again, and percy reacts quickly by sliding halfway in. “ is it okay if i, uh, join you ? ”
𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂’𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒈𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃, the strap carrying her hydro flask and her mat tucked under her arm, tiny almost-useless purse in hand as she presses the button to get to her desired floor. she’s pulls her phone out of her bag to text dahlia and ask if they’re still meeting up to get a coffee beforehand. and that’s when the elevator door dings back open. a bit of instant annoyance washing over her, she glances up from her screen expecting an impatient stranger for her to shoot a glare at. who she sees instead... leaves her entirely breathless the moment recognition hits her brain, unable to say anything at all for what feels like a full 20 seconds of pure silence (her primary thought: ‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...’ ). but as he’s starting to disappear behind the doors again, phe impulsively reaches out as if to catch it for him at the same instant percy steps forward between them to work his way in, triggering them back open again. her heart flutters at the familiar sight of him pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the sense of painful nostalgia washing over her- she manages a response to his question, “y...yeah.” she nods, “of course.” she backs up on instinct, her mind racing, pulse starting to pound as she tries to calculate exactly how long it’s been since she and her ex fiance, the man she’s always categorized in her mind as the great lost love of her life, have stood this close to one another. the whole situation ceases to feel like reality, starts to feel like some sort of crazy nightmare her subconscious has come up with for her, like so many she’s actually been haunted awake by over the years. taunting her with what ifs and could-have-beens, reminding her of her mistakes, of the pure happiness she’d cost herself. but this is different. in her bad dreams, the two of them are always saying goodbye... in this moment, they’re getting to say hello again.
“so...are you-” it’s her instinct to fill the silence before it can completely fall back over them, just to talk to him for the first time in way too long, even if it scares her. it sounds like she’s setting up to ask him a normal, casual question; but then she comes out with, “are you for real right now?” she lets out a nervous little laugh, coated in disbelief, revealing how truly shocked she is. nervousness is far from a natural state of hers, anyone who knows her, knows this, (percy certainly world). right then, she could do almost nothing to hide it. “like are you... am i hallucinating?” she half-jokes, both to break the tension and to try and disguise some of the trembling in her voice with the poor attempt at humor.
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