May 27, 2020
with: @vasilisaxvolkova location: the gym
The gym was quiet in the early morning light, exactly how Phoebe preferred it. Moving with a quiet grace, she shed her outer layer, moving towards the punching bag in her leggings and tank top. It only took her a moment to wrap her hands, and then Phoebe took her stance. She fell into a steady rhythm- strike, kick, block, move. It was a familiar and comfortable dance, and one she didn’t pause when she sensed a watcher off to the side. As she spun into a round house kick, she locked eyes with her watcher. No other movement was made as her foot rest against the bag and Phoebe just quirked an eyebrow at the woman.