 Sorry about her. Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese
Throughout the entire month following the Portal incident, Olivia Phillips had been in hiding. She'd even skipped out on most of her lessons, opting to do all of the assignments in private. It was a personal mental health decision to spend most of her time in either in the Room of Requirement, getting better acquainted with the aerial silks, or in the Defense training room, working out her angst and frustration on the available dummies. Reading had been a viable third option, but after tiring herself out with physical activities, there was little time left for it.
She was simply.... mentally and spiritually exhausted. There was little patience available for dealing with everyone who needed a more gentle approach and kinder words. Not that Olivia didn't want to be kind to people. Staying away was a kindness in itself. Weren't they all too spent right now?
Taking a quiet seat at her house table (after nodding respectfully to Ace), Liv removed the book from her robe pocket, flipping to the page she'd left off on the night before. Some reading until food happened. The blonde didn't have a lot to say to anyone just now.
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________
Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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