sensethevisions: (Very Hurt : Squishcreations)
After seeing Nadia off, Phoebe had taken her time getting back to the cabins. She completely avoided Squirrel cabin because she knew they had to be hurting and not hearing Nadia's laughter coming from there would just make it worse.

She had managed not to let any tears fall on her walk back, but as soon as she stepped into Koala cabin, she felt the tears slipping down her face.

Suddenly feeling very weak and tired, Phoebe curled up on the beds she and Cole shared and buried her face in the pillows so that the rest of her cabin mates wouldn't hear her crying.

It was very lonely right now.
sensethevisions: (Default)
Most people were sleeping or otherwise engaged when Phoebe snuck out of bed and left Cole sleeping to come outside. The last couple of days had been draining and sad, and now with the news that Nadia was leaving, well, Phoebe was feeling a wee bit emo.

She made her way out to the dead Koala campfire and stared into the ashes for a bit before picking up a stick and making random designs in the dirt and ashes with it.

A lot of people had left, and more were going to. People just kept going away.

Nadia was one of her best friends, like family... and Phoebe didn't want to see her leave.

It was depressing and summer was way too hot.

She wouldn't mind being interrupted.
sensethevisions: (Phoebe Head on Hand : Absolutesnark)
When Phoebe woke up on Tuesday morning, she whimpered faintly.

Her head really was hurting her and her stomach was nauseous. She tried to bury her head deeper under her pillow and closer to Cole, but any movement she made brought tears to her eyes and sent new pain flaring through her head.

Migraine.

And it wasn't even from her empathy or doing magic or anything like that. This seemed to be a regular, normal migraine headache.

She thought about rolling over and seeing if she could stand up and then make a trip to the dorms to dig out her migraine meds, but the movement made new tears fill her eyes.

Okay, there were worse places to die than being in bed, burying your head under the pillow and your boyfriend's shoulder.

Yep, much worse places to die.




[[OOC: Semagic is my friend. Establishing Phoebe's whereabouts for the day.]]
sensethevisions: (Default)
Phoebe opened one eye when she heard movement outside the cabin and then tightly closed her eyes again. She buried her face back in Cole's shoulder and may have murmured something disparaging about mornings.
sensethevisions: (Default)
Phoebe was a little lost in thought as she moved around the attic packing things for her and Cole's next two-week stay in the cabins. They were still assigned to Koala and she hoped things went better this time --- and that John didn't keep avoiding them over something that hadn't really been his fault.

She lifted Valkyrie out of her bag and then put something into it. She turned to put clothing into a bag for Cole... and stopped to lift Seraphim out of his bag.

At this rate? She'd have herself and Cole and the kittens packed by midnight.
sensethevisions: (Phoebe Blue : Meinterrupted)
Phoebe woke up earlier than usual and lay in the beds with Cole, wondering if she should get up right away, or if she should stay curled up with her boyfriend for just a little bit longer.

She had Karate this morning and then in the afternoon she had a cheerleading meeting --- and she couldn't believe how excited she was about that. She was doing cheerleading again and she knew that when she finally wrote to Grams and Prue about it, they'd be happy she was cheering again.

She smirked a little as she curled up against Cole again. He seemed pretty happy that she was a cheerleader, too --- but he hadn't seen her in the uniform yet. She wondered how soon she should warn him that he wouldn't be the only one seeing her in the tiny skirt?

She was enjoying the camping thing, but she would really be happy when they were back in the dorms and she and Cole could have a little bit of privacy again. She liked all of their cabin mates just fine and they were fun... but privacy would be a welcomed return.

Hrmm... getting up or not getting up? That was the important question of the day.

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