#midnight whisperings / nicola convo.

[galcsis]

closed  for  @splinterapollo​  during part ​one after she broke away from the group.

she’s  not  sure  what  she’s  thinking—-  or  maybe,  she  simply  isn’t.  it  wouldn’t  be  far  fetched  for  the  woman.  flint  being  someone  she  cares  for,  in  whatever  way  she  knows  to.  the  desperation  in  his  voice  was  really  all  she  needed  to  hear.  if  it  wasn’t  enough  that  she  couldn’t  help  her  sister,  not  in  the  way  she  wanted,  she  had  to  help  splinter,  if  she  could.  

she  knew  there  would  be  questions,  she  knew  finley  would  give  her  nothing  but  shit  for  disappearing  without  a  word.  assumed  it  wouldn’t  have  taken  him  much  though  to  guess  where  she  went,  or  who  she  was  looking  for.  truthfully,  she  had  a  lot  to  lose,  pulling  this,  sneaking  him  in,  and  after  last  time,  he  was  already  on  high  alert.  everyone  knew  of  the  traitors  that  breached  terran  walls.  of  course,  nicola  didn’t  see  it  like  that,  still,  none  of  that  would  matter  if  she  were  to  lose  the  last  living  relative  she  had,  and  she  couldn’t.

it  was  easy  enough  to  break  away  from  the  others,  when  everyone  was  so  focused  on  their  task  as  hand.  though,  the  gathering  of  the  water  had  turned  more  into  a  game  then  anything,  and  that  only  helped.  it  wasn’t  long  before  she  was  slipping  behind  a  familiar  corner,  one  she’d  met  him  at  before.  “  splinter?  ’  she  called  out  quietly  as  she  rounded  the  corner.  

#midnight whisperings / nicola convo. #the squall / event. #nicola ✗ splinter.

[galcsis]

open  to  anyone  at  de luca’s.

there  was  a  loose  smile  hanging  from  nicola’s  lips  as  she  poured    two  shots,  one  for  the  paying  customer,  and  one  for  herself.  “  cheers  to  you.  ’  she  hummed,  bottom  lip  gripped  between  her  teeth  before  the  shot  glass  met  her  lips  and  she  tipped  it  back.  always  a  grimace—-  not  that  she’d  stop,  but  alcohol  here—-  it  was  rougher  then  the  good  stuff  on  earth.  they  did  their  best.  her  favorite  was  the  delicacy  she’d  keep  for  herself  from  the  black.  just  below  their  feet.  brows  raised  playfully  at  the  other  before  she  slid  down  the  bar  to  the  seat  that  had  just  been  filled.  “  what  can  i  get  you?  ’  head  tilted  slightly  to  the  side  as  she  pressed  up  against  the  bar.  

@terastart​

#midnight whisperings / nicola convo. #open / nicola.