in the wrong place -the back page [ota]
Despite having her own room, her own space to decorate -whether anyone liked it or not, and her own time to come and go without disturbing anyone, Ophelia was missing the companionship that came with a room mate. It wasn't so much the companionship as the steady flow of emotional connection. Even with everyone being so close, with the walls being thin enough and nothing truly blocking Ophelia's powers, things were still far too still within herself.
It was partly the stabilising effect that Betsy's psychic connection had on her, partly Phe's own inability to actually be on her own, even in something as pathetic as a tiny room on a military base. It was harder to sneak places when everyone had a door to close; Phe couldn't slip into anyone's room just to soak up any emotions without detection. It was starting to wear on her.
Sitting alone, Ophelia rested her elbow on her knee, and her chin in her hand, slipping between a daydream and reality and letting her mind wander. She didn't seem to realise she was projecting emotions just the same as she was opening herself up to them.
Anyone within the immediate vicinity of the empath was likely to suffer a complete emotional 180 for a few moments.
It was partly the stabilising effect that Betsy's psychic connection had on her, partly Phe's own inability to actually be on her own, even in something as pathetic as a tiny room on a military base. It was harder to sneak places when everyone had a door to close; Phe couldn't slip into anyone's room just to soak up any emotions without detection. It was starting to wear on her.
Sitting alone, Ophelia rested her elbow on her knee, and her chin in her hand, slipping between a daydream and reality and letting her mind wander. She didn't seem to realise she was projecting emotions just the same as she was opening herself up to them.
Anyone within the immediate vicinity of the empath was likely to suffer a complete emotional 180 for a few moments.