It was all so clear. Despite everything around her being dark, blending into the night, the scene before her was vivid, almost as if surrounded by an unearthly glow to highlight it in the blackness. Yes it was right in front of her, and yet she could do nothing but stare; the scream of panic, a body falling to the floor, the glint of a blade as it
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Those were generally intense emotions, and for one that had blessed them to the world, it was natural that the sprite make her way over to see if she could offer some way to help ease things, if only for a while; the hotel returned her to looking quite expectant, so she didn't want to be away from her own room for too long. Oh well, the elevator down that other hall would still have to wait some time for her to take a ride.
"E-excuse me..." After bringing herself closer, the emotions were much stronger; despite this, Mesprit spoke softly so as not to scare her away. "Do you need some help?"
[OOC: I hope you don't mind some new-but-sweet CR...?]
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"Well...yes and no." she mumbled, trying to straighten out her appearance before speaking properly to the young woman, offering a polite smile as she tried to disperse her lingering melancholy. "I'm having trouble getting back to sleep, but not much can be done about something like that." she replied.
Why she had been so open in her admittance she wasn't sure. Perhaps it was just that honest expression, the sincerity in wanting to help. Whatever it was, Amelia felt bad for wasting Mesprits time nonetheless. "I'm sorry for delaying you. You don't need to worry about me, honest."
[ooc: Not at all, I welcome it. <3]
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The sprite knew that she just admitted her ability to sense feelings, but there was something else about Amelia that she noticed too. Perhaps it was that power that also drew the Guardian to her...? But for now, comforting someone that was feeling sad was more important.
[OOC: Awesome...!]
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It seemed that dancing around the matter would do no good, and Amelia knew how bad she was at lying, might as well be honest in the hope that it would help. After all, how could she deny the other when she looked so desperate to assist?
"I've been having bad dreams, I just...don't want to go back to sleep right now. I don't want to dream about those things again." she murmured, shaking slightly as she spoke.
[ooc: ;3]
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Mesprit, noticing the tremble, reached out a caring hand to calm her down. It must have been something really jarring to leave someone in such a state. "If you want, maybe we could go somewhere to talk about it...?" She paused, quickly changing her words. "Ah, I mean... we don't have to talk about that if you don't want to. It could always be about something else instead!"
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"No...it's alright. It might help. I mean standing here fretting hasn't done me much good." she sighed, glancing at her door before looking back at Mesprit. "Will here do, or would you prefer somewhere else?" she asked.
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"Oh... here is fine. As long as you're comfortable - that's all that matters to me." Mesprit smiled back, letting Amelia lead the way.
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Nodding in recognition, she held the door open for the other girl, smiling a bit more brightly now. "Then please, this way."
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"I'm sorry this thing's such a pain. It's better than me levitating around like I usually do!" She chuckled a little, but at least she apologized for her current condition.
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"So...where to start?" she sighed, her tiredness showing a bit more now as she laid back in the seat, wondering how best to go about venting without babbling incoherantly.
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"Wherever you feel comfortable, I guess." Mesprit gasped suddenly, remembering one important detail. How come she always tends to forget that? "Oh, but I forgot... I don't even know your name yet! I'm Mesprit, by the way."
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"Amelia, it's nice to mee you Miss Mesprit." she smiled, offering a friendly hand to her companion. "And thanks for going through such trouble for me."
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"Oh, it's no trouble at all! I can't bear to feel someone in pain..." Her smile quickly faded as her head fell. "I'm really sensitive to emotions like that, so I couldn't help but to get involved somehow." After a couple of breaths, the sprite lifted her head and returned to a normal composure so that they could get somewhere. "So, I guess we can start wherever you want now...?"
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"I see, I...hope mine didn't cause you discomfort." she apologised, looking a little worried that she might have done damage by being in such close range to the other girl. It made her feel more guilty that Mesprit was still trying hard to help her regardless.
Nodding a moment, she inhaled deeply, wondering where best to start. Well, best to just vent what she could. "It's a bit silly really, if I think logically about it. I can't change the past, but what's bothering me, is that I'm not at home to show respect to the memory of it...Of my mother's passing."
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Listening carefully to every word, Mesprit soon felt her eyes soften. "Oh..." That would explain the sorrow. With respect, her pink bangs covered her eyes as her head lowered a little. "I'm... I'm so sorry to hear that. Something like that... well, it makes sense that it would bother you, even after some time as passed."
Then again, the sprite had never dealt with losing a loved one before, or even a relative. The Creator had blessed her and her siblings with an immortal life as long as they did their duty as Guardians and all, but the only real sadness she'd felt back at home was when her curiosity accidentally ended up causing pain to herself and to an innocent victim. "If you don't mind me asking... but what happened?" The sprite didn't mind if Amelia didn't want to answer that. Besides, the Psychic wasn't going to tap into her mind to find out, despite the fact that she could.
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Nodding in reply, Amelia shook her head gently, not wanting to be too depressing, even though it was clear she was dealing with a good deal of emotional strain. "I'm not letting it get to me though. I've done the best I can to enjoy my life and cherish what I have. Her anniversary though, it's the meant to be the one day when I can just be a little sad, you know? And I can't do that here." she sighed, running a hand through her hair.
Truth be told, she was a bit surprised at the question, though not offended. Odd, she couldn't recall ever really talking about the matter, at least not for a long time, and only with her father. It could help though, even if the princess shook a bit as flashes of the scene from her dream returned to the front of her mind. "She was assassinated, stabbed. It's...not as rare of an occurrence as it should be I'm afraid."
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