[ no longer living in the safe house doesn't stop silena from being a daily visitor, she takes it upon herself to make sure that the coffee carafes taste like coffee -- if they can't have caffeine, it isn't fair to add insult to injury and leave the coffee tasting like shit. therefore, twice a day, silena bounces in and drums her fingers against the drum of the carafe, blue light glowing in her chest, and suddenly the crap coffee tastes like a rich and creamy nicaraguan medium roast, her dad's favorite.
today she has also brought treats, having spent the last few days working off the stress and anxiety of the simulation in the kitchen. baking makes her feel better and the displaced get to benefit that.
a bit of powdered sugar clings to her short curls despite the ribbon that had tried to hold her hair back from her face and she holds out a plate covered in powder sugar coated cookies to this new woman. ] Kourabiedes?
[ the fact that she is a stranger doesn't seem to bother silena in the slightest, looking expectantly at the woman. gosh, she's beautiful. ]
Weirdly, food names don't auto-translate. Which it good because "sugared cakes" doesn't really narrow it down.
[Silena has her attention from her entrance. This blue glow she's seen here and there has gotten no less impressive. She's just brave or more accurately reckless enough to taste the coffee after someone has tampered with it. Elektra is rewarded with an excellent cup of coffee and a new subject to follow as she continues the quest to piece her mind back together.
Like a child, she's beelining for those treats. Elektra shoves one in her mouth while listening to an explanation about the cookies. It's more feral soldier child than elegant diplomat's daughter, but her body has been through a ringer. A few old habits are going to come back.
She rinses it down with cookie and asks half as a joke,] Are you an angel? Because that was heavenly.
[ silena only just stops herself from saying "well i am dead" and instead nods sagely, eyes sparkling cheerfully even if her expression has turned to serene neutrality. ]
I am. The angel of stress baking.
[ there's probably an angel of that. or maybe a patron saint? she doesn't know, she didn't go to church. after a second the neutrality disappears back into her sweet smile. ]
[Her eyes sparkle with amusement. She thinks she hit a sore note. Who could say what it was? Not her with all this food in her mouth. Elektra rinses it down with coffee, gesturing at the other woman as she talks.] Well Silena you're really making me regret not taking up organized religion. An angel of stress baking is all I ever needed in life.
[El wipes some of the sugar on her pants before offering her hand to shake.] Elektra Natchios.
[ silena laughs at her own joke because she is a dork but she liked that story -- especially because it was written as to make artemis look like a jerkass birch. plus selina would absolutely avenge her father's murder (were he murdered) so she relates to that.
in any case, while she wants to offer the tray again -- elektra is welcome to take more cookies; even all of them, silena isn't going to judge overeating during lockdown in the safehouse -- silena shifts it to her other hand to shake and in doing so the empathy bond activates and the blue light in both their chests flares to life. the emotions coming from silena are simple enough, she exudes a general calm and pleasantness, but it's tinged on the edges with loss and homesickness like the burned edges of cookies. ]
If only. [Elektra jokes with a snort. It would have made her life a little less lonely. The joke and promise of more cookies slips away in a heartbeat. They touch and it's easily the most overwhelming thing she's ever experienced. She's openly stunned by it. Elektra instinctively knows the feelings aren't hers. She's never felt such calm in her life.
What she has to offer in return is an undersea of anger and pain that will never leave. Primarily, she's just sad, lonely, and too stubborn to give in or up. She stares at Silena's chest before glancing down at her own.] What is this?
[She's freaked, but there's a childlike wonder to it. She thinks she likes this even if the ends of the cookie are burned so to speak.]
silena hadn't meant to unload her emotions on another unsuspecting person, sometimes she forgets the empathy bond is a thing because she is an emotional creature by design. but she can feel elekta's surprise and curiosity, even if they are buffeted along by the pull of all the emotions that make silena's heart twist up for this woman. the pain and loss are familiar, less so the anger.
she feels like what silena imagines clarisse would feel like. ]
I'm sorry. [ she is, genuinely contrite. ] It's called the empathy bond, I don't know who named it. It happens with all the Displaced. I also don't know who named us.
[It takes a moment for Elektra to process what she's saying. Once it gets through, she shakes her head. This is something so unique and unexpected that Elektra can't find it all that violating.] Don't apologize. This is fantastic.
[She releases Silena's hand reluctantly. Elektra is fascinated, but not unsympathetic to the other woman's feelings.] What are we now?
[Maybe Silena isn't the right person to ask, but given what they just experienced? She thinks it's worth a shot.]
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today she has also brought treats, having spent the last few days working off the stress and anxiety of the simulation in the kitchen. baking makes her feel better and the displaced get to benefit that.
a bit of powdered sugar clings to her short curls despite the ribbon that had tried to hold her hair back from her face and she holds out a plate covered in powder sugar coated cookies to this new woman. ] Kourabiedes?
[ the fact that she is a stranger doesn't seem to bother silena in the slightest, looking expectantly at the woman. gosh, she's beautiful. ]
Weirdly, food names don't auto-translate. Which it good because "sugared cakes" doesn't really narrow it down.
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Like a child, she's beelining for those treats. Elektra shoves one in her mouth while listening to an explanation about the cookies. It's more feral soldier child than elegant diplomat's daughter, but her body has been through a ringer. A few old habits are going to come back.
She rinses it down with cookie and asks half as a joke,] Are you an angel? Because that was heavenly.
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I am. The angel of stress baking.
[ there's probably an angel of that. or maybe a patron saint? she doesn't know, she didn't go to church. after a second the neutrality disappears back into her sweet smile. ]
Also known as Silena.
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[El wipes some of the sugar on her pants before offering her hand to shake.] Elektra Natchios.
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[ silena laughs at her own joke because she is a dork but she liked that story -- especially because it was written as to make artemis look like a jerkass birch. plus selina would absolutely avenge her father's murder (were he murdered) so she relates to that.
in any case, while she wants to offer the tray again -- elektra is welcome to take more cookies; even all of them, silena isn't going to judge overeating during lockdown in the safehouse -- silena shifts it to her other hand to shake and in doing so the empathy bond activates and the blue light in both their chests flares to life. the emotions coming from silena are simple enough, she exudes a general calm and pleasantness, but it's tinged on the edges with loss and homesickness like the burned edges of cookies. ]
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What she has to offer in return is an undersea of anger and pain that will never leave. Primarily, she's just sad, lonely, and too stubborn to give in or up. She stares at Silena's chest before glancing down at her own.] What is this?
[She's freaked, but there's a childlike wonder to it. She thinks she likes this even if the ends of the cookie are burned so to speak.]
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silena hadn't meant to unload her emotions on another unsuspecting person, sometimes she forgets the empathy bond is a thing because she is an emotional creature by design. but she can feel elekta's surprise and curiosity, even if they are buffeted along by the pull of all the emotions that make silena's heart twist up for this woman. the pain and loss are familiar, less so the anger.
she feels like what silena imagines clarisse would feel like. ]
I'm sorry. [ she is, genuinely contrite. ] It's called the empathy bond, I don't know who named it. It happens with all the Displaced. I also don't know who named us.
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[She releases Silena's hand reluctantly. Elektra is fascinated, but not unsympathetic to the other woman's feelings.] What are we now?
[Maybe Silena isn't the right person to ask, but given what they just experienced? She thinks it's worth a shot.]