[ 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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[ 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.]