[ that's the ultimate advantage of being a telepath, isn't it? knowing everything about a person, even if they try to tell you otherwise. although some, she knows, would view it differently. say that it's a curse and not a gift. not her, though. because unlike others who share her ability, esme has never had to deal with it alone, the isolation being a telepath can cause not something she's ever felt, being one of five — or rather, five in one. the hardship of mastering the ability to read people's minds and the initial problem of finding it difficult, if not almost impossible, to block the voices out not something she ever had to suffer through, except for a handful of occasions. ]
[ but esme isn't counting those. the examples are different. the agony of too many voices and the pain of experiencing other people's emotions as though they were your own only ever something she's been hurt by when it was in relation to her sisters. like at senator montez's campaign when sophie and phoebe were caught by sentinel services, their voices piercingly loud as they pleaded simultaneously for her to help and for her to run. ]
[ smoothing the creases from her outfit, esme lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug. ]
I just thought maybe you'd like to tell me yourself.
[ to set him at ease. well, that and this conversation could get boringly one-sided if she just sat there picking through his mind, esme always being one of the more social of her siblings, unafraid to be apart, separate, and freethinking. for as much as she feels for sophie, phoebe, mindee, and celeste, she can't deny her craving for individuality, to be the dominant presence, her sisters sometimes just as much a pawn to her as everyone else when it comes to getting what she wants. ]
Was I wrong?
[ again, she could take the answer before he gives it if she wanted to. but instead, she waits for john to give it himself, a perfectly manicured brow arching as her head tilts sideways. ]
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Date: 2018-02-04 12:26 pm (UTC)[ that's the ultimate advantage of being a telepath, isn't it? knowing everything about a person, even if they try to tell you otherwise. although some, she knows, would view it differently. say that it's a curse and not a gift. not her, though. because unlike others who share her ability, esme has never had to deal with it alone, the isolation being a telepath can cause not something she's ever felt, being one of five — or rather, five in one. the hardship of mastering the ability to read people's minds and the initial problem of finding it difficult, if not almost impossible, to block the voices out not something she ever had to suffer through, except for a handful of occasions. ]
[ but esme isn't counting those. the examples are different. the agony of too many voices and the pain of experiencing other people's emotions as though they were your own only ever something she's been hurt by when it was in relation to her sisters. like at senator montez's campaign when sophie and phoebe were caught by sentinel services, their voices piercingly loud as they pleaded simultaneously for her to help and for her to run. ]
[ smoothing the creases from her outfit, esme lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug. ]
I just thought maybe you'd like to tell me yourself.
[ to set him at ease. well, that and this conversation could get boringly one-sided if she just sat there picking through his mind, esme always being one of the more social of her siblings, unafraid to be apart, separate, and freethinking. for as much as she feels for sophie, phoebe, mindee, and celeste, she can't deny her craving for individuality, to be the dominant presence, her sisters sometimes just as much a pawn to her as everyone else when it comes to getting what she wants. ]
Was I wrong?
[ again, she could take the answer before he gives it if she wanted to. but instead, she waits for john to give it himself, a perfectly manicured brow arching as her head tilts sideways. ]