noxrequiem
Perpetually Exhausted
P H A N T A S M A
Cordelia Owens
Cordelia narrowed her eyes at Grey angrily, pissed off by the fact he would so flippantly give away her powers like that. It took nearly all her self-control to not snap at him, instead sitting back in her chair and gripping her crossed arms hard enough to cause bruising. Perhaps if things were different, she would have cussed him out in his mind telepathically. But whatever dark force was lurking in the depths of the disgraced hero’s mind made her hesitate to make contact with him again. She had to suppress a shudder while recalling the shadowy sensation brushing back against her touch, and the echoing sound of chilling laughter. The girl wasn’t stupid, and previous experiences had taught her it was best to keep far away from something like that. She didn’t need some strange entity fucking up her mind anymore than it had already been. Still, it had caught her attention, and she eyed Grey from the corner of her eye, curious despite continuing to be angry with him.
The tension in the room had been steadily mounting, and it poked uncomfortably at her nerves like needles. While no doubt the others were probably feeling it as well, it was considerably worse for the psychic because of her telepathic sensitivities. Sitting down was beginning to feel incredibly restrictive, and the urge to get up and pace around the room was nearly unbearable. While she was itching to just get up, she remained seated, tapping her foot and drumming her fingers impatiently.
Even the introduction of Mette did little to quell the room’s tension. Cordelia forced a polite smile and a small nod at the new girl, but her brow raised at the exchange between Mette and Bree. The telepath’s expression was quickly replaced with one of annoyance once Bree started up on her gleeful little spiel. Cordelia was rolling her eyes so hard, it hurt. As soon as Bree was done speaking, she let out a huff of air, looking exhausted and irritated. Turning to look at JJ, she said, “So, is there anything actually important we have to discuss yet, or can I go take a nap?”
Cordelia Owens
Cordelia narrowed her eyes at Grey angrily, pissed off by the fact he would so flippantly give away her powers like that. It took nearly all her self-control to not snap at him, instead sitting back in her chair and gripping her crossed arms hard enough to cause bruising. Perhaps if things were different, she would have cussed him out in his mind telepathically. But whatever dark force was lurking in the depths of the disgraced hero’s mind made her hesitate to make contact with him again. She had to suppress a shudder while recalling the shadowy sensation brushing back against her touch, and the echoing sound of chilling laughter. The girl wasn’t stupid, and previous experiences had taught her it was best to keep far away from something like that. She didn’t need some strange entity fucking up her mind anymore than it had already been. Still, it had caught her attention, and she eyed Grey from the corner of her eye, curious despite continuing to be angry with him.
The tension in the room had been steadily mounting, and it poked uncomfortably at her nerves like needles. While no doubt the others were probably feeling it as well, it was considerably worse for the psychic because of her telepathic sensitivities. Sitting down was beginning to feel incredibly restrictive, and the urge to get up and pace around the room was nearly unbearable. While she was itching to just get up, she remained seated, tapping her foot and drumming her fingers impatiently.
Even the introduction of Mette did little to quell the room’s tension. Cordelia forced a polite smile and a small nod at the new girl, but her brow raised at the exchange between Mette and Bree. The telepath’s expression was quickly replaced with one of annoyance once Bree started up on her gleeful little spiel. Cordelia was rolling her eyes so hard, it hurt. As soon as Bree was done speaking, she let out a huff of air, looking exhausted and irritated. Turning to look at JJ, she said, “So, is there anything actually important we have to discuss yet, or can I go take a nap?”
