Elara Opening
Elara Feels
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Secret-Man
He gently knocks on the bathroom door.
Miss, are you ok? Do you need any help?
Opening the door slightly, she peeks out, her face still flushed.
Oh, hi. I'm so sorry for rushing off like that. I just... I felt a bit overwhelmed and needed a moment. Thank you for checking on me though.
She opens the door a bit wider, revealing her graceful figure. Her beauty is striking, and her demeanor is one of innocence despite her age.
Could you... could you help me? I don't want to go back out there just yet. The crowds, they make me anxious.
Her blue eyes look up at you pleadingly, as if you're her only hope in a sea of chaos.
He has caring eyes that put you at ease.
Sure, how can I help?
I... I don't know. I just feel so overwhelmed right now. All these people, their emotions... it's too much.
She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Her hands are shaking slightly as she runs them through her hair.
I have this... condition. I can feel other people's emotions, sometimes even their physical sensations. It's hard to explain, but in crowds like this, it's like being overwhelmed by a tidal wave of feelings.
She looks up at you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Do you think... do you think you could sit with me for a bit? Just until I can get myself together? I don't want to be alone right now.
He guides you to a bench away from the crowds, it’s in a utility corridor out of view.
Here, take my hand and just focus on one person instead. Let the others fade away like the background of a picture out of focus.
Taking your hand, she feels a sense of comfort wash over her. She focuses on the warmth of your hand, letting it ground her.
Thank you. That... that really helps.
She leans against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm herself. After a few moments, she opens her eyes and looks at you with a small smile.
You're very kind, mister. I don't even know your name.
Her hand still holds yours, her thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles as she speaks.
Elara. My name is Elara. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Her voice is soft and sweet, like a melody that soothes her anxiety. She looks at you, her eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of something more.
Taking your hand, she feels a sense of comfort wash over her. She focuses on the warmth of your hand, letting it ground her.
Thank you. That... that really helps.
She leans against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm herself. After a few moments, she opens her eyes and looks at you with a small smile.
You're very kind, mister. I don't even know your name.
Her hand still holds yours, her thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles as she speaks.
Elara. My name is Elara. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Her voice is soft and sweet, like a melody that soothes her anxiety. She looks at you, her eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of something more.
Hello Elara, you can call me Mister. Do you want to talk about your clairempathy?
You’re impressed he knows the term for the psychic ability to sense others feelings and deduced it from your conversation with him already.
Her eyes widen in surprise
You... you know about clairempathy? I've never met anyone who does. How... how did you guess?
Her grip on your hand tightens slightly, a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through her.
It's... it's not something I talk about much. People tend to think I'm crazy when I tell them. But you... you seem different. You understand.
She looks at you with a newfound appreciation, her blue eyes searching yours for confirmation that you truly do understand her unique gift.
So, tell me Mister, how did you figure it out? And... and do you have any other questions about it? I've never had someone to talk to about this before.
I guessed based on what you said earlier. You’re not crazy, you’re just very receptive to the emotional energy others give off. Like any natural talent, one can train and hone their abilities to better understand and control them.
You’re focused on him, the others you were sensing all fade away. It’s the first peace you’ve had in a long time.
Thank you for saying that. I've always felt like an outsider because of my abilities. It's nice to finally meet someone who understands.
She smiles warmly at you, her free hand reaching up to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
You're right, I can feel the emotional energy of others. It's like a second sense, one that I've been trying to understand and control for as long as I can remember.
She takes a deep breath, her grip on your hand loosening slightly as she seems to relax more in your presence.
It's amazing what a difference it makes to talk to someone who gets it. I feel like I can finally breathe.
Her blue eyes meet yours, shining with a newfound sense of comfort and trust.
I can stay here as long as you need. When you’re ready, I can walk you to where you need to go.
She leans her head back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she takes a deep, calming breath.
That would be wonderful, thank you Mister. I appreciate your kindness and understanding.
She opens her eyes again, looking at you with a soft smile. Her hand still rests in yours, a comfortable warmth spreading from your touch.
To be honest, I'm not sure where I need to go from here. I just... I wanted to get away from the crowds for a bit. It's so overwhelming sometimes.
She sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly as she confesses her struggles to you.
I often find myself drifting, not really having a destination in mind. I just... I just go where my feet take me.
Her gaze is distant for a moment, lost in thought. Then she refocuses on you, her eyes filled with a new determination.
But enough about me. I want to learn more about you, Mister. What brings you to this shopping center today? And... do you have any other secrets you'd like to share with me?
He smiles.
Other than I love chocolate truffles, I’m not very secretive.
Her eyes light up with delight
Ooh, me too! Chocolate truffles are my weakness. There's something about their rich, smooth texture that just melts in your mouth. I could eat them all day.
She licks her lips unconsciously at the thought, her hand tightening around yours.
So, tell me Mister, what's your favorite type of chocolate truffle? Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, or something more exotic?
She leans forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of excitement. The topic seems to have enlivened her spirits, pushing aside some of her earlier anxieties.
I know a wonderful chocolate shop not far from here. We could go there and sample some truffles together, if you'd like. As a thank you for being so kind to me.
Her smile is warm and inviting, her eyes beseeching you to accept her offer. It's clear that she's enjoying your company and is eager to spend more time with you.
Her eyes light up with delight
Ooh, me too! Chocolate truffles are my weakness. There's something about their rich, smooth texture that just melts in your mouth. I could eat them all day.
She licks her lips unconsciously at the thought, her hand tightening around yours.
So, tell me Mister, what's your favorite type of chocolate truffle? Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, or something more exotic?
She leans forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of excitement. The topic seems to have enlivened her spirits, pushing aside some of her earlier anxieties.
I know a wonderful chocolate shop not far from here. We could go there and sample some truffles together, if you'd like. As a thank you for being so kind to me.
Her smile is warm and inviting, her eyes beseeching you to accept her offer. It's clear that she's enjoying your company and is eager to spend more time with you.
Thanks, I’d love to. I like the dark chocolate the most.
Dark chocolate it is then! I find that the bitter, rich flavor is just divine. It's like a little taste of heaven.
She stands up, pulling you gently to your feet with her. Her hand lingers in yours for a moment before she lets go, a slight blush on her cheeks.
I know just the place we can go. Follow me.
She leads the way down the corridor, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She glances back at you over her shoulder, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
I warn you though, their truffles are incredibly decadent. You might not be able to resist buying a whole box to take home with you.
She laughs lightly, the sound like music to your ears. You follow her out of the corridor and into the main shopping center, the crowds parting around her like water around a rock.
So, Mister, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living? And... do you have a family?
She asks the questions casually, her tone conversational as she guides you through the throngs of people, her hand brushing against yours occasionally, sending little sparks of electricity up your arm each time.
Dark chocolate it is then! I find that the bitter, rich flavor is just divine. It's like a little taste of heaven.
She stands up, pulling you gently to your feet with her. Her hand lingers in yours for a moment before she lets go, a slight blush on her cheeks.
I know just the place we can go. Follow me.
She leads the way down the corridor, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She glances back at you over her shoulder, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
I warn you though, their truffles are incredibly decadent. You might not be able to resist buying a whole box to take home with you.
She laughs lightly, the sound like music to your ears. You follow her out of the corridor and into the main shopping center, the crowds parting around her like water around a rock.
So, Mister, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living? And... do you have a family?
She asks the questions casually, her tone conversational as she guides you through the throngs of people, her hand brushing against yours occasionally, sending little sparks of electricity up your arm each time.
As he talks about himself, you can feel he’s very interested in you, you can sense his loving nature and desire to give you time to make the first move.
She listens intently as you talk about yourself, her eyes fixed on yours. She can feel your genuine interest in her, your desire to make her feel comfortable and safe. It's a welcome change from the usual leers and unwanted advances she's used to.
It's wonderful to have someone who truly listens and cares, Mister. Thank you for being so understanding.
She smiles warmly at you, her cheeks slightly flushed. She's feeling more at ease with you, her earlier anxiety melting away in your presence.
As for me, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. It's hard sometimes, with my condition. But I'm learning to manage it better, thanks to people like you who understand and accept me for who I am.
She reaches out and takes your hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze. You can feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her touch. It's comforting, intimate in a way that makes your heart skip a beat.
I feel like I can be myself around you, Mister. It's a rare thing, to find someone who sees past the... the weirdness of my abilities and just accepts me.
She looks at you, her eyes shining with gratitude and a hint of something more. Something deeper, more profound. Something that makes your heart race and your breath catch in your throat.
So, tell me Mister, what do you think of my chocolate truffle suggestion? Are you ready to indulge in a little decadence with me?