Thread: Perception is Reality (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

When Miranda had woken up she had seen an expression on Meghan's face that spoke towards what she thought of Miranda, or at least of her appearance. Yet as soon as she spoke, when she presented that flirtatious line, that expression soured. It wasn't a new experience for Miranda, that reaction seemed common when people found out who she truly was, how flirtatious and playful she could be beneath her exterior. Of course for Meghan it was a bit different, her position dictated professionalism and Miranda was being purposefully sharp and venomous in her own way, not flirting innocently but making sexual innuendos that weren't flattering unless both parties wanted just that. However it had always been that way, Miranda could recall the women who came on to her at the office, people she had hired and who had nothing but respect for her, young girls captivated by the young and gorgeous CEO who led from the front. She could remember them asking her on dates, always bright eyed and starstruck, and then once outside of the corporate atmosphere, when the seriousness fell away and Miranda became more similar to a girl her age, or as close as she could come to one with her many quirks and flaws, they became disinterested. People never seemed to like what they found beneath the surface when it came to Miranda, expectations always found wanting. Not that she wasn't intelligent or witty, not that she wasn't beautiful and at times even kind, but it was always something ridiculous, like people believing she would be more mature, her title being seen ahead of her age. With Meghan it was different however, she had seen Miranda sleeping, sweet and almost innocent, beautiful, and then the moment Miranda awoke she was dirtying that image with an invitation into bed and further narcissism and perversion. It worked in its own way though, she could see the looks of desire on Meghan's face, how irresistible the beautiful doctor found her. Yet as flustered and out of whack as Meghan seemed there was also a distinct hint of disappointment, whether it be for Miranda or for herself was uncertain. Either would make sense, people always thought Miranda could be more than she was outside of work and chances were Meghan felt defeated in a way, her job not entailing being constantly hit on and played with by her patient, especially what seemed to be her first patient. So here Miranda was, a decision to make and one she wasn't really eager to do. She could continue her little game, and it was just that to her, a game, or she could change it up a bit and try to make it all a bit more fair. Of course regardless of her decision it was still a game, she just had to decide something, whether she wanted to continue on hiding or step out into the light just a bit, show more of her real self without all the sharp bites and edges, and just see what happened. What seemed like an easy choice wasn't, in fact it was a terribly difficult choice and as she sat on the edge of the bed listening to Meghan's little plan she was struggling over what to do. Pulling back on the reigns and holding back on the torment she had been purposefully using to play with yet another doctor and protect herself. It would mean making herself more vulnerable, and for what? She still wasn't quite sure why she was even considering it. Civil... She muttered to herself, looking over at Meghan without making an obvious little detour to one of the many delectable curves she had taken so much pleasure in viewing. She still wasn't quite sure what to do, she could work with either but the small part of her that wanted to ease up and see how that worked out was beginning to win over, Miranda wouldn't mind seeing Meghan smile instead of scoff, be impressed as opposed to flustered, and then of course perhaps then she could wiggle her way in. So as Meghan beckoned her to come and she looked upon that adorable flustered face she felt something click into place and she simply took a deep breath and followed, her tennis bag in hand. Miranda's attitude from her room onward changed, where she would have previously been smirking and commenting on the incredible ass walking in front of her or even go as far as to brush her fingers along some exposed part of Meghan's flesh, she was now simply following. After a moment she even made an attempt to strike up a conversation that wouldn't leave Meghan on her guard, one that would bring the word civility back to the woman's mind as a truth and not a desire. Well, I'm thinking pancakes for breakfast, some apple juice, maybe some eggs as well who knows. The cafeteria here is pretty good, I usually eat alone in my room but since there's occasion. Too much truth, that was all that rang out in her mind, she hadn't meant to make herself sound so damn sad, but it was the truth and she didn't come at Meghan with some innuendo to try and cover up how she had eaten every single meal alone since she arrived, hell even prior to her arrival, another little piece of the puzzle that was Miranda Velrose, and yet another example of the presence of loneliness in her life. What about you... What are you hungry for? What does Meghan eat before she works out? she paused during the sentence, stopping herself from using lovely, beautiful, sexy, or any word with similar meaning. She also avoided using the words get physical or once again implying they would be sharing a bed or some other form of sexual intimacy by the end. It was much harder than she believed it would be, not only did covering up her insecurities become more challenging but she had to watch her words because it had been so long since she had to mind her manners that instinct was to be rude and rash. All the while she still wondered why she was doing it at all, why bother being this way when she should have had the same goal with Meghan as all the others, and if she had an answer that made sense she was refusing to acknowledge it.