Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

A hint of pity crept into Maitreya's visage as she gazed upon the hurt and bitter woman before her, though it had none of the conceit which Brooklyn no doubt associated with her after their encounter earlier in the night. In its place shone a genuine concern she really had upset her more than she had intended, and apparently the remedy for her distress lay in a squat glass, mixed with coke and ice. How much has she had to drink? It certainly seemed as though she'd had enough, though no sooner had Treya silently agreed than Brooke was twisting, changing her mind and accepting the offer of another. She caught the bartender's gaze without much delay - the bar was quiet enough, it seemed - and ordered two of whatever it was that the freckled beauty had been drinking. I'm very sorry you are so upset, she spoke after pulling up a stool and slinking into it, leaning closer to Brooklyn and delicately raising a hand as though to caress the side of her face, but thought better of it and let it fall with a rueful grimace. When you came in you seemed so strong - so defiant - I didn't think you'd listen to anything I said, so I didn't think it necessary to sugar-coat my words. That was wrong of me I knew that the cards had been cruel to you but... oh, Treya. You've no excuse, she scolded herself, and for a moment turned away in shame. I should have been more tactful. Honestly, I felt threatened by you. Fate is a tricky thing... Have you ever thought that sceptics never see ghosts? That somehow by denying their existence they become unable to perceive certain phenomena? It sounds silly - I know - but if it were true, then how am I to know that you may not be imperceptible to fate? I can't change what the cards intimated to me, but if my words have caused you such distress, then I hope that with fresh words I can give you fresh hope. After all, you don't really believe what I told you, do you? Apparently, on some level Brooklyn did believe it, or at least feared that it might be true. Maitreya knew that as long as she was around, it would take time for the poor woman to forget what she had said, but that only gave her the leeway to appeal to Brooke's sensible - or sceptical - side, without feeling like she'd undermined herself in her own eyes. Throughout it all, her voice exuded concern and regret, and the intentness with which she held - or tried to hold - Brooke's gaze garnished that concern with genuineness. She'd offered her a glimpse beyond the mystique to a real, compassionate person beneath, and Maitreya hoped that she would recognise how little the eastern woman would have cared about hurting her if she did not hold genuine compassion for her. She was not here to cleanse her own conscience she was here to convince Brooke that whatever the cards had said, love was worth chasing. The drinks arrived and Treya smiled as she paid, maintaining the expression as she tipped her glass into contact with that of the drunken woman upon whom her eyes rested with such care and tenderness. To forging one's fate, eh? she toasted, a gentle smile upon her exotic features. At least, so I hope...