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"This is nice, I'm in a room with you Cupcake. Oh between, there's a welcoming party coming up, tomorrow or after, not sure just yet. They should put up some information about it on the board. You should come, it's a great opportunity to meet people!"

Cupcake smiled and nodded, blushing. She was glad she was rooming with someone she knew better then just a stranger. but she was also a bit hesitant because she just knew she was going to embarrass herself somehow in front of him. She wasn't good around other guys, or people for that matter. It was bad..but she was used to being alone so this was new....A welcoming party? She looked down. She wasn't good with large crowds of people, especially since the larger the crowd the more spiritual activity there was.

"U-uhm...since you're going...i..i'll go."

         

[Gabriel(le) Quinn Honey-Sinclair]

A clear look of concern slipped over her features as she listened to him. He suffered from flashbacks due to his ability to read auras…and he’d just had one of them, and the memory was evidently associated with herself. Alistair had divulged information about himself that he hadn’t had to, and asked her to slap him if she saw him slip into one of those episodes. But, for what reason that memory of his, about the friend he left behind out of fear, was linked with her, Gabriel hadn’t the slightest idea. The fact that she’d offered up her friendship to him, and the fact that he’d accepted it triggered a painful memory. Flashbacks, memories and a painful past…tragedy, sorrow and loss, that was something her past seemed to be riddled enough with—but somehow she was able to act without it hindering her now. She wasn’t an aura-reader, her psychic powers were physically based; she had transvection, so she’d never know the hindrance that came with what Alistair could do, or what any mentally-based psychic could do, or had to deal with.

She could forget, she could detach herself from her past and her memories without much of a problem because she didn’t have to worry about anything involuntarily triggering them like Alistair. She couldn’t understand how it was he felt exactly, she’d never be able to—but then, no one person could understand how another felt in any given situation. With each and every person on the planet, there was bound to be a unique and individualistic reaction to the same event or situation. Sympathizing was possible, but full comprehension wasn’t.

If I tried to say anything comforting, or whatever, about the memory he recalled, it might seem like I’m just patronizing him. Most people didn’t care for that sort of thing. Certainly, she didn’t.

Gabriel remained seated on her bed, looking at her roommate, not wholly sure how to respond to him at the moment. The fact that something in him associated her with that memory of his…what he said about his past, not trusting others, it was kind of a lot to take in and dissect and respond to at once. But…he’d revealed it to her, and even with what he said about not trusting others, he’d still gone ahead and spilled. Him not trusting others, and so readily talking to her as he had, openly…it made a small, dull pain form right in her heart.... The circumstances under which she lived, and what it was she made others think too, it made her feel guilty. Alistair had trust issues with people, but he accepted the idea of them becoming friends in the future with a smile, and here she was, having to lie about a rather large factor about her person—her gender.

That’s not really my choice though…I have to say I’m a boy, and be a boy before the eyes of everyone around me or else.... I don’t know what grandfather would do. Gabriel’s eyes drew downward, to the small hands she had placed upon her lap, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. Likely, he’d wrench me from the Mansion, pull me away from the sight and presence of others and confine me back to being alone again, keeping me under his watch for the rest of his lifetime. I don’t like having to lie to Alistair, or anyone, about being a boy, but.... a sigh slipped from her, Even if it does wind up making me feel guilty, I’m going to give into being a bit selfish, and go ahead with lying for the chance to finally have some happiness.

Even living under the prospect of a lie, she did have more freedom than she had with Maxwell. At least, she could actually be with people, and make friends, live her life. Like her dad would’ve wanted for her.

Again, the girl looked upward, giving a caring sort of smile to Alistair, she couldn’t understand what exactly he’d been through or things of the sort, but, rejection, being treated less than well for matters beyond one’s control.... That was sort of something she got, but it was something she’d been able to let go of and leave behind in her past. She was ready to step into her future, readily; she had no fear of people or what they might think of her, she’d been able to free herself of the pain that came with her differences, and oddness. Her mother’s rejection, her being scared of herself and her father because they’d been psychic, her grandfather’s disappointment and scorn for her not living up to the Sinclair name.... Those were things she had been able to leave behind in her past.

“I can’t say I comprehend. If I did, that’d be the biggest load of hogwash ever said by anyone, and it’d be a straight out shallow thing to say to you. But, I do at least hear you, Alistair. The past is a very painful subject for some, not so much for others. Whatever it might be that is hard for someone to overcome, for whatever the reason, might be barely a bump in the road for someone else.... Why I’m associated with this memory of yours, I don’t know either.” Gabriel shrugged, smile a bit nervous. “To tell you the truth, I’m probably someone who’s moved on a bit too easily from their past. I’ve let go of things I probably shouldn’t have been able to so simply.”

“Like…why I’m here now. Honestly, my grandfather sort of just dumped me here from his care because I don’t live up to his expectations as the heir to our family’s name. He’s too proud to accept the fact that I’m all that’ll be left of our family after he kicks the bucket, because my abilities as a psychic are pathetic, in his opinion, since all I can do is float around at random. I should probably be all upset by that, but I’m really not. I can’t control what the old guy thinks of me; bad or good, in the end I’m actually rather glad he plopped me here to be someone else’s problem rather than keeping me under his watch all the time. Gives me a chance to be a bit free for a change....” Without having meant to, she’d prattled on, slowly turning to set her gaze on the window on the other side of the room.

“Whatever happens though, you’ve got a friend in me, Alistair. Even if I don’t always understand, I’ll still do my best to be a friend.” Whether or not she had to lie about her gender…what she said was true, going around as ‘Gabriel’ or Gabrielle,’ it didn’t matter, she would be a friend to Alistair. Just, hopefully if by chance her secret spilled itself…it wouldn’t tear apart their weakly established companionship.