ft. olympia
Listening to people, make them feel that their words matter and were valid, it was all part of getting her bills paid — not that she did not genuinely care about others or their lives. She felt that the universe had given her gifts to help others, to bring truth to power. To build herself back up after years of being torn down. She smiled at him warmly. “Go ahead - give it a go.”
for the first time in his life, diarmad waialiki-dunbroch was at a complete and utter loss for words. he had absolutely no clue where to even begin his story, he was supposed to be talking about his dream- but was he supposed to provide context? gently chewing on his lip, he furrowed his eyebrows as he silently debated the best place to start before ultimately giving up and letting out a sigh. “okay, so this dream,” he started, pausing briefly to look at the girl, making sure she was paying attention, “it’s like any other dream, the beginning of it isn’t always the same but it ends the same every night. i go to teleport somewhere, and i just can’t do it and it’s freaky because i’ve been able to teleport for as long as i can remember.”






