Liam breathed in the heavy smell of his coffee. It was cold in New York in December. Florida had been so much milder. Last night, his boss had called him. He told Liam to be in the office early the next day and speak of what went on with the ambassadors to no one else. Liam had agreed quickly, able to read the older man's anxiety even though his tone of voice was perfectly even. Liam swiped into the building and set about unlocking all the doors. He struggled a bit to remember which key went to which door. Usually he only opened the back door for himself.
His early morning activities went quickly. He laid out the files that'd been delivered the day before, let the caterers into the conference room and answered the phone. They were set to arrive at nine. Liam's stomach was in knots. The past employee had seemed really eager to leave after his month with the delegates. He knew once the first person arrived he'd only feel their emotions, his would be blotted out until he get alone again.
A door opened and Liam felt a cold draft. Their was no sound from the entry way. Liam sat behind his secretary desk fiddling with some sticky notes. He couldn't see the person yet but they were close enough to change his mood. A bubble of mischievousness rose up in him along with a tendril of smugness. Liam cracked a grin and before he realized it, he'd kicked his feet up on the desk. He waited for the first delegate to walk into his line of sight. A white head of hair rushed into his line of sight.
"You didn't see anything!" A good looking young man called over his shoulder as he went speeding into the conference room. Liam chuckled at the amusement coming from the man. As the white haired guy ran out of Liam's empathy range he took his feet down from the desk. He really should have more control than that. He'd have to get use to having so many people around again.
The door slammed open again, "Prussia! Get back here gott verdammt!" a heavily accented voice yelled, "You are not a nation so you are not allowed at the world conferences!"
Frazzled and indigent, those were the surface emotions that washed over him. The empath wanted to run a hand through his dark hair, but managed to keep it on the desk instead. A blonde man stalked into his line of sight.
"Excuse me!" the blonde said, "did you happen to see a white haired idiot run past here?" The delegate stood in front of him with a small German flag pinned to his lapel.
Liam froze behind his chair. Normally he just got surface emotions… like what happened earlier, but this guy. This guy… god, there was so much. Bunches of pain, humiliation, anger, and regret. Tucked away, practically hidden was a tender flower of pride and enthusiasm.
"Uh," Liam stuttered, "no, sorry."
These were not the emotions the man was feeling currently, was it? One person usually only felt so much when they were having a huge break down or flip out. Not when they were talking with someone they just met.
The man ground his teeth, "thank you," he murmured before heading towards the conference room. Liam stared at his retreating back, wondering what the hell was going on with the German.
Re: Empathy or Why He Liked To Work Alone 2/?
His early morning activities went quickly. He laid out the files that'd been delivered the day before, let the caterers into the conference room and answered the phone. They were set to arrive at nine. Liam's stomach was in knots. The past employee had seemed really eager to leave after his month with the delegates. He knew once the first person arrived he'd only feel their emotions, his would be blotted out until he get alone again.
A door opened and Liam felt a cold draft. Their was no sound from the entry way. Liam sat behind his secretary desk fiddling with some sticky notes. He couldn't see the person yet but they were close enough to change his mood. A bubble of mischievousness rose up in him along with a tendril of smugness. Liam cracked a grin and before he realized it, he'd kicked his feet up on the desk. He waited for the first delegate to walk into his line of sight. A white head of hair rushed into his line of sight.
"You didn't see anything!" A good looking young man called over his shoulder as he went speeding into the conference room. Liam chuckled at the amusement coming from the man. As the white haired guy ran out of Liam's empathy range he took his feet down from the desk. He really should have more control than that. He'd have to get use to having so many people around again.
The door slammed open again, "Prussia! Get back here gott verdammt!" a heavily accented voice yelled, "You are not a nation so you are not allowed at the world conferences!"
Frazzled and indigent, those were the surface emotions that washed over him. The empath wanted to run a hand through his dark hair, but managed to keep it on the desk instead. A blonde man stalked into his line of sight.
"Excuse me!" the blonde said, "did you happen to see a white haired idiot run past here?" The delegate stood in front of him with a small German flag pinned to his lapel.
Liam froze behind his chair. Normally he just got surface emotions… like what happened earlier, but this guy. This guy… god, there was so much. Bunches of pain, humiliation, anger, and regret. Tucked away, practically hidden was a tender flower of pride and enthusiasm.
"Uh," Liam stuttered, "no, sorry."
These were not the emotions the man was feeling currently, was it? One person usually only felt so much when they were having a huge break down or flip out. Not when they were talking with someone they just met.
The man ground his teeth, "thank you," he murmured before heading towards the conference room. Liam stared at his retreating back, wondering what the hell was going on with the German.