A New Sense of Euphoria (Faigrance)

Tyler, though, wasn't actually a bother. To be honest, the psychiatrist finds it amusing that the kid thinks he is, without regard to what other experiences the island's students already presented Versil with, in her course of years being a psychiatrist and psychologist at the same time.

There were those who mocked her, of course, that's a given when they first met her because the rumours failed them. Those who tried to assault her, curious as to what her ability really is about and (yes, believe it or not) actually tried to kill her at some point. She was, however, able to defeat all those with her brother and recently, with her ward, Giro.

And then, there's no denial of her own insanity.
Sometimes, even when she thinks she's already over that phase in her life, she would still see him.

But before she could delve further into that past, she managed to wake herself and from her tea, she glanced over the shy boy she was facing.

She found it quite humorous that Tyler thinks he's being a pain.

That's why she couldn't help but smile again.

Those thoughts made her calm her nerves and she soothingly told Tyler that he's not a bother. "Excuse me for a minute, I need to grab some files from my room and start the real session. As for the staff who can help you control it... I think I can handle that... at least for now. That is if you don't mind me being your companion and whatnot."

As she thought about the course to which she shall take in the next month, she remembered that old park in her hometown where a sole gravestone stands.

And thought about visiting Lawrence once Giro is already settled in the island.

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"I shouldn't have said that," Versil muttered to herself as she opened the last drawer of her wood cabinet. Without realizing it, she included the dreaded "I think..." answer.

She sighed as she hauled the brown envelopes in her arms.

Yes, she thought that Tyler will be someone stronger than most, but still. Tyler is one of those patients who need security and continuous assurance. He's also just a kid, to boot.

Maybe she'll look for other staff members after all, just to help Tyler widen his network. Let the kid walk some deeper waters.

She sorted the files, the ones she doesn't need, and the ones having at least some connections with Tyler's case. She did it rapidly but smoothly, and in a matter of not more than five minutes she was out of her room to where Tyler is, holding a steno pad and a ball pen on both hands.

"I don't want to be too formal, but it is a requisite." She explained briefly before sitting where she was. "By the way," she continued as soon as she set herself and caught the kid's eyes. "Do you trust me, Tyler?"

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Versil smiled. "Good. You're honest, that makes my job a tad easier." She doesn't need to take note of his honesty, but she still needed to be sure. At the very least that's one of the hurdles a patient and a doctor need to overcome. And she, being a psychiatrist, is glad that they don't need to fiddle with it any longer.

She rested her straightened back on her chair, pressing the soft fabric of her dress against the hard wood, her long hair caught in between. And then she danced her eyes away from Tyler. She still needs his honesty in answering the next queries she's about to drop one by one. And although he has been honest to her, she couldn't guarantee an honest session. And as far as science goes, those who are stared at does not have the talent to remain calm and rational.


"Do you think I can help you, Tyler?"

His name rolled out her lips like a lullaby she's used to singing. And that's how she handles all her patients normally (she figured Tyler wouldn't want to be treated as someone different from the rest so) — making them calmer than usual, chanting with every breath the very meaning of serenity. The doctor found it more useful to talk with untampered subjects. Because then, she wouldn't be able to induce them with the questions someone only like her could ever ask.

And she's starting with the easier ones, as she always does.

There's still a lot to ask this kid about, a lot to put in her steno pad, but she decided instead to scratch a group of thin, clear cursive lines making up the name of Adam Wayland as she waited for the kid's reply.

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"Poppet, that part of you that doesn't believe I can," The plastered smile on her thin lips faded into a solemn line, her eyes gravitating back to catch Tyler's. "Can I talk to him?" And she did not dare move. She just looked at her with a glint of hope in her eyes. Wondering how brutally honest the other voice in this kid would be.

She fancied over the reality that Tyler pushed her into. The reality of hopelessness and uncertainty.

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Just like I thought, he's far from ready. A little push won't hurt, right?

Versil let a gentle sigh escape. "I'm British, that's something akin to 'dear'." She figured she's at least answer him, entertain Tyler a bit. But of course, she knows he knows. Challenging a psychologist in her playground was not a smart move for the kid, and althoughVersil just needs a little nudge to let the other voice act out, she still choose the complicated route.

That's because Tyler refused to have the easy one.

Inhale... exhale. She touched the crook of her elbow just to be sure about the gradual depletion of her effect on him. "Let's see how this will work." She mused as she let her chest fall down rather heavily, a pretty blush dusting her ears for the sudden drawback of her ability.

"But it's winning, isn't it?" She prodded, as if talking to no one in particular with the way her eyes glazed over Tyler's — not really looking, but she's still holding her ground.

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