Ophelia
A vicious curl of pleasure cuts across their face at the belated jolt of reaction from their General, widened only further by the purr of praise. The line goes slack as Wessex steps forward, and Ophelia is quick to flick their wrist to return the length to their side in preparation - and to keep it away from the General's hands. She is an opponent now, feigned as it may be, and it would be foolish to allow her the chance to snatch Phi's weapon away with the strength difference between them.
Eyeing the space between them, Ophelia steps back at the same time as they lash out anew with the whip - this time to crack harmlessly (though incredibly loudly) - near Wessex's shoulder in an attempt to distract and disorient. Their elbow jerks back, recoiling the length of the whip to aim anew for the handle as instructed.
Eyeing the space between them, Ophelia steps back at the same time as they lash out anew with the whip - this time to crack harmlessly (though incredibly loudly) - near Wessex's shoulder in an attempt to distract and disorient. Their elbow jerks back, recoiling the length of the whip to aim anew for the handle as instructed.
With your naive heart you praise God above
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
But how's it working for you honey? Do you feel loved?
