we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
The passage of time is only meaningful in the presence of daylight now, so when they are happened across Ophelia lifts their head, unaware of how long it has been. The man’s face is unfamiliar, but the slight tug of fangs in his mouth as he speaks is not. Ophelia’s trust is quite black and white, the most devoted to the idea of the Ascended being family, and so they reach a birdlike hand out towards Amun. “Please. Stay.”
Their voice is wet but their cheeks are clear, and that’s the worst part. They aren’t sure if tears will ever come, if the shock will wear off. They haven’t even heard of the other deaths yet - Edrei and Bastien, two more siblings they’d never get the chance to meet.
Their voice is wet but their cheeks are clear, and that’s the worst part. They aren’t sure if tears will ever come, if the shock will wear off. They haven’t even heard of the other deaths yet - Edrei and Bastien, two more siblings they’d never get the chance to meet.
