Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
It has been a long time, which is truly unfortunate. The world is much bigger for Ophelia now than it had been before their Ascension, but they must remind themself that the family is most important. Though the world is wider now, they should stay closer to home for moments like these. Gracefully folding onto the bench beside him as he makes room, Ophelia props their heels up on the edge like a child, arms around their shins as they lean sideways to investigate the books he spreads out for them.
The pictures and diagrams alone are beautiful, and they listen avidly as Nikolai explains what he’s hard at work doing. Brightening at the offer just as they had the first time, they smile beatifically. “Yes, I would love to hear about them! Will you make copies of your compiled book when it’s finished, so that the outdated ones can be removed from the library?” Or was this more of an individual passion project? Needing to have things ordered and refined to stop the biting, nagging irritation of incompatibility?
The pictures and diagrams alone are beautiful, and they listen avidly as Nikolai explains what he’s hard at work doing. Brightening at the offer just as they had the first time, they smile beatifically. “Yes, I would love to hear about them! Will you make copies of your compiled book when it’s finished, so that the outdated ones can be removed from the library?” Or was this more of an individual passion project? Needing to have things ordered and refined to stop the biting, nagging irritation of incompatibility?
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
