Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
Ophelia follows in Maea's footsteps like a shadow, emerging into the quieter vestibule of the Temple's annex. They sit primly next to the loreseeker, only to pull their legs up to sit cross-legged on the pew in a rather strange contortion that feels more comfortable for them despite the break in religious etiquette. They angle themself to watch Maea as she reclines over the back of the pew, hands on their ankles like an attentive, captivated child.
Ophelia is not known for understanding social norms, so their head tilts slightly at the empathy on display. "Was your family horrible to you too?" Samuel and Aamu had not given Ophelia the proper words to describe their upbringing, and their own lack of social grace has their tone tilting toward eager curiosity over a potential similarity upon which to build a friendship instead of the gravity it requires.
Ophelia is too pale to be likened to the sun, but the radiance of a full moon shines from their face at Maea's offer instead, illuminated from within as a bright smile brings out fangs that peak over her lips with the force of her joy. "Yes! Let's be roommates!" Their tail flickers and thunks against the wooden pew like an overexcited dog. "I would like that. A lot." As if it was at all unclear. "Do you want to live somewhere particular?" Her home farm, or another memorable location? Ophelia has no such connections, so the choice lies in Maea's hands.
Ophelia is not known for understanding social norms, so their head tilts slightly at the empathy on display. "Was your family horrible to you too?" Samuel and Aamu had not given Ophelia the proper words to describe their upbringing, and their own lack of social grace has their tone tilting toward eager curiosity over a potential similarity upon which to build a friendship instead of the gravity it requires.
Ophelia is too pale to be likened to the sun, but the radiance of a full moon shines from their face at Maea's offer instead, illuminated from within as a bright smile brings out fangs that peak over her lips with the force of her joy. "Yes! Let's be roommates!" Their tail flickers and thunks against the wooden pew like an overexcited dog. "I would like that. A lot." As if it was at all unclear. "Do you want to live somewhere particular?" Her home farm, or another memorable location? Ophelia has no such connections, so the choice lies in Maea's hands.
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
