Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
Unaware of their own expression or how it is affecting Maea, Ophelia merely holds as still as possible, hoping that if they don't draw any attention to the ongoing petting that it might yet continue. Ophelia had been the second-born, but their older brother had never been inclined to show affection in this way, and Ophelia had been the only daughter. These types of displays of affection are utterly foreign to them, and already they are nearly drunk on how it feels to be touched.
Empathy is not Ophelia's strongest skill, but their heart still clenches at the hurt so evident in Maea's tone. More than that, the desperation to not have something precious and new taken from her hands.
Phi tilts their head to better meet Maea's eyes, and smiles as reassuringly as they can. "She wants less than the Voice did. Less than all the gods, really. She likes self-indulgence and lack of structure." A nice way to say chaos but sometimes people get prickly about that particular descriptor, so Ophelia neatly discards it. "Maybe now is the perfect time to just be you. It would please her just to do that." So why not kill two birds with one stone?
Empathy is not Ophelia's strongest skill, but their heart still clenches at the hurt so evident in Maea's tone. More than that, the desperation to not have something precious and new taken from her hands.
Phi tilts their head to better meet Maea's eyes, and smiles as reassuringly as they can. "She wants less than the Voice did. Less than all the gods, really. She likes self-indulgence and lack of structure." A nice way to say chaos but sometimes people get prickly about that particular descriptor, so Ophelia neatly discards it. "Maybe now is the perfect time to just be you. It would please her just to do that." So why not kill two birds with one stone?
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
