Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
They are not a fighter of any sort, even with long years of malnutrition healed away by The Voice’s loving hand. They still remain frail and unassuming. Still, that does nothing to stop Ophelia from arriving on whispering feet, overlarge eyes serene in their ghostlike blueness as they approach. Their clothing is still threadbare at best, blood staining the hem of the dress they’d Ascended in, unable to wash it fully away. It clearly does not bother them.
Ophelia approaches the gathered pair with excitement brimming in their heart, smile brightening to reveal just the barest tips of fangs poking past pale lips. “Hello family,” their chiming voice calls, a pale hand brushing pin-straight flaxen hair away from their face. “I saw your notice and wanted to help.” Almost unnaturally at ease with these relative strangers, joy suffusing their strange features as they eagerly await instructions.
Ophelia approaches the gathered pair with excitement brimming in their heart, smile brightening to reveal just the barest tips of fangs poking past pale lips. “Hello family,” their chiming voice calls, a pale hand brushing pin-straight flaxen hair away from their face. “I saw your notice and wanted to help.” Almost unnaturally at ease with these relative strangers, joy suffusing their strange features as they eagerly await instructions.
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
