Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
They are all newly met, and the questions come summarily, but Ophelia has no desire to hide anything in the first place. As they go to answer Cal first, they pause instead as Wessex’s contemplative stare and trailing words catch their attention. Their smile does not necessarily fade, though it becomes a touch bittersweet perhaps. Wessex is familiar to them after all. Back when they were both human; their parents had never let them past the farm boundaries without one of them present, and so Wessex had been one of the few fresh faces they’d ever known. “Ophelia,” they say to both at first, eerie blue gaze turning back to Wessex for a moment. “Athanasia,” they clarify, sure Wessex will know the surname more immediately. They’d been a ghost of a thing whenever the Wraith had visited, and their family had certainly never prioritized introductions, insular and paranoid as they’d been. They certainly don’t blame the Queen for her inability to place Ophelia’s name. Surely all the children had appeared the same, gaunt and curious on the fringes of interactions.
The mind speak makes them startle, though their expression is more awed than scared. Glancing down at their clothes when they’re mentioned, they smile beatifically. “I had nothing to barter. But it would be a good plan.” As with most things, it hadn’t bothered them to be turned away.
Luckily clothes will not determine their usefulness, and they take instruction quite well, wandering over to the first house on the far left. Structural integrity is at least something they know after years of repairing the dilapidated barn and patching the roof of their home. First they inspect the outside, venturing in with a cluck of their tongue at the state of it. It will definitely need supports on the sides.
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Ophelia picks house A!
The mind speak makes them startle, though their expression is more awed than scared. Glancing down at their clothes when they’re mentioned, they smile beatifically. “I had nothing to barter. But it would be a good plan.” As with most things, it hadn’t bothered them to be turned away.
Luckily clothes will not determine their usefulness, and they take instruction quite well, wandering over to the first house on the far left. Structural integrity is at least something they know after years of repairing the dilapidated barn and patching the roof of their home. First they inspect the outside, venturing in with a cluck of their tongue at the state of it. It will definitely need supports on the sides.
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Ophelia picks house A!
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
