Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
Ophelia does not flinch when Darkeye spills his own blood instead, though their head cocks birdlike at the dark rivulets that flow over corded muscle. It is an unexpected sacrifice. Maneuvering closer they offer their own hands, costing their palms with a quick press to Darkeye’s arm and then wandering away again.
They brush their hands against the long grasses in the field, leaving a straight trail of bloodstained wheat where they go. They are careful not to move too far from the group, beginning to circle once they’re a few stridelengths away. Hoping the increased radius of blood will help if nothing else, they continue to shuffle their feet rhythmically as the others work, Darkeye’s blood on unfeeling skin.
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Ophelia presses their hands to Darkeye’s blood and walks a few feet away to circle and coat the grasses while shuffling their feet, trying to spread the radius of blood smell.
They brush their hands against the long grasses in the field, leaving a straight trail of bloodstained wheat where they go. They are careful not to move too far from the group, beginning to circle once they’re a few stridelengths away. Hoping the increased radius of blood will help if nothing else, they continue to shuffle their feet rhythmically as the others work, Darkeye’s blood on unfeeling skin.
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Ophelia presses their hands to Darkeye’s blood and walks a few feet away to circle and coat the grasses while shuffling their feet, trying to spread the radius of blood smell.
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
