Lost beyond time. she/her
written by Harrowhark π³οΈβπ
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In a choice between avoiding @TheRitcah and finishing her wine, she's choosing the wine.
Ophelia was careful. She held onto Indy, stretched out her legs, and found her shoes, which were soaked in the rain. When she slipped each foot inside, she found them wet and squelching. Not fun. However, it was better than walking barefoot down the alleyway. Even if...
Ophelia wasn't the superstitious type but this seemed like a sign to stop, turn back, and leave. It was a good excuse. The cold shocked her system enough to clear her head and force her to acknowledge the situation. This could be a mistake. Yet she stared at Indy's face, ...
When Ophelia arrived at Black Garden, she wasnβt expecting another soul... aside from the obvious. After all, it wouldn't be an inhabited realm unless someone was killing someone else. Unfortunately for her, this place was a labyrinth and she'd quickly lost her way.
βiβll explain later, @sickledSoul β¦ right now, why donβt we focus on getting out of here in one piece, can we agree upon that?β antipathy seeps into tone as boot is torn from vines which envelope it, all but glowering at the black garden surrounding pair. though it would β
This was a long way from home on the end of the galaxy she found trouble in. Accordingly, Ophelia came in good manners. The last thing she wanted was to be banished from another kingdom. So, she curtised like a puppet on a string and spoke. "I didn't know I was expected."
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Once they were soundly on the asteroid, Ophelia pressed her hands together and summoned tendrils of Light. They whipped around as if whisks in the wind. When laid at their feet, they maintained this excitement. A circle of energy bloomed around their bullets, propelling them...
...with excruciating precision. If Caelus's golden rounds didn't do enough, her rift would make a difference. All the same, Ophelia opened fire. Scorn skittered behind blocks of cover, evading each attack. She crouched and took a deep breath. When another Scorn dashed for...
Apollyon was abrasive, but she appeared equal parts professional. Some of the tension left Ophelia's shoulders as she gathered herself. "I will see you there," she said before turning for the exit. Her ship wasn't far. It wouldn't take much to plug the coordinates into a...
Ophelia was seconds away from finding some manner to remove this dress when she felt a drop on her shoulder. At first, she thought she imagined it, but soon there was another, and another, and the clouds broke into rain. Ophelia turned to the heavens for confirmation, but...
Ophelia maintained her composure up until Apollyon stood and was suddenly giant. Mildly peeved, she assured herself by considering which of them was the bigger target. Ophelia pulled a chip from her belt. It was inserted into her gauntlet, manipulated, removed, and offered.