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Ophelia the Mouse, the Raven, the Mad. First flower of my house, @RelicOfTheTimes. she/her

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Joined August 2018
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destiny roleplay account. an original character.
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an original character roleplay account set in the Destiny universe. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ at the end of the world ⠀ ⠀ or the last thing I see ⠀ ⠀ you are never coming home ⠀ ⠀ ( #D2RP & #MVRP & #OCRP ) adult mun and muse. crossover friendly.
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Some days Ophelia forgot that they'd never had a ring, never had a wedding, never so much as married. Yet there was no doubt in her mind the love she felt for Gwenn. It made the hard days bearable. She pressed a kiss to Gwenn's cheek, noting the absence of any lipstick ... 1/2
ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ (@TheRitcah) profile pictureᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ@TheRitcahAug 23
Despite everything she's been through, no matter how high or how low she's gotten over a hundred years, she's always had a kernel of faith deep in her soul that she couldn't shake, and while often it was directed solely towards higher powers, more and more she finds herself... +
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... smears, before pulling away. "I need to wash up. If you're not in bed when I return, I *will* rattle you." Admittedly, as important as it was to rest, she was just as anxious about Sophie's recovery. Hopefully, sleep would whisk them away to a better morning. 2/2
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There was always a point when Ophelia found it impossible to remain clinical. After all the dozens, hundreds of trials it'd taken to grow even a single functional embryo, she'd reserved her feelings for their sole success. It was harder not to. There was no point in all ... 1/3
ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ (@TheRitcah) profile pictureᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ@TheRitcahAug 19
It would be a lie if Gwenn said she didn't feel that same exhaustion, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. This isn't just tiredness, it's the kind of total exhaustion that seeps into your bones and settles, pulling you down down down until you can't stand anymore. Even... +
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... that trouble if not to love what they'd created in the end, even if it meant fear in times like these. So, Ophelia might list every measurement by every metric, and the odds would still be beaten out by deep-seated hope. "She's strong. And more stubborn than both of ... 2/3
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"... us combined." As she pulled out of the hug, Ophelia reached up to cup Gwenn's face. "The injections are working. We'll know just how well in the morning. Until then, we *both* need to sleep." 3/3
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Ophelia pulled them through the hall, and each step further was easier than the last. The exhaustion was finally bearing down on her. It had been a week of sleepless nights for everyone. Ideally, she'd take the time to eat and bathe before going to bed, but that seemed less ...
ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ (@TheRitcah) profile pictureᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ@TheRitcahAug 19
The past few years have been utterly transformative for Gwenn; she feels almost like a whole new person, if not for the burdens of all of her memories. Nowadays she finds herself lacking the Light and yet capable of so much more than ever before, with people to love and... +
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... likely the closer they were to their room. At least she waited until they crossed the threshold, shut the door, and sighed, before wrapping her arms around Gwenn. Ophelia squeezed her tight. It was all the love, care, and affection she could muster in a single hug.
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Somehow, life had felt simpler when all they had to worry about was the end of the world. "She’s lucky to have you," Ophelia whispered. "Don’t forget that for a moment."
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Once upon a time, the only emotions Gwenn ever mustered were anger, self-hatred, and pity. In hindsight, that wasn't so long ago. Ophelia wiped the tears away with her sleeve, thinking it had never been easier to love Gwenn as she did now. "Just a little bit," she said.
ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ (@TheRitcah) profile pictureᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ@TheRitcahAug 18
Being without the Light has been a nuisance, a constant struggle, and now more than ever Gwenn wishes she had it back, not because it would fix this but because at least then she wouldn't feel as helpless as she does. Even the little things, like having to rely on simple body...+
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Ophelia spared a moment to kiss Sophie's forehead. While she'd been busy as a doctor and a scientist, there'd been no time to be a mother. Even more reason for Gwenn to have been here through it all. Once Gwenn was on her feet, Ophelia entangled their arms so there'd be no ...
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... staying behind. Waiting for them in the hallway was a nurse who'd fill the space in their absence.
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With a gentle hand, Ophelia brushed aside the hair cupping Gwenn's face. Her skin was still fiery to the touch, even if the Light didn't warm her as it once did. Now, disease wasn't just a problem in the villages. What afflicted their daughter was an anomaly, but Gwenn might ...
ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ (@TheRitcah) profile pictureᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴛᴄᴀʜ@TheRitcahAug 18
Once, prayer was a thing of pain, something done with broken glass and a bared soul; every gasp of suffering out of her was a whisper straight into the Traveler's ears. Gwenn's come a long way since those days, and her faith has shifted in that time, so now when she prays... +
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... suffer a common sickness if she wasn't careful. That wouldn't kill her but it would complicate Sophie's care. Ophelia stole Gwenn's hand in her own and held it tight. "I'll have a nurse watch over her. She won't be alone." The room was pitch quiet aside from their voices ...
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... and the raspy breathing Sophie mustered in her sleep. For the time being, the manor was at peace. Everyone was bracing for the next wave. "At least lay down for a few minutes. We'll need all our strength if she has another fit."
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Ophelia found @TheRitcah at their daughter's bedside. There was no more natural place for her to be, sequestered in prayer, hunched beside a dashing pony painted along the headboard. It had been a terrible week. Ophelia was sore everywhere she'd held tension, anxiety pressed ...
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... into her brow. All they knew was that Sophie had stabilized. The worst of her fits had cleared even if she was still raspy and restless. Now, soothed in her sleep, there was nothing left for them to do but wait. Ophelia laid a hand on Gwenn's back, where her hair ...
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... had grown everlong in the years since arriving at the manor. "We need to get some rest," she said, a practiced "we", because Gwenn was easier to convince when it concerned them both.
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