#╭ ⁞ ❏. narrations / ophelia chronsturn.

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“All along there’s been an invisible string tying you to me.”

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ADJUSTING TO HER NEWFOUND IDENTITY AS A DEMIGOD OF UNKNOWN PARENTAGE has been a HERCULEAN TASK, but Ophelia has somehow managed to do just fine nevertheless. After all, the kids in the Hermes cabin had welcomed her with open — albeit wary — arms despite her status as an unusually old new arrival, and she’d taken to her training like a fish to water. All in all, it was the best possible outcome for a very shitty situation.

                               Happy to find a familiar face while wandering the property of camp, Ophelia plopped down on the soft grass next to Annabeth, setting a book of her own atop her lap. Her bright blue eyes survey the child of Athena curiously before she nods, letting out a soft hum of acknowledgement.

“Yep!” She responds, her back settling against the tree whilst she speaks. “I was wondering — are weird dreams a demigod thing? I usually shift at night because of my curse and all that jazz, but last night I had some hella crazy nightmares instead for the first time in years. Is that normal for us demigods?” Annabeth seems like the type of person who would know.

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annabeth is sitting under the shade of a tree, a book in her lap. it's odd that she finds herself unable to read, too lost in her own thoughts to even focus on the words on the page. she's looking, but she isn't processing. a part of her almost wants to put the book down and curl into a ball and cry, but her body doesn't let her, her mind running through a million different scenarios before it can even think about settling on something long enough to focus on it.

she doesn't notice someone approaching her until they're close by, and she blinks into focus. she sets her book down on the grass and stretches, glancing aside to see if it's percy. to her surprise, it's not, but she isn't perturbed by it. "ophelia, were you looking for me?"

[historiavn]

@godstrayed sent: ❛ Family defines you, even if it demands sacrifice. ❜ (Kylo)

OPHELIA SHOOK HER HEAD, resting her hands on her hips whilst STUBBORNNESS took hold of her heart.

“With all due respect, I call bullshit — and that’s coming from someone who’s been through a crap ton of incredibly fucked up things because of her family.” Her response was indeed BLUNT, but not without empathy; a deep UNDERSTANDING shone in her eyes, for indeed, Ophelia understood this plight better than most. “If my family defined me, I wouldn’t even be trying to break this damn cycle of generational trauma that began more than two thousand years ago. Family doesn’t define you, it just influences you. You define yourself.”

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“Oh, who would ever want to be king?”

[historiavn]

OPEN STARTER

MUSE: Ophelia Chronsturn

UNIVERSE: Any; Historical / Period Dramas Preferred

WANTED DYNAMIC: Any

OPEN TO: All Genders / Mutuals Only

OPHELIA BLINKED, confusion and unease flickering simultaneously across her porcelain features.

“Wait … what year is it right now?”

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SHE’S VISITED COUNTLESS FANTASTICAL REALMS AND ALTERNATE DIMENSIONS due to the curse, but not once has she ever visited an AFTERLIFE! It was only La Muerte’s voice which could startle Ophelia from her awe, and Ophelia jumped slightly as she whirled around to face the legendary death goddess.

              “Oh—!” This exclamation left Ophelia’s lips before it could be suppressed amidst wide eyes and parted lips. “—uh, yeah, I’m not from here at all. I’m just passing through here, I think.” She shrugged, before continuing to speak. “It’s gotta be something like that, because I’m pretty sure I’m still alive.”

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"Something tells me you're not from around here." A voice said. Suddenly La Muerte herself appeared beside Opelia. Even though she towered over her, only Opehlia would be able to see the death goddess in her semi-transparent state.

"--This dimension, I mean."

[historiavn]

@godstrayed sent: ❝  name one hero who was happy — you can’t.  ❞ (patroclus)

OPHELIA’S HEART BROKE UPON HEARING these words. She’s seen them before — many times, in fact, whilst familiarizing herself with the unfortunate tragedy of this myth turned reality. The Chronsturn Curse would ensure that any of her attempts to CHANGE HISTORY were FUTILE, but she wouldn’t be able to live with herself in the waking world if she didn’t try to do something.

  “That’s a rather generalizing and damning claim you’ve made there, my good sir.” She pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest. “Many in my time regard you as a hero — why not seek happiness and prove yourself wrong? Don’t condemn yourself to a life of unhappiness just because of the traditions established by your predecessors.”

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OPHELIA STARED AT PERCY uncomprehendingly, struggling to process the conversation at hand. Even amidst all that she had experienced because of the CHRONSTURN CURSE, this situation seemed way too bizarre to be true.

“Wait—” When Ophelia finally did speak after a silence so long that she feared she’d forgotten how, the word came out as a guttural squeak. “Are you…” She paused and took a deep breath, struggling to calm her racing heart. “…are you saying that the gods are real? Like, the Greek gods?”

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[historiavn]

          @clairelilcorner    said;         ❛ You were never a saint. ❜ ( prince hans / anyone! )

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“I never said I was.” Ophelia countered, pinning the prince to the nearby wall with her piercing gaze whilst she spoke.

“In fact, the concept of any Chronsturn being deemed worthy of sainthood is utterly laughable. Both I and my entire family have angered the gods a thousand times too many.”

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BOLD OF HIM TO ASK HER IF SHE HAD ANY IDEA WHAT she was doing here. Ever the type of person to go with the flow of her STUPIDLY CHAOTIC life, most of the time she had absolutely no fucking clue what was going on — especially now that whole ass MONSTERS from literal MYTHOLOGY were attacking her on a regular basis. Sure, she already followed polytheistic mythology as a practitioner of witchcraft, but all this stuff was batshit insane nevertheless. Ophelia shrugged in response to Carter’s question, her hands coming to rest casually upon her hips.

“Looking for help.” Ophelia responded bluntly. “The name’s Ophelia, by the way — Ophelia Chronsturn. Chiron from Camp Half Blood might’ve reached out to you about me a couple of weeks ago; he told me that you magicians might know a thing or two about families with curs—” Despite the fact that this was her ORIGINAL REALITY and she couldn’t jinx herself out of existence here, Ophelia still cut herself off before uttering the dreadful word CURSE out of habit. Ha! Not today, Satan! “—erm, well, families with … generational problems.”

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@historiavn liked for a starter with Carter Kane feat Ophelia !

Demigods are something he is still getting used to. In a world where Egyptian gods truly existed, it never occurred to Carter that the same would also apply to the other mythologies of pantheons. Carter Kane is not a demigod but he comes from a magical and royal bloodline. He might not be the son of a god but the blood of the pharaoh runs through his veins ( Carter is as powerful as a demigod ). The woman in front of him, he couldn’t tell which greek god or goddess is her parent but there was something about her — and Carter couldn’t quite tell what it is. “ So uh— what did you say you were doing here again ? ”

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        “I know I’m meant for something else, but first I’ve gotta find myself.”

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@alootus sent: the ones we love have the power to inflict the greatest scars. / for ophelia !

❝ They do, and it fucking sucks. ❞ Ophelia grumbled in a manner reminiscent of a petulant child, a frustrated huff escaping her lips amidst sagging shoulders.

  ❝ See, the whole reason that I’m in this absolute hot mess of a situation is because of my ancestor, this weird fellow named Socrates. He enjoyed yapping about philosophy so much that he ended up pissing off the wrong person — and well, now I’m here, in a world that’s completely different from my own. ❞

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          @noblehcart      said;       ❝ you have no idea what it is to have one’s entire life reduced to a single moment. ❞ ( via @ourleningrd @ ophelia)

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OPHELIA SWALLOWED HER INDIGNATION at this INACCURATE ASSUMPTION, tightening her control over her own emotions while pinning Gleb to the nearby wall with a gaze that pierced the depths of his very SOUL.

     “On the contrary, Vaganov—” Not Gleb, not Comrade, and CERTAINLY not Deputy Commissioner. “—I know a lot more about what that’s like than you think I do.” These words were all spoken in a MILD tone, but deadly calm lingered beneath the surface nevertheless. For the heiress of this unfortunate CURSED FAMILY, this subject was a sore topic.

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               ˜”*°•.        ❝ I also thought I had potions class, but Professor Sharp canceled at the last minute. ❞ Ophelia shrugged — a behavior which was incredibly unbecoming of a PUREBLOOD HEIRESS such as herself — whilst she spoke. No deception was afoot here; much to Ophelia’s relief, Professor Sharp had genuinely canceled potions.

❝ I was going to go study in the library for a bit. You’re welcome to join me, if you want — unless you have any better ideas for ways we can fill this time. ❞

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                   ˜”*°•.        ❝ I  thought  you  had  potions  class . ❞   A  touch  of  innocent  curiosity  dressed  his  question  -  maybe  he  did  have  potions  class,  too.  Did  that  mean  that  either  of  them  was  anywhere  near  the  class,  though  ? 

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[historiavn]

      @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins   said;     well, sounds vaguely ominous. ( Robert Rogers @ Ophelia? Maybe? Or Celeste?)

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Ophelia hadn’t exactly made the SMARTEST choices throughout her many lifetimes, but still — vaguely threatening Robert Rogers? WHAT ON EARTH WAS SHE THINKING? Inwardly cursing her own recklessness, the young woman’s hands rest on her hips, blue eyes narrowing into a stern glare. There’s no turning back; she made the threat, so now she had to DOUBLE DOWN on her words.

      ❝ You will find, my good sir, that I excel at the art of being vaguely ominous. ❞ Ophelia responded tersely, her gaze LOCKED upon her unexpected companion. ❝ I daresay that you will also find that I am not afraid to physically defend myself if necessary. ❞

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OPHELIA’S BREATH CAUGHT IN HER throat as Rowena blessed her with her gentle touch, a crimson blush creeping over porcelain cheeks despite the desperate effort to keep it contained. Hazel eyes flickered upward to meet her mentor’s own, and Ophelia offered her a hesitant, shy smile It’s STRANGE for another’s presence to make Ophelia feel so warm, but she wouldn’t complain. She could get used to this.

“You, uh — you look quite lovely tonight.”

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@historiavn asked: [  chin  + reverse ]  Rowena  lifts  Ophelia’s  chin

It was a gentle gesture. One to reassure Ophelia that she was safe and cared for. Rowena took to her very quickly, immediately wanting to guide her. But, there were other things that began to flourish within the witch, things she hadn’t felt for another in a long time, and she hadn’t been able to fully understand it.

But standing here, beneath the starry sky with the light of the moon kissing Ophelia’s skin in a soft, almost luminescent glow… Rowena was starting to understand.