#╭ ⁞ ❏. narrations / ophelia chronsturn.

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

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

[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.”

[historiavn]

OPEN TO ALL MUTUALS AND MUSES.

“Hold on a sec — uh … what year is it?”

[historiavn]

TAMSIN IS KINDA SCARY WHENEVER SHE GIVES HER that look, Ophelia thinks. Thank heavens she has a reasonable explanation for being up at this hour — if she was ACTUALLY in trouble, she’d be totally COOKED.

“I know I shouldn’t be up, but — I couldn’t sleep.” The words spill from her lips before they can be stopped, spoken hastily while she plops down on the chair across from Tamsin. “I experience some crazy shit when I sleep, and I don’t want to do that tonight.”

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insert the MOM look as she looks up from her book at 2 AM.

"take a seat."

OPEN STARTER

[historiavn]

@okeancs sent: ❝ i’ve made my decision. ❞ // From kronos!percy to Ophelia

THE TITAN’S DAUGHTER RAISED A BROW at the Son of Poseidon as these words were spoken, and she tilted her head in an expression of the enormous CURIOSITY which now feasted ravenously upon her soul. Her hands came to rest upon her hips, gaze stubbornly refusing to leave Percy’s own.

            〝     — and your decision is … ?

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“Oh, who would ever want to be king?”

[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.”

[historiavn]

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! )

╰►    SOURCE:      a prompt listed in my askbox tag

“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.”

[historiavn]

@lcstxsculx sent: stop telling me to calm down ! (Jareth for Ophelia)

“Well, it’s kinda hard to have a rational conversation with you when you’re over here freaking the fuck out.” Ophelia snaps, a frustrated huff escaping her lips.

“…I’m sorry.” She then mumbles mere moments later, her face reddening as she glances down at her feet. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just … yeah. I’m not from here. Your world. And yep, it’s just as fucked up as it sounds.”

[historiavn]

OF FUCKING COURSE SHE'D WOUND UP IN THE WORLD OF THE HUNGER GAMES after rewatching those stupid movies while doing homework, and OF FUCKING COURSE she'd be chosen as the female tribute for District Twelve. Go figure. The Fates REALLY seem to like their SILLY LITTLE PARALLELS, huh? Ophelia was LUCKY to not have much trouble with her Games; turns out that there’s a benefit to not having established emotional connections to anyone in her district. Combine that with her MANY YEARS of swordsmanship training, and she’s absolutely golden. Winning the Games was laughably easy.

The problem? Her mentor was none other than one CORIOLANUS SNOW. What could’ve been an immensely EASY SHIFT became COMPLICATED by this simple fact, for now, Ophelia’s frayed and flawed morality left her no recourse but to make things here as INTERESTING as she can. Which means messing with Snow as much as possible — so long as she steers clear of Dr. Gaul, of course. That woman had scared Ophelia SHITLESS during her first time reading Ballad, and even more so now that she’s met her in real life. Ew.

Anyways, being here wasn’t so bad — even with all the killing she’s had to do in the Games. Sure, it wasn’t very fun to have to bite her tongue and conceal the sheer extent of knowledge she had about all the TOTALITARIAN shit Panem was doing to the districts, but now that Ophelia’s won the games, MAYBE she can drop some hints to her mentor that she knows more about him and Panem than he can possibly imagine.

So, she settles down in the chair across from Snow, eyeing him with a blend of WARINESS and CURIOSITY present in her gaze. The eighteen year old shrugs in response to the query, strangely NONCHALANT in the aftermath of something that would have left most folks BROKEN.

“They have.” Ophelia confirms with a nod. “The process was quite smooth — I’ve dealt with much worse before than the injuries I sustained during the Games, so it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. How are you doing, Mr. Snow?”

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The room was sterile—an undeniable improvement from the haphazard chaos of last year. There was a deliberate shift in focus now, a subtle but pointed elevation of the tributes' presence. Previously, they had been crammed into outdoor viewing cages—ghastly little pens where anyone could meander over and ogle the children, gawking at them as if they were exhibits in a tawdry zoo. It had been distasteful. Embarrassingly so.

Now, however, the setting had taken on a more refined veneer, one befitting the Capitol’s grandeur and benevolence. The tributes were no longer simply observed—they were displayed, celebrated in a manner that underscored the Capitol’s infinite generosity. Even those from the farthest districts, the most desolate corners of Panem, were treated with an extravagant grace that only the Capitol could provide.

And yet, the spectacle had drawn to a close. The victor had emerged. Soon, she would be paraded through the streets, a beacon of triumph and survival. A potent reminder of what the Games symbolized. Afterward, she would return to the place she called home—unless, of course, she chose to remain in the Capitol. That, Coriolanus thought, might be an idea worth cultivating. He reached for the small leather-bound booklet he always carried, jotting the thought down with a practiced hand. If some victors elected to stay in the Capitol—living proof of its unparalleled superiority—it could soften the sting of their actions during the Games. If they were not haunted, not bitter, why should anyone else be?

The faint click of the door behind him pulled him from his musings. She entered, flanked by two guards who remained stationed outside as the door shut with a quiet finality. Coriolanus remained seated, poised and composed, gesturing for her to take the chair across from him.

“We need to go through your obligations now that the Games are over,” he said smoothly, his tone both commanding and polite. “Please, sit.”

Before her lay the document he had meticulously prepared—a contract of sorts, detailing every appearance, every duty she would fulfill before she was permitted to return to her district. He glanced at her briefly, assessing her state.

“Have all the wounds healed?” he inquired, his voice carrying a note of feigned concern.

historiavn asked: [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 + reverse ] : Ophelia is being held as captive by Coriolanus Snow.

[historiavn]

@azurethra sent: Sneaky to sneak away from a gathering to have sex with my muse. (For Julius and Ophelia)

“Quite bold of us to sneak away from a party held in your honor, eh?” Ophelia grins at Julius as she plops herself down on the edge of his bed, already fully undressed and WAITING for him to have his way with her.

        “Oh, well. You won’t catch me complaining about this, at all. I’m quite happy to celebrate your accomplishments with you by letting you do what you desire to me.”

[historiavn]

@muchmorethanmuses sent: ❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜ // Gellert for Ophelia

“Yeah; I know.” Ophelia deadpanned, her SMARTASS attitude overcoming her desire to be SMART and play it SAFE with the guy who’s trying to take over the Wizarding World. “But I kinda have to; otherwise, the Fates—” Here, she gestured toward the sky. “—will get all pissy with me for mentioning shit that I shouldn’t be yapping to people from other worlds about.“

“But anyways, yep! I’m not from here, and your world isn’t real in my world. As in, like, it’s fictional.” Because apparently she can say the word fictional to a fictional character but not the word curse. Make it make sense, Fates!

[historiavn]

@staticbrajn sent: “ look, i can’t watch all those cheesy sci-fi flicks and then ignore the possibility that people can travel through time. “ ( ryan to ophelia )

“Oh, it’s more than a possibility, Ryan — it’s a real thing, and a hell of a lot more trouble than it’s worth.” Ophelia complained with a huff, slouching against her chair. “Take it from someone whose family has super secret generational trauma similar to it; time travel isn’t fun for anyone involved.”

“Like — there’s the time that I got buried alive in a bunch of volcanic ash when Pompeii erupted, and that time where I tried to stop the assassination of Julius Caesar, and that time where I died on the Titanic, and … well, you get the idea. Time travel? Not fun. Nope. Not at all. It’s a possibility that shouldn’t be a possibility to begin with, ‘cause it’s fucking traumatizing.”

Okay, MAYBE spilling the beans about the Chronsturn Curse this early on in the process of befriending Ryan was a stupid move. But hey — perhaps it’s better for Ryan to learn about the Curse first, as opposed to Shane.

[historiavn]

@meaningful-negativity sent: ❛ I’m captivated by you. ❜ (Stephen & Ophelia)

WERE IT LITERALLY ANYBODY ELSE, Ophelia would’ve classified this as SIMP BEHAVIOR; but it’s Stephen. So she’s left blushing furiously, her insides suddenly infested by BUTTERFLIES as his words settle over her like a blanket.

“I’m, uh—” She stammers out, while internally cursing the fact that Stephen was always able to turn her into a blushing mess. Damn the soulmate bond. “I’m pretty captivated by you, too.”