#int: ophelia

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb (selective with f) | plot: your muse, who usually ditches fundraising galas ophelia throws has shown up to one and she is intrigued. | any connection welcome! taboo or not! give me a subtle enemies vibe and i'll love you forever. | please read rules before interacting. | can be supernatural or not, lmk. }

"look, i know you were invited to this event but... you and i both know you aren't the type to come to these things so why are you here?" ophelia questioned, having approached them the second she spotted them moving around the gala. she loved having more people attend her events but not when it was completely out of character.

[blcssom]

"mmhm....." he may have been withholding his release but certainly not without effort. he wasn't quite sure he did trust her, if he were completely honest with himself, but it didn't matter when levi was committed to his own pleasure. his own face was buried in her shoulder, fingertips gripping her so tight he was sure to leave bruises along soft, pale, skin, but all he could focus on was the way she sank down lower onto his cock and prompted another whimper to fall from his lips. "i-i don't know, baby— i'm not sure i can...... oh, fuck—" his head fell back, cock throbbing inside of her as her walls fluttered around his length. the feeling of her lips trailing up and down his neck did distract him, though, and eventually his hands slid down her back to cup beneath her ass, guiding her up and down slowly as his breath came out in heavy pants against her skin. "you feel so fucking incredible, oh my god—-"

had it not been for her influence, levi would've become too overwhelmed and lost control the moment he slipped inside her, but instead she'd gotten him into a lax enough state to handle the feeling, at least for now. "see?" she couldn't help but taunt him, cocking her head to the side and fluttering her lashes. "didn't i tell you to trust me?" initially she'd figured it would be her who would be in charge of pushing for more, but ophelia didn't even have to goad him into sinking deeper like she'd thought she would. pious or not, at the end of the day he was still just a man, and men would always be slaves to their own bodily desires. "that's perfect, baby," she assured him, kissing from his cheek across to his ear. "but you can take a little more... you're doing so good." with no way of knowing whether that was true or not, she only had a limited amount of time to enjoy herself before he eventually reached his limit, so she didn't wait for permission before she lowered to swallow another inch. her face was buried in the crook of his neck as she raised her hips until he nearly slipped out, kissing and humming against his soft skin to distract him from the way she'd begun to slowly bounce on him. she'd still yet to sink down all the way, so they weren't properly fucking, but they weren't not fucking either.

[brckensociety]

tag drop | ophelia sunter

[royaltysimblr]

Ophelia of Lausanne, Queen of Windenburg (1620-1673) - Part 8 - Captivity & James' Execution

James and Ophelia were taken to Windenburg where they stayed at the Palace of Verdun, closely monitored by Parliament. Ophelia’s youngest children, who she hadn’t seen in three years, were put in the custody of Lady Eugenia Lollard, daughter of the Revolutionary Earl of Litchfield. Ophelia was allowed to send letters to Prince George and Princess Sophie during her confinement. Ophelia and James remained hopeful that they would be liberated. Prince James had been in Almeria convincing his brother-in-law to help reclaim their throne. Royalist insurrections erupted in Coventry, Devonshire, and Glencraig, with a large peasant revolt beginning int he Isle. The Revolutionary Soldiers began rebelling against Parliament when they failed to pay them. Under the Earl of Kentwood, the Victorian Lords started to invade Witham and Courland in September of 1658. 

On October 6th, the Duke of Dartmouth issued a warrant charging the King for treason. The country was in shock, as a King had never been charged before. James was taken from captivity at Verdun Palace and was transferred to Hertford Castle. Ophelia wept the whole time as the guards took James away from her. After a month of trials, Parliament found James guilty of killing 200,000 people and instigating insurrections across the country. James was scheduled to be executed on November 16th. On November 14th, Ophelia, George, and Sophie were permitted to visit James for the last time. James was executed in front of the Palace of Verdun at 4 PM on November 16th, 1658, with Ophelia watching from inside. Ophelia fainted at the sight of her husband’s death. 

Following his execution, James’s head was paraded around the city with the people chanting and singing in the streets. Despite her grief, Ophelia managed to escape the city during this time of celebration. Ophelia, along with Paulina Charleston, Cecelia Bentwick, and Henrietta Burghley, and her ladies-maid escaped the city with assistance from the servants at the Palace. The Queen reportedly crawled through the sewers along with her ladies-in-waiting. After climbing through the sewers, the Queen and her party traveled on the carriage to the docks incognito where they sailed for Brichester. The Queen’s chamberlain, Sir Peter Thompson traveled to Glencraig and smuggled Prince George and Princess Sophie to Brichester. On November 20th, Ophelia arrived at Brichester where she reunited with all of her children aside from Louise. Ophelia reportedly fell into the arms of her children upon embracing them and began crying uncontrollably. 

[valentinahogdahlholm]

Ophelia Stained glass windoes Skin bathed in colour, White dress, Like an angel, Like a bride.

Floating on the church pew Still expression, No breath seems to pass the perfect lips "She con't be real" Some mythological creature they call her.

O Ophelia, white lily to bury her Throw flowers.

Not on her bridal bed.

Wet dress, soaked by tears. Heavy and sighing.

O Ophelia, white lily.

My hands, soft petals, never done no wrong, Caressing the woulds, Blood called secondary,

While I press, Deeper, Right over her lap, Secondary I was.

Stories so grand I started believing them. Washed dressed, salt tears, Scrubbing the dried blood.

Taste of iron, if you kiss my skin Another proof of my goodness I argue, Still stained hands, Not able to scrub it off.

//

Ofelia

Blyinfattade förutser, Huden badad i färg, Vit skrud, Som en ängel. Som en brud

Flytandes på kyrkbänken, Stilla uttryck. Inga andetag verkar passera de perfekta läpparna. ”Hon kan inte vara verklig”, Någon mytologisk varelse utropar man henne

O Ofelia, vit lilja att begrava henne, Strö blommor. 

Inte på hennes brudsänd

Våt skrud, blöt av tårar. Tyngd och suckande. 

O Ofelia, vita lilja. 

Mina händer, släta blaf som aldrig gjort nået ont, Smeker såren. Blodet kallas sekundärt, 

Medan jag trucker, Allt djupare, Rätt över skötet. Sekundärt lvar jag. Sägner så stora att jag tror påa dem. Tvättad skrud av salta tårar, Skrubbar ur det torkade blodet 

Smaken av järn, om du kysser min hud. Ett bevis på min godhet menar jag. Ännu fläckade händer, Går ej att skrubba av. 

[eliapson]

Ophelia se llevó una mano al pecho, fingiendo dramatismo. "¿San Archie? ¡Yo no tengo hermanos favoritos! O sí, lo son todos, pero de mi boca jamás saldrá otra cosa." Soltó una carcajada, claramente disfrutando la broma. Sus ojos chispearon de ternura al escuchar el cumplido, y una sonrisa genuina apareció en sus labios. "¿Pelirroja bonita? Por favor, hazme un favor y di eso frente a un espejo porque te ganarías el título tú misma pero de rubia. Gracias. Por un momento pensé que no te había gustado y ya me iba a poner a llorar." Su expresión se tornó juguetonamente inquisitiva al escuchar la pregunta sobre el cambio de color. "¿El cabello? Bueno, ¿quién no necesita un poco de caos controlado en su vida? Aunque admito que fue más un '¿y si lo intento?' que una epifanía trascendental." Encogió los hombros con aire despreocupado, pero su sonrisa traicionaba un toque de picardía. "Supongo que necesitaba algo que gritara renovación, y bueno, el cabello era menos complicado que mudarme a otro continente." Cuando su hermana le devolvió la pregunta, Ophelia alzó las cejas con sorpresa. "¿Normal? ¡Normalmente no me interesa lo normal! Pero en este caso... quizá sí hubo un pequeño impulso emocional. Tal vez fue un 'empiezo el año siendo otra persona', ya sabes, ese tipo de pensamiento profundo de las tres de la mañana. O tal vez otra cosa. Te lo diré si somos de las primeras diez en llegar a la salida." Mientras caminaban juntas, su atención se desvió hacia la confesión de la mayor, y su risa suave regresó. "¿Tú? ¿Dejando de salir los viernes? Wow, eso es un giro inesperado. ¿La responsable y dedicada hermana mayor finalmente se entrega al sistema? Aunque, bueno, algo te está reteniendo hasta tarde en la oficina. ¿Debería empezar a preocuparme? ¿O es un abogado guapo el que tiene algo que ver con esta nueva responsabilidad?" preguntó, con una sonrisa traviesa que delataba su intención de obtener más detalles. "Sea lo que sea, estoy impresionada. Estás logrando un equilibrio que muchas personas ni sueñan. Aunque... deberíamos tener una noche solo para nosotras pronto. Necesitamos un descanso del 'adulting', ¿no crees?"

Carcajada abandona sus labios "¡Ah! San Archie sí te lo dijo ¿Ahora es tu hermano favorito?" Bromea con evidente diversión en cada una de sus palabras y luego niega "¡Te ves hermosa! Yo jamás, jamás, jamás había visto una pelirroja tan bonita en mi vida" Halaga finalmente, desborde de sinceridad acompañando cada una de sus palabras y en su mirada cierto brillo que siempre estaba reservado únicamente para sus hermanos "¿Qué incitó ese cambio? Porque yo pensé que jamás en la vida te ibas atrever a tocar tu sagrado cabello dorado" Curiosea arqueando una ceja con evidente interés en lo que había estado sucediendo en la vida de la menor "Pero me gusta, es diferente y arriesgado y bonito y te da una vibra hermosa como tú" Continúa "Aunque siempre has tenido esa vibra" Añade permitiendo que una amplia sonrisa se extendiera en su rostro, le agradaba ver a su hermana tomar riesgos, incluso cuando solamente se tratase del cabello. "¿Normal?" Sigue cuestionando "¡Vamos! Tiene que haber algo más, no haces cambios radicales en el cabello solo porque si" Continúa esperando poder conseguir algo de información adicional sobre la vida de Ophelia. "Claro que me la he pasado increíble" Responde "Sabes que soy como la película, tengo treinta soy coqueta y próspera" Bromea alzando sus cejas repetidas veces mientras caminaba junto a su interlocutora "Pero te debo admitir que he estado siendo más responsable, hasta he dejado de salir los viernes por culpa del trabajo" Menciona aquello como si fuese un logro que en su caso sí lo era, significaba que de alguna forma la familia y el negocio de la misma estaba tomando mayor relevancia en su vida y no consideraba que fuese algo malo, o tal vez era el pequeño 'romance' que estaba viviendo con uno de los abogados de la firma que la motivaba a quedarse hasta largas horas, sin embargo ese minúsculo detalle lo reserva para si misma "Sorprendente ¿no?" Bromea.

[ladyloki234]

The Princess and the Wolf (Loki X OC Love Story)

By LadyLoki234

Chapter One

Once upon a time, there lived a King and his fair Queen who were blessed with four beautiful daughters whose names were Cassandra, Penelope, Katherine, and their youngest daughter Ophelia. The four princesses were each born with extortionary gifts, Cassandra the eldest possessed the gift of speaking with animals. Penelope the second oldest was possessed with the gift of healing giving her the power to heal the sick and injured Katherine the middle child was granted with the gift of understanding and seeing illnesses. Lastly, Ophelia the youngest daughter was blessed with the gift of using her voice to sing. The daughters were beloved by all the people in their kingdom, but it was Princess Ophelia who was adored by all who heard her beautiful voice.

For many years the King and his Queen ruled their kingdom in peace, and the princesses used their gifts to help all who were in need. Cassandra made sure that all the animals lived within the forests and ensured their safety. Penelope and Katherine attended to the sick and injured in the castle infirmary and used their abilities as best as they could. Ophelia would spend her days out walking through the forest admiring the beauty of nature, she comes across a small pond sits on top of a medium-sized rock, and sings to herself.

Vargen ylar i nattens skog

(The wolf is howling in the forest of the night)

Han vill men kan inte sova

(He wants to, but cannot sleep)

Hungern river i hans varga buk

(The hunger tears his wolven stomach)

Och det är kallt i hans stova

(And it’s cold in his burrow)

Du varg du varg, kom inte hit

(Wolf, wolf, don’t you come here)

Ungen min får du aldrig

( I will never let you take my child)

Vargen ylar i nattens skog

(The wolf is howling in the forest of the night)

Ylar av hunger o klagar

(Howling out of hunger and moaning)

Men jag ska ge’n en grisa svans

(But I will give him a pigtail)

Sånt passar i varga magar

(Which suits a wolven stomach)

Du varg du varg, kom inte hit

(Wolf, wolf, don’t you come here)

Ungen min får du aldrig

( I will never let you take my child)

But little did she know that she was being watched from the shadows of the forest, suddenly the princess heard the sound of a twig breaking, and she looked around trying to figure out where the sound came from. She was still sitting on top of the rock as she kept wandering on what was in the forest with her, then she spotted a pair of glowing green eyes from behind some bushes, then there was a low growling sound, the princess picked up a large branch that was on the ground and holds it in both of her hands to defend herself with.

Slowly a large black wolf emerges from the bushes and begins to approach her, the princess is scared at first as the wolf comes closer to her. The wolf was not like all the wolves that run freely in the forests, this wolf was as tall as a horse with jet black fur with a little sliver under his neck and chest, and his eyes were like the color of emeralds. Ophelia closed her eyes afraid to meet the wolf’s gaze, then there was silence Ophelia slowly opened her eyes and saw that the large wolf was lying there with its head still up with its green eyes still fixed upon her, she didn’t see that the wolf was aggressive in any way but noticed that the wolf wasn’t going to hurt her, she slowly puts the branch down onto the ground and slowly climbs down off of the rock, the wolf didn’t move from its spot as Ophelia slowly approaches him, The wolf laid there still as he watched her walking closer towards him.

Ophelia had never seen a wolf that was twice as big as any of the normal-sized ones that roam around the forests during the night, but this wolf was out in broad daylight and there were no other wolves to be seen, she guessed that he must have been a lone wolf who didn’t have a pack of his own.

As she was a couple of feet from him the wolf stood up from the ground standing right in front of her, Ophelia stopped in her tracks as she saw the wolf getting up off of the ground and standing there not moving an inch. The wolf stopped in front of Ophelia looking straight into her eyes, the wolf lens its head down closer to her, Ophelia stood completely still as the wolf started sniffing her, Ophelia’s body froze as the wolf was taking in her scent, soon the wolf looks back at her again then shortly after the wolf started licking her face. Ophelia laughed softly as the wolf continued licking her face, she held her hands up and placed them on the sides of the wolf’s face.

The wolf stops licking her and starts rubbing its head against her chest, Ophelia smiles taking one of her hands and running her fingers through his soft black fur.

“You’re not like all the wolves that live in this forest, you seem like you are very gentle and tamed.” She says to the wolf as she continues to pet his head running her fingers through his ebony-black fury. Ophelia sits down on the ground then the wolf dose the same lying down beside her the lays its head down on top of her lap. She softly smiles at the wolf as she runs her hand and fingers through its fury, she remembered her older sister Cassandra that not all wolves are vicious but treated with kindness and respect they can be a fine companion. As the hours passed Ophelia could see that the sun was starting to set.

" Oh my, I didn't realize that it was getting late." She says. The wolf gets up to let her up, Ophelia dusts off the dirt off of herself as she stood up, she looks back at the wolf and walks up a little closer to him. The wolf looks at her with his emerald green eyes, Ophelia then noticed that the wolves eyes didn't seem to be animal but appeared to more like human eyes. "I don't know why but your eyes are more human then animal" she says to the wolf as she stood close to him. "It's because..I'm not a wolf" The wolf spoke for the first time. Ophelia's eyes widened and took a step back away from him

"Y..You can speak, but how is this possible?" she asked.

"Please don't be afraid my lady, I will tell you of how I came be to like this." The wolf says to her in a soft tone. Ophelia nodded her head and listened to him.

"My name is Loki, Prince of Asgard son of Odin Allfather and Queen Frigga and brother of Thor." He then bows his head to her. Ophelia also bowed her head back in return. Loki counties to explain to Ophelia of why he was cursed as a wolf.

"Years ago a Sorceress came to Asgard and stood before Odin, mother Frigga, my brother and myself."

"What did she want?" Ophelia asked

"She told Odin that if he return what belongs to her she would punish Odin by placing a curse on the eldest son."

"She was going to curse your brother Thor?" Ophelia asked. Loki nodded his head then continues the rest of the story.

"Odin refused to return what belong to the Sorceress, and then the witch became angry, just as she was casted the cruse I pushed Thor out of the way and the curse was placed upon me instead, and I was transformed into the wolf you now see before you." Loki lowers his head sadly with his eyes closed. Ophelia walks up in front of Loki taking her hand and places it gently on top of his head.

"You saved your brother's life, that was a very brave thing that you did. I would have done the same for my sisters." She sees Loki lift up his head looking back at her once again. Loki steps closer to her then places his head over her shoulder as if he was gently embracing her, Ophelia softly smiles wrapping her arms around the back of his neck hugging him back with half of her face buried in his soft black fur. As they embraced each other Ophelia and Loki pull away and staired into each others eyes.

"What is your name my lady?" Loki asked.

"Ophelia, Princess Ophelia." She answers.

"It is an honor to meet you lovely Princess." He says as he bowed his head then looks back up at her. "May I ask you something Princess, while I was walking through the forest I heard the sound of someone singing, was it you?"Loki asked her to see if it was true.

Ophelia nods her head and gave him a shy smile. "Yes, it was me. My three older sisters and myself were born with different abelites." She explains to him.

"What kind of abelites do you and your sisters have?" Loki asked as he sat down and listens.

"My older sister Cassandra cane speak to animals. My second sister Penelope can heal people. And my third sister Katherine can understand and seeing illness."

"And you my dear, I may guess that yours most be your voice?" Loki asked her hoping that he had guessed right. Ophelia softly smiled "Your guess is indeed correct Prince Loki, I was gifted with the ability to sing." Loki sits back up and walks toward Ophelia then he lays down onto the ground and gestures his head towards his back.

"Climb on my back, I'll take you back home before it gets dark." He says as he offered to take her back home. Ophelia climbs onto his back, Loki slowly stands up then turns his head towards her.

"Hold on tight Princess." Ophelia nods and gently holds on to him as he sprints off out of the forest to return the princess safely back home to her father's castle.

After a few hours passed Loki had br ought Ophelia safely back to her home, but Loki couldn't go any farther, he lowers himself down onto the ground to let Ophelia off of his back. The princess looks back at Loki as he stood back up on his feet.

"This is were I leave you young princess, I cannot go any further." He says to her with a sad tone in his voice. Loki didn't like the thought of leaving his newly found friend but he knew that he must. Ophelia walks over towards Loki and looked sadly into his eyes.

"Will I see you again Loki?" she asks as she stood in front of him. Deep down in her heart Ophelia felt a deep connection towards Loki even though she had just met him, but after spending sometime with in in the forest she already felt safe around him. Loki steps closer towards Ophelia and gently nuzzles the side of her cheek with his snout as if he was comforting her.

"I will always be around whenever you need me my dear princess, if you are ever in the forest again and wish for me to come, I'll be listening for your beautiful voice so that I know that it is you." Ophelia wraps her arms around the back of Loki's neck and gives him one more hug before saying goodbye. She pulls away looking at him and strokes his cheek with her hand.

"I'll never forget you Loki, you're the only friend I've ever met, and I'll miss you." Loki leans into her touch and closes his eyes. "And I will miss you as well dear one, and I'll never forget you either." As they said their goodbyes Ophelia watched as Loki runs off back to the forest, but before he entered the forest Loki turned back around looking towards where Ophelia was still standing, he raises his head up and lets out a howl as if he was saying to her "Farewell my dear princess" then he disappears into the night back into the forest. As Loki vanished back into the forest Ophelia quietly went back inside the castle and walked back into her room. As she was in her room Ophelia walks over towards her window and looks out towards the distance. She hears a howl coming from deep within the forest, somehow she knew that it must have been Loki, she smiles softly to herself as she was about to walk away from her window "Goodnight Loki, my dear friend." She walks over to her bed lays down covering herself up with her blanket closes her eyes and falls into a deep sleep. As she fell into a deep sleep Ophelia found herself laying in a flowerbed with red and white roses, she slowly lifts herself up looking around noticing that she was in a meadow which was the same meadow were she had met Loki in the form of a giant black wolf. She felt at peace as she admired the roses that were all around her, she was careful not to touch the thorns that were on the steams of the flowers, she brings the rose up to her nose and took in the rose's scent.

"I see you're enjoying yourself my lady." A familiar voice comes from the other side of the trees, Ophelia turns around quickly to see who it was, at first there was nothing but then a shadowy figure steps out from behind one of the trees. A man walks out dressed in black green and gold clothing with an emerald green cloak draped around his shoulders, upon his head was a gold helmet with horns. Ophelia sees him approaching her, she slowly takes a step back

"Don't be afraid my princess, I mean you no harm I could never bring myself to harm you my dear." He says in a soft tone as he steps closer to her. They both stood there staring face to face, Ophelia's heart was racing fast in her chest as she looked at the man that stood before her. He reaches out one of his hands moving it towards her cheek, Ophelia remained still as he gently placing his hand upon her cheek, Ophelia's eyes close for a moment then opens them again.

"It's me Ophelia, don't you recognize me?" He asks her in a calm voice. Ophelia looks deeper into his eyes raising her right hand gently pressing her palm against his cheek, then it struck her a smile appears on her face as she finally knew who this man was.

"L..Loki? she as in a soft voice. Loki smiled and softly nods his head.

"Yes my dear princess, now you see as I truly am, but only if it's in your dreams." He leans in his into Ophelia's hand and places a soft kiss into her palm. She always wondered of what Loki was really like in his true form and now she finally knew even if she could only see him like this in her dreams, but it didn't matter to her, either in reality or in her dreams she could still see Loki whenever she had the chance.

"Is that the only way I can see you like this in my dreams?" She asked. Loki softly smiles and gently pulls her into a warm embrace. Ophelia's heart skipped a beat as Loki held her in his arms, then she wraps her arms around him and lays her head against his chest.

"Yes dear one, but even when you wake up in the morning you could always come and visit me whenever you want, even if I'm in the form of a wolf." Loki gently runs his hand on her head and tenderly runs his fingers through her hair as he held her close to him. Ophelia lifts her head up and meets his gaze, her eyes soften as their eyes meet once again, she couldn't help but feeling safe around him either if he's a human or a wolf. Loki's expression changes, Ophelia noticed that he looked sad, she places her hand under his chin and gently lifts up his head so that he was facing her.

"What's wrong?" she asked in a worried tone.

"It'll be morning soon, though I wish it wouldn't come just yet, because I very much enjoy our time that we have together." Loki takes his hand and softly caresses Ophelia's cheek. She places her hand on top of his and leans into his touch one last time.

"I enjoy spending time with you as well Loki, you're the only friend that I'll ever have and I'm glad that I met you." Loki smiles softly at her, he felt happy that he'd met someone who has accepted as who he was, this truly made him feel very warm inside and his heart was beating with joy, for he knew that this was the first time that he had ever felt this way about anyone until he had met her, something deep inside him was telling him that she could be the one, for if he learned to love and earn her love in return and receives true love's kiss then and only then could his curse be broken.

"You must go now my dear, dawn approaches." Loki leans in forward and places a tender kiss onto Ophelia's forehead. "Be well my dear princess, until we meet again." As the sun was starting to rise Ophelia wakes up propping herself up on her bed and softly smiles to herself. She could still remembers everything from her dream, Loki's soft and gently voice, the touch of his hand caressing her cheek, and the tender kiss to her forehead, she knew that it wasn't no ordinary dream like what most people would have, her dream felt and looked much more real. She gets up from her bed walks over to her vanity mirror sits down in her chair and looks at her reelection. A worried thought comes to Ophelia's mind, she was worried of what her father, mother, and sisters would think if she told them about Loki, the last thing that she needed was her father sending out his best hunters to go after Loki and kill him. This worried her a lot, but she came to make the toughest choice in her life, she would have to keep this a sceret from her own family. But her friendship with Loki was more important, or maybe it was something that was much more than friendship, she looks back at her reflection in the mirror and thought to herself. "This feeling, could it be...that I've fallen in love with him?" Thought of this made Ophelia's heart beat even more fast, but she wasn't sure of when or how she would tell Loki on how she really felt about him, she was also worried if he would feel the same way about her. Then she looks at herself in the mirror and smiled.

"When the time is right, I will tell Loki how i really feel about him." That was her promise that she had made.

@jaidenhawke

[allegra-j-joann]

Script project

The stars spiralled endlessly over the city walls well beyond where the eye could see, they spilled between the notes of bright festive music and pooled in shadows between buildings, listening to the tales to tell the moon from her beloved humans. 

SCENE 0.5. EXT.  DARKNESS

[Fade in on the night sky with the full moon, and the distant noise of the capital below, it’s a festival night.]

CLARE

Between Life and Death, there are few things that are precious.

(beat)

Things that never get forgotten, 

Things that reshape the world as we know it.

(beat)

Those things, impermanent, wonderful things are cherished by the endless ones.

SCENE 1. INT.  TAVERN  DUSK

ALLAMUS, CLARE, tavern customers, OPHELIA/TINY, GUARDS

[People are gathered in the tavern, drinking and laughing, everything is slightly hazy. ALLAMUS and a hooded CLARE sit at a table surrounded by their Guild.]

ALLAMUS

...And then, before it even knew what had hit it, Clare pulled some magic thing, and the whole room was just on fire, everywhere!

[CLARE rolls her eyes and shakes her head at his exaggerations, she is examining an ornate bell]

CLARE

There wasn’t that much fire, you’ll give these people the wrong idea of mages the way you’re carrying on, we’re not gods, we can only do what the incantations allow.

[ALLAMUS pouts at the scolding before going on telling the story of their victory, growing slowly more distant as the room raises their glasses with a cheer. Across the room the door slams open, a redhead bandit stands there, no one looks at her, she doesn’t look at them either, they cannot see each other.]

CLARE (cont'd)

Here, Al, look at this rune here, do you know what that means?

[The bandit, TINY, crosses the room towards the group, they fade away and the light goes out. She pauses at the now empty table, the tavern is dark and abandoned, before sitting against the wall and inspecting a wound on her arm, she winces as she digs a crossbow bolt out and starts talking to herself.]

TINY

Damn crossbow bastards, lucky shot.

(beat)

they’ll be bragging about that one, freaking mess, I hate this city.

[outside the boarded-up window, lanterns flicker past as the city guards search for her, casting strange shadows around her.]

GUARDS

fan out! I’m sure she went this way, she can’t be far! 

TINY

(sigh) fuck. 

[She leans her head against the wall with her eyes closed and listens to the guards getting closer before starting to move up the stairs to climb across nearby rooftops.]

SCENE 2. EXT.  CITY  NIGHT

OPHELIA/TINY, GUARDS, THERESA

[Tiny vaults off a roof into the narrow street against the city wall, running for the nearest gate, she’s struggling and holding her wounded arm, the shouting of guards and the ringing of a bell have become nearly indistinct in the background. Tiny rounds a house, only to collide with another person, sending both of them to the ground, tripping over each other.]

TINY

SON OF A-!

THERESA

(at the same time) SWEET MOTHER OF-!

[they look at eachother]

BOTH

watch where you’re going!

THERESA

… what happened to you? you’re bleeding!

TINY

[sarcastic]

Oh no. really? I hadn’t noticed.

GUARD

I think I heard her! Quick, cut off the side street, don’t let her get too far!

TINY

[panics for a moment before scrambling to her feet and grabbing THERESA]

don’t. move. got it? my shoulder may be screwed but I could still crush you,

[she goes to start running and THERESA digs her heels into the ground]

What the hell are you doing?!

THERESA

well, you said don’t move, I’m doing what you said.

TINY

I SWEAR TO THE GODS! I hate this city and everyone in it!

THERESA

so leave.

TINY

[stomping her foot]

What do you think I’m trying to do?! I was going to use you to get past the guards but now that window of opportunity is shut, thank you very much.

THERESA

oh! why didn’t you say so, hold on!

[THERESA stands up to her full, rather tall, height and picks TINY up suddenly, which seems significantly easy to her, she starts running away from the noise of the guards and the nearest gate which they’re guarding, TINY is too shocked to yell at her immediately.]

SCENE 3. EXT.  FIELD  NIGHT

OPHELIA/TINY, THERESA

[THERESA and TINY stop running once the city is out of sight and set down in a ditch by the road, trying to catch their breath]

TINY

What the hell was that?! don’t just pick someone up like that, they saw you, you’re involved now!

THERESA

So? What are we meant to do? They were chasing you, why wouldn’t I help?

[she grabs TINY and starts treating the wound, ignoring the girl’s attempts to pull away]

The Matron says to take care of those younger than us so they have time to learn

TINY

Oh shit… you’re a moron! your precious church has coddled you into brain slush, you have no idea who I am, do you?

THERESA

Should I?

[she starts binding the wound, cutting TINY’s sleeve off to do so)

It’s not really important who you are, just what you do,so you don’t have to tell me.

[TINY pulls her arm away, scowling as THERESA finishes and sits back against the bank of the ditch]

TINY

[pause then a sigh]

So what sends a slush brain like you out into the big mean city?

THERESA

I was curious about some things the Matron said, so I came to see them myself

[TINY stares at her with a raised eyebrow but says nothing, THERESA takes this as a cue to explain, looking up at the dark sky]

THERESA (cont'd)

The Matron said that people who live outside the grace of The Lady are selfish and can too easily be tempted to violence, and that’s why we have to study the hymns and teach them.

TINY

The Matron sounds like a cult leader.

THERESA

[coldly]

You’re in a lot of pain and not thinking clearly, I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.

TINY

[shrugs a little painfully]

suit yourself, church mouse.

THERESA

[pause]

So, who are you?

[TINY groans quietly and ignores the question, turning away to try and get some rest confident that THERESA won’t call guards or stab her in her sleep.]

SCENE 4. EXT.  FIELD  DAWN

OPHELIA/TINY, THERESA, GOLEM

[TINY wakes up as the early morning sun reaches into the ditch, she drooled in her sleep and grass is stuck to her face, the sound of the ringing bell can still be heard distantly. She looks around and sees smoke rising over the far bank of the ditch from a campfire.]

TINY

That had better not be you, church mouse!

THERESA

That’s not my name

[she doesn’t look up from the rabbit meat she’s cooking)

Don’t complain about the food, we can’t travel on an empty stomach

TINY

Are you stup- no nevermind, look, the smoke from your little breakfast adventure is like a beacon for everything around here with teeth or a dagger, you can’t set up a fare unless it’s absolutely necessary.

THERESA

Decent food IS necessary

[she glances over her shoulder]

you don’t suppose there are many people out this way do you?

[TINY sits in front of the fire, practically drooling over the food, which is nearly cooked, her stomach growls loudly, announcing her hunger.]

TINY

out here? the place is an overgrown dump, doubt there are any towns for ages either, besides the Capital

THERESA

[glancing over her shoulder again]

Are you sure?

TINY

I literally have no reason to be pulling your leg on this one, why are you asking anyway?

THERESA

I… can’t shake this weird feeling, like we’re being watched, I could swear someone is staring at my back

TINY

(becoming annoyed at her constant checking)

for the love of- Look, I’ll go check, so just shut up would you?

TINY reluctantly stands and walks away from the fire and the food, kicking the nearly waist high grass as she walks, whistling loudly to get the attention of anything nearby, a cheery tune that would be sung at a bar.

TINY

Dunno what to tell you Lady, there’s no one out here!

[TINY is about to start walking back when she trips on something, landing roughly on her bad arm, she looks back and finds her foot has pulled up an old helmet, the rest of the armour is close by with bones still inside, she has just half destroyed the skull.]

TINY

haha… fuck. 

THERESA

What happened, are you okay? Are you being attacked?!

[running over]

that’s...that’s a dead person

TINY

Long dead, relax

[TINY kicks the helmet aside and the air is suddenly filled with a deafening metallic roar]

TINY

I didn’t do it!

[she hides behind THERESA]

It was the church girl! I didn’t do anything!

[The GOLEM is half buried in grass, the ground shakes a bit as it starts digging itself out.]

GOLEM

[screeching]

HOW DARE YOU TRESPASS HERE?! HAVE HUMANS LOST ALL SENSE?

THERESA

what? what is that thing, who are you?

TINY

Who cares what it is? it wants us to leave, lets leave

GOLEM

INSOLENT LITTLE QUIM, YOU HAVE DESTROYED THIS RESTING PLACE, THE GUILTY MAY NOT WALK FREE!

[With another roar the GOLEM pulls itself free of the dirt and lurches towards them, it is at least twice their size, rusting a little in places and not very fast, both girls scream and start running, tripping on more armour in the dirt.]

GOLEM (cont’d)

I WILL SEE THAT THOSE ARROGANT FOOLS RECEIVE THEIR DUE REST, YOUR BLOOD WILL WATER THEIR GRAVE FLOWERS, GET BACK HERE!

[TINY and THERESA continue to scream as the GOLEM chases them further into the field, roaring and creaking as they move up and over a hill and towards a lake with a crumbling tower in the middle of it, an old fishing boat is tied off at the edge of the water, both seem to have the idea to escape the metal monster over the water. The sound of the ringing bell also grows louder during this chaotic chase.]

SCENE 5. EXT.  LAKE  MORNING

OPHELIA/TINY, THERESA, GOLEM, LYRIA

[TINY and THERESA reach the edge of the lake with the golem still in hot pursuit and quickly closing the distance down the hill, they begin frantically trying to untie the fishing boat which seems to be in good shape for seemingly being abandoned.]

TINY

Hurry up! Oh my god, Hurry the hell up! 

THERESA

I’m trying! stop yelling at me!

[tugging at the knots]

Come on. Don't be like this! it won’t come undone!

TINY

cut the fucking rope! it’s almost here!

[the GOLEM hits the bottom of the hill and runs towards them, raising it’s fists to presumably crush their heads and both recoil, landing on the gravelly sand and clinging to each other desperately when one of the closed fists suddenly shouts over the noise]

LYRIA

Enough!

[the GOLEM opens it’s fist and a silver rose brooch is there]

This is ridiculous! all of you! you’re supposed to be Heroes! look at you all, acting like barbarians!

TINY

Heroes? Since when? What the hell is this?

THERESA

[crying]

we didn’t mean any harm, why is this happening?

LYRIA

get off the ground, both of you.

[the voice shifts it’s attention to the GOLEM]

and just WHAT was that? since when do we mindlessly chase anyone who gets near?

GOLEM

THEY ARE AN UNKNOWN AND DESECRATED THE SITE

LYRIA

she tripped, they obviously didn’t know where they were

GOLEM

THE ORDERS WERE CLEAR, CEASE YOUR NAGGING

LYRIA

The Orders are over a century old!

[TINY and THERESA glance at each other silently as they get up, watching the hulking metal beast argue with the seemingly sentient pin, THERESA, still sniffling quietly has taken the knife offered by TINY and is trying to free the boat as quietly as she can]

LYRIA

good Idea, we’ll take the boat over and Clare can clear this all up for us

THERESA

Who's Clare? what is she clearing up, would you please slow down and explain what is going on?

LYRIA

Clare will explain everything, come on, get in the boat.

[The rope suddenly unties itself and the GOLEM starts to move forward, cornering THERESA and TINY between the boat and the water. The girls scramble into the boat resignedly and the GOLEM climbs in, making the whole thing sink a little lower in the water, and taking up all the space that could be spared, the cramped boat lurches off the gravel beach unprompted and starts easing through the water towards the tower in a tense silence.]

[eliapson]

Ophelia escuchó las palabras ajenas, notando cómo la reflexión iba acompañada de pequeños gestos que denotaban confianza en el terreno social. Asintió de manera breve cuando mencionó el "chascarrillo mitológico", acompañándolo con una ligera sonrisa que parecía más cortes��a que auténtico interés, pero se esforzaba en mantener la conversación fluida. Era una práctica casi automática para ella, fruto de años observando a su madre maniobrar con la misma elegancia. Sin embargo, cuando la otra persona formuló la pregunta la expresión de Ophelia cambió. Sus cejas se alzaron sutilmente, y su mirada se tornó más inquisitiva. Era una pregunta que rozaba en los bordes de su propia experiencia, algo que resonaba más de lo que le gustaría admitir. "Eso depende," respondió con un aire pensativo, sosteniendo la copa cerca de sus labios pero sin beber todavía. "Hay momentos en los que rechazar ciertas partes de uno mismo es lo único que nos permite avanzar. O al menos... sobrevivir." Su tono no era acusatorio, más bien parecía que hablaba desde una especie de resignación íntima. Cuando la atención regresó al vino, Ophelia tomó un pequeño sorbo, notando que la otra persona esperaba su veredicto. "Es un vino exquisito," concedió con una pequeña inclinación de cabeza, elogiando sin perder la compostura. "No esperaba menos, claro está." Su voz llevaba una nota de sinceridad, pero también de un orgullo discreto por la herencia que representaba esa bebida. Al escuchar la pregunta final, su sonrisa se amplió con suavidad, más como un acto reflejo que algo del todo genuino. "Thompson. Ophelia Thompson." Extendió la mano hacia la contraria con un gesto elegante. "Y creo que aún no he tenido el placer de conocer su nombre, aunque parece que compartimos una afinidad por los buenos vinos." La interacción, aunque aparentemente casual, le recordó lo mucho que estaba en juego esa noche. No solo era un laberinto o un premio simbólico; era la oportunidad de observar, analizar y construir posibles alianzas. Al menos, eso era lo que su madre siempre le recordaba.

asiente de acuerdo con aquello que expresa la opuesta. no sólo la importancia de socializar por posibles acuerdos futuros, sino porque afianzar la mano de un socio de la sociedad era mucho más fuerte que de un contacto casual. eso lo había aprendido de su madre, y podía notarlo en ese momento como se diferenciaba el trato con otros empresarios por fuera del evento. "pequeño chascarrillo mitológico" se excusa con mera simpleza mientras atiende a la expresión ajena por sobre el brebaje propio. buscando leer en sus facciones lo que pudiera indicarle un visto bueno. a su parecer, cualquiera con gusto de verdad disfrutaba la bodega de su familia, y desconfiaba de quien no. le encantaría poder echar culpa a su genética por ser como era, tan leal al apellido que portaba. aún cuando en ese aspecto no podría nunca llenar las expectativas paternales, existían pequeños detalles y comportamientos que había adoptado de sus padres sin darse cuenta. base de cristal apoyada sobre la superficie, sus yemas se acercan a la misma y la mueven en un corto círculo, empujando el líquido dentro. pensando "depende" indica regresando la vista "¿sería realmente cuerda una persona que rechaza lo que realmente es?" duplica la profundidad de la cuestión. consideraba que era distinto para el resto, cuando creces bien sabiendo que algo mal está en ti que tus padres no te eligen, convives siempre con la sombra del abandono, una presencia que aunque se opaca cuando te adoptan, nunca se va. eterno tatuaje fantasmal en el centro del ser. "¿qué le pareció?" inquiere por el vino. “considero que tiene buen gusto en vinos ¿señorita…?” sacude suave la cabeza indicando el desconocimiento del nombre ajeno, intrigada en poder guardarlo en sus registros mentales para el futuro. aún si la posibilidad de no ingresar a la sociedad estaba, elegía mantener buenos vínculos con el resto, entren o no.

[waveofstars]

@lemmeknowimreal | ophelia + una | cont

"Hmm. Sage advice. I've never heard wiser words," she responded sarcastically. When it came to men, Ophelia couldn't help but worry. She knew Una could take care of herself, there was no doubt about that. Still, it didn't sit right with her to know there was someone out there not kissing the ground she walked on. How pathetic her boyfriend must be.

She turned and looked at Una, fingers reaching to fix a stray hair of hers before giving a little smile. Fletcher would likely bitch that she wasn't behind the bar, but he was always bitching about something. Ophelia could care less.

"Now why the hell would I ever say no to that? Of course, babe. Show me what ya got. Fletcher can suck a dick for two minutes."

[brycewins]

txt: Ophelia

bryce: trouble in paradise?

[willbrayden]

txt: Juliet

Will: what happened with Ophelia and Adam?

Will: is she okay?

[eliapson]

"¿Sin opciones? Vaya, eso suena terriblemente dramático. ¿Quién te arrastró hasta aquí, entonces? ¿La familia? ¿Un sentido de deber? ¿O simplemente una apuesta perdida?" cuestionó, su tono juguetón, aunque había un dejo de auténtico interés en sus palabras. "Pero estoy de acuerdo contigo," continuó, dando un vistazo rápido a su alrededor, "el espectáculo deja mucho que desear. Sin embargo, las conversaciones interesantes definitivamente son un punto a favor. Especialmente si logran distraerte del sinsentido de caminar en círculos." Cuando él se presentó, Ophelia inclinó ligeramente la cabeza, como evaluándolo. "Allistair," repitió, saboreando el nombre en su lengua con un aire deliberado. "Un placer, Allistair. Soy Ophelia. Supongo que esto nos convierte en compañeros de 'conversaciones que hacen todo más soportable', ¿no?"

' ¿yo? estoy aquí porque no me dieron muchas opciones. no puedo decir que disfruto del espectáculo, pero sí disfruto de las conversaciones como esta. hace que todo el asunto de caminar en círculos sea un poco más llevadero. ' confiesa, en un tono más entretenido que el anterior. ' soy allistair, por cierto. ' se presenta, apenas ladeando el rostro para que la curvatura en sus labios sea más prominente.

[leia4love]

txt to: Ophelia

Blaky: hi

[valentinahogdahlholm]

Ophelia

I:

Deepblue sky over streetlights and roofs drowning stars in this infinite ocean. Diamond eyes, only a few Weak voices in the wind.

Enchanting, mirrorclear, and diamonds run down my cheeks. Light closer, all the more yellow until the red landing light lights up, Enchantment broken as wheels touch ground, And the bus goes to the city. Lit up windows and white fences. Early weddings and gardens which run out in the beach that seems to start where my feet end, Rising to legs, Falling appart. Crystal undone, Times movement, Destiny written by the ticking clock.

II:

Would it not be better to crash in a river ending in sea. Floating skelton, steel and magically floating creature. Shining diamond. Covered in flowers, Ophelia's grave instead of bed.

When her hands no longer cool the forehead of the prince of Denmark. Preaching became his bible, Burned at the stakes, Demon from angel, Ghost from god.

Soul leaves and walks to skeleton in the river, dripping in flowers. Those who would lie on her bed, not her grave, "Such a tragedy" they all sigh, "that madness' claws took hold of her white soul". "Lightningstrike set fire to her body", they all swear "Who would have thought?" they ask,

While thousands of ghosts whisper her name, Rise like a choire from the water lilies, Like an orchestra through the wind.

//

I:

Djupblå himmel över gatulampor och hustak som dränker stjärnorna i denna oändliga ocean. 

Diamantögon, endast ett fåtal

Svaga stämmor i vinden. 

Förtrollande, spegelblanka, och diamanter rinner för mina kinder. 

Ljuset närmar sig, allt gulare tills det röda landningsljuset tänds, 

Förtrollningen bryts när hjulen rör marken. 

Och bussen går mot stan, 

Tända fönster och vita staket. 

Tidiga bröllop och trädgårdar som mynnar ut i sandstranden som verkar ta vid där fötterna tar slut, 

Stiger mot benen, 

Smulas. 

Kristall ogjord, 

Tidens lopp, 

Ödet skrivet av den tickande klockan. 

II:

Vore det inte bättre att krascha i en flod som mynnar ut i havet? 

Flytande skelett, ståltråd av magisk flygande varelse, 

Skinande diamant. 

Täckt i blommor, Ofelias grav istället för brudsäng. 

När hennes händer inte längre svalkade prinsen av Danmarks brinnande panna. 

Predikan blev hans bibel, 

Bränd på bål. 

Demon ur en ängel, 

Spöke ur gudakropp. 

Själen lämnar och vandrar till skelettet i floden, drypande i blommor. 

De som skulle vara på hennes brudsäng, inte hennes grav, 

”Vilken tragedi” suckar alla ”att galenskapens klor tog tag om hennes vita själ”. 

”Blixtnedslag som satte brand i hennes kropp”, svär alla. 

”Vem hade kunnat tänka sig?” frågar de, 

Medan tusentals gastar viskar hennes namn, 

Stiger som en kör ur näckrosbladen. 

Ekar som en orkester genom vinden. 

Kanske lyssnar ingen nog? Eller har det blivit bruset av bilarna genom Stockholmsnatten utanför mitt sovrumsfönster, 

Vars registreringsskyltar lyses upp av gatlyktorna som dränker stjärnorna i en oändlig ocean.

[windovvaving]

montego cringed, "yeah, no, that sounds like a recipe for disaster. literally." he reached out a hand. "i will take a sip just to say i tried it, however." her face scrunch did not leave him with high hopes for whatever concoction the mixologist had whipped up to create the seasonal cocktail. he took a sip. "not my taste, but i'm sure someone'll like it."

open starter ! @chqstarter location: hell & high water

"Seriously, I know it's fall and people love their seasonal drinks and everything, but who thought a pumpkin spice cocktail was gonna taste good?" Ophelia squeaked, face scrunching from the sip she had just taken from her autumnal drink. Pushing it away from her on the counter, she shook her head with disgust. "Do you want to finish this?"