Ophelia
There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly
The rain is colder than Phi would normally like, but truly they’re having a blast. They wander toward the gathering group with shoes in hand, bare feet muddied and splashing carelessly through the muck as they swing their arms slightly, completely enraptured by the skies pouring down from overhead. They look mildly skeletal with their pale hair slicked to their skull and their horns on full display, but their expression offsets it, dreamlike and euphoric. I was holding and I was searching endlessly
Noah is a surprise that Ophelia hadn’t expected, and they give a jaunty wave as they reluctantly slide on their shoes, heedless of the muck and lack of socks. “Noah! You’re still here?” It seems forever ago they’d met on the shores of the black lake, but Ophelia doesn’t often have a good grasp on the passage of time anyway. Maybe it’s a normal amount.
Turning to Danta, they curtsy with the hem of their coat before straightening in a rather sprightly fashion, eager and ready to work.
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Phi comes with themself and little else unsurprisingly.
But now there's nothing left that I can do
So don't be blue
So don't be blue
