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Ophelia the Forsaken
Ophelia watched him turn his gaze, and she tried to reserve judgement. She struggled with this same thought before - did he only want her because he found her pretty? Did having a daughter somehow make her less attractive? Those questions were born of self-doubt, however, as his stare deepened into space. No, that was not the expression of displeasure; that was the expression of... something more personal. At least, that was what she hoped. Ophelia had given him a second chance, and she would, yet again, be played the fool if he was toying around. The words he spoke sounded flat, but the mention of Roskuld's father brought a wry, painful quirk to her face that was neither smile nor grimace. She ground her teeth for a moment, thinking about her plethora of conflicting feelings. He had taken advantage of her when she was not herself, not in possession of her memories. But, she had made a choice, whether or not she liked it now was of little consequence. However, the returning of her memories had been incomplete, so her pregnancy had been a complete surprise... She loved Roskuld deeply, but the entire situation had been... wrong. Ophelia had been played, by him and herself. "If she is with her father, then neither of us have hope of finding her," she grunted bitterly, looking briefly up at the sky. She struggled letting him know that Roskuld's father was the God of Time. Ophelia seemed like that would be bragging, but it was anything but, especially since the God of the Sun was now at the point of throwing fireballs her way. "Her father is the God of Time," she finally sighed, frowning slightly. What a story that would make. He said that he had not seen her, but that he would look. Ophelia nodded once before noticing that he was still not looking her direction. The Forsaken frowned. "To the meadow next to the river," she answered, thinking about her child. Finally, she shoved past her memories. "What brought you wandering so far south?" |
 Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done. Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning. |
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