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solmints-messyocdiary · 10 months

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PJ AU with Ophelia and Eric

Eric and Ophelia are intrinsically connected as they were left on the camp at the same time and age.

Name: Eric

Age: 17 (arrived at age 10)

Parents: Unnamed mother (alive - could care less for him) and Apollo, God of the arts, medicine, and prophecy.

His (fake) father dropkicked him to the camp the moment he found out he wasn't his real son. He was around 10 when that happened.

Eric's godfather Vincenzo took take care of him when he was abandoned by both his parents. He himself is a child of Athena, so he knows of the camp and is involved with it~

His mother was more interested in canoodling with Apollo to get hidden knowledge than sentiments of love for him. Eric was... an unexpected surprise for sure...

Because of Eric's gloomy and dark self, along with how quiet he is, people have confused him for a child of Hades rather than a child of Apollo.

You can find him in a quiet corner reading away or painting. He enjoys peace and solitude but wouldn't mind some company.

He is also an excellent archer and can evaluate situations well. One can say... he can glimpse into the future.

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Name: Ophelia

Age: 17 (arrived at age 10)

Parents: Unnamed father and Nemesis, goddess of retribution and vengeance (Ophelia hates them both)

Her mother Nemesis was the one who left her at the age of 10 on the camp grounds. Ophelia's relationship with her father wasn't the best. Much abuse happened in that household, both on the physical and mental side. Ophelia still wonders what on earth did her mother see in her father to even think of having a kid with him.

She resents her father the most, but she also hates her mother. She just wants to punish then and make them pay for their neglect.

Despite being the child of Nemesis, Ophelia is much more selfish. Only helping those she thinks can be of aid to her rather than for a just cause.

She's pretty much Regina George personality wise. The entire "You're so pretty!" - "Thank you." - "Oh, so you think that? You think you're really pretty?" Is her thing. She even has a black list journal where she writes all the names of people that have offended her.

Because of her looks and personality, she has been confused for a child of Aphrodite. However, she can't handle Aphrodite children as she sees them as vain lmao.

Her strength comes from her brains (manipulation) rather than strength, but she can punch... hard, and she plays dirty. She has a whip she can use well if needed.

#oc: the patron #oc: ophelia de cervantes galán #olympian au #percy jackson au #this was really fun to do #long post #tw abuse #tw child harm

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tabsters · 7 months

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@northstarx-of-the-night apologies if this bothers you but i need to make incorrect quotes specifically catered to vietnamese people living in texas

Kaya and Ophelia on a quest, seeing a monster: Kaya: ...so...do we try to sneak past it? i could throw a smoke bomb and distract it? Ophelia, cocking an AR-15: nope, I got this Ophelia: got any special talents? Kaya: ...I can make pho? Ophelia: you and every other vietnamese person Kaya: are you good?? Ophelia: yeah, why? Kaya: you're wearing black on black and it's 100 degrees out Ophelia, visibly sweating: I am perfectly fine Ophelia: do you know any vietnamese? Kaya: bú đít tôi (suck my ass) Ophelia: Ophelia: chết tiệt bạn (fuck you) (i used google translate for this part, forgive me T___T)

#percy jackson #percy jackson ocs #ophelia doesn't belong to me

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s-olarium · 3 months

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and it's all about the moderate climates

you wanna be blessed and be cursed, for sure

#art #traditional #ocs #noah #koda #maeja #nieve #jackson #ophelia #the stars are projectors #tw blood #tw death

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susanpxvensie-wp · 2 years

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Ophelia Jackson-Clairmont née Foster-Jackson ( insp. & insp. )

Matthew, we have the chance to change history. We can’t just sit back and do nothing. I’m sorry, mon coeur, but there is nothing to be done. I don’t believe that. And I can’t believe that you do, either. Don’t you think that the covenant is wrong? That Philippe was wrong to create it in the first place? I know he was your father, but you have to admit, he was not perfect — no parent is. Creating the covenant did more harm than good. Like I said, there is nothing to be done. The Congregation will ensure that the covenant will never be overruled. I don’t understand why you won’t fight for us. Because to go against something as ancient as the covenant would mean certain death. It is a fight we cannot ever hope to win. So, you’re not even going to try? Ophelia, it is too dangerous. I would never forgive myself if you were harmed. But what about the countless other creatures we could save if we managed to disband the covenant? Matthew, this is about more than just us. Can’t you see that? Please, think about this. Diana and I can’t do this without you and your family. The Congregation has a higher chance of listening to the de Clermonts than a couple of witches who don’t know how to use their magic. Matthew, I’m not proud of it, but I’m begging you. Don’t leave. We can win this fight. I know we can. Please. Ophelia... I love you. There, I said it. I know we’ve only known each other for a month, but I’ve never been more certain of anything in my entire life. I love you, Matthew de Clermont. Ysabeau will continue to ensure your safety here at Sept-Tours while I am in London. You and Diana will be protected. So, that’s it? You’re just going to walk away. I have no choice, Ophelia. There is always a choice. Not always. You’ve been many things in your long life, Matthew de Clairmont, but I never knew you were a coward.

Read here: Wattpad, AO3

#ch: ophelia jackson #fic: back to life #a discovery of witches #adow #matthew clairmont x oc #a discovery of witches edit #a discovery of witches graphic #adow edit #adow graphic #adria arjona #gifset #ocappreciation #allaboutocs

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lizziejlovesu · 4 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐂 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ᴘᴇʀsɪ ᴛᴇʀʀᴇʟʟ

ᴄᴀʀɪɴᴀ ᴅᴀɴɪʟʟᴇ

ᴛʜᴇᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴡᴏᴏᴅ

ᴋɪʀᴀ ǫᴜɪɴɴ

ᴅᴇs sɪɴɢᴇʀ

ᴍᴀʀs ᴄᴏsᴛᴀɴᴢᴀ

ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ

ᴄᴏʟʟɪɴs ʙʀᴇɴɪᴋ

ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs

ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ sɪɴɢᴇʀ

ᴍᴀɪᴀ ᴋᴇʏs

ᴅᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ

ᴋᴀʏʟᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴇʀᴀs

ᴄᴀᴛᴀʀɪɴᴀ

ʀᴀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴠᴇʟʟᴇ

ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏsɪᴀ sᴛ. ᴊᴀᴍᴇs

ғᴇᴍ! sᴛɪʟᴇs sᴛɪʟɪɴsᴋɪ

ғᴇᴍ! ᴅᴇᴀɴ - ʀᴏʀʏ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ

ᴍɪᴋᴋɪ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ

sᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ғᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ

ᴋᴀᴛʏ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ

ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴄɪᴀ ᴅᴇʀᴏsᴇ

ᴅɪᴀɴᴀ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ

sᴛᴇʟʟᴀ ᴛᴀʟʙᴏᴛ

ʙᴊ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ

sɪᴇʀʀᴀ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇᴛᴏɴ

ɢᴇᴏʀɢɪᴀ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ

ᴅɪʟʟᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ

ᴇsᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴄᴀɪᴅ

ᴍᴀᴇᴠᴇ ᴊᴀᴄɪʀᴀ

ᴍᴇʟʟᴏɴʏ ᴠɪᴋᴇʀ

ᴄᴀʟ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ

ᴋʀɪs ᴄᴏʟᴇᴍᴀɴ

ᴋᴇʟsɪ ʜᴀʀᴠᴇʟʟᴇ

ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ᴅᴏɴᴏᴠᴀɴ

ʀᴏᴍɪɴᴀ ɢʀᴏᴠᴇ

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holy-blood-unholy-skin · 1 year

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Ophelia names him Drama.

#oc: Ophelia Richardson #pjo #percy jackson #daughter of aphrodite #oc: ophelia richardson #drama the goose was originally supposed to have been there with ophelia when she was claimed but now i plan on making the goose follow #the drama which are the swans of the aphrodite cabin

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arrthurpendragon · 1 year

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Chapter Update 4/4/23

┌────── ⋆. · ♆ · .⋆ ──────┐

Where is Ashton Kutcher

When You Need Him?

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While things at Yancy seemed to return to normal, or whatever one considered normal, following our return from our field trip - I knew they most certainly were not normal. It felt like I now lived in a giant hallucination from which I could no longer tell fantasy from reality. It seriously sucked.

But the thing that made it worse was the fact that my own brother seemed to agree with my version of events, which was very unlike my brother. Believe me, most times, we hardly ever agree on anything. You can ask my mother. She'd totally back me up on that.

Anyway, it almost seemed like the entire school was punking the Jackson twins, except Ashton Kutcher, never popped out of the bushes to tell us that was what was happening. I'll confess, I did expect it a few times. But no, we just had to keep on living our lives hoping he would pop up at any minute while knowing that he never would. I would seriously pray to whatever god or gods were out there to make it actually happen.

KEEP READING AT WATTPAD

OC Fam Tag: @akabluekat • @noratilney • @misshiraeth98 • @the12thnightproject • @yelenabolevas • @darkwolf76 • @mimikoflamemaker • @bobfloydsbabe • @asirensrage • @getawaycardotmp3 • @juliaswickcrs • @heirsoflilith • @theawesomeloner • @sentineljedi • @phoenix-rising29 • @bravelittleflower • @nixdragon • @rennys-new-life • @allicenthightxwer • @heathersocs • @letthestarssing • @ocappreciationtag • @zeleniafic • @nejires-hado • @kingsmakers • @eddysocs • @chickensarentcheap • @amixedwitch • @alexandra-scribbles • @iron-parkr • @valdrinors • @witchofinterest • @wordspin-shares • @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers • @starcrossedjedis • @heresthefanfiction • @bluebell-winter • @foxesandmagic • @misskatiewrites • @twofacedharveydent • @neet0 • @fanficanatic-tw • @darknightfrombeyond • @drbobbimorse • @trash0saurus • @villain-connoisseur • @sunlitscribe • @ruvaakke • @starryeyes2000 • @bardic-tales • @oneirataxia-girl • @that-demigirl • @water-writings • @reirvival • @endless-oc-creations • @themaradaniels • @fakedatings • @dancingsunflowers-ocs • (wanna be added or removed? Just lemme know)

#ocappreciation #oc: ophelia jackson #fic: from the edge of the deep green sea #fd: percy jackson #chapter update

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nightmareproductions · 3 months

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Giving y'all a list of my oc names with no context other than ask material

Please im desperate dbwhsn

Nightmare, Fizzie, Michael, Rouge

Irvin B., Ophelia V. Lee, Gabriel B. Lee, Iratus B. Lee, Nathan B. Lee, Caleb B. Lee, Ali B. Lee, Christina B. Lee, Yule B. Lee, Jackson B. Lee, Maggie B. Lee, and Kai B. Lee

Rosalina P. Lin, Taeyang B. Lee, Ember(Emberlin) B. Lee, Alexander B. Lee, Συγχωρεμένος(Forgiven)

Moon Alavaran, Chrysós Alavaran, Flicker Alavaran, Axel Alavaran, Levi Alavaran

Steven, Annamarie, Midnight, Star

Mathew and Damon

Kümpfer, Lucille, Chris Lucy

Stewart, Al, Rosalie Quartzite, Opaline Grey, Atlas Corbin Stine

Ravi Stein and Amber Stein

Elias, Jamieson, Sirus, Ruben, Brutus, Dagger, Leslie

Archie, Eli, Sweetheart, Nelso, Lemon Tea, Inkwell, The Poison Grimmy, מוּסתָר(Hidden)

Chip(Sebastian L.), Eli(Elizabeth), Alonso F., Wendy F., Lilith R.

#text post #oc names #please ask about my ocs #i want to draw them responding #and actually have an excuse to draw them again 😭#please #im gonna be so annoying with this post #gonna reblog it at any given chance #por favor estoy desesperada #nightmare's nonsense #Cuphead ocs #batim ocs #original characters

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writeblrbattleroyale · 8 months

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You don’t remember how you got here. You were only going by the plot you were set to go, and now you were in a place of whiteness with people watching your every move. Your head is pounding, but you wake up standing up. Only thing in front of you being the weapon that is like your second arm, the one you usually use during battle, unless you normally use magic.

The speaker on the box above you starts to speak. You look towards it, but it seems empty. You still get a feeling, like a vision that a young man is standing in there, even tough you couldn’t describe anything about how he looked like. “Welcome to the battle my dear audience. Welcome to the bloodshed. I am M, your humble game master. In front of me are our contenders. Their weapons are in front of them. The enemy on their opposite. Their only way out is either killing their opponent or dying. These two are very interesting duo. I just can’t wait for the show.”

You look opposite of you. There is a person right on the opposite side of the arena. You have a sinking feeling in your stomach. You are in a life-or-death situation. You can either fight or die.

Welcome to watch writeblr battle royale, a light harted collabirative effort where ocs of different writeblr fight each other to see who can come on top. This is the best place to find new ocs to obsess over and cheer for them to reach till the end. Tell us your favorite to win, or favorite battle to come.

The writeblrs participating have a deadline till Sunday 13.00 est to write a battle between the two opposing characters, before the winners are matched with a new opponent.

People in the fighting ring in this round of the first writeblr battle royale are:

Chess from @concealeddarkness13 Brooke Ferguson from @astellarium

Anuli from @anulithots vs Lyra from @forthesanityofsome

Ophelia Day from @the-arigen vs Julyan from @mysticstarlightduck

Alex from @doublegoblin vs Elyren from @mysticstarlightduck

daiko from @saltysupercomputer vs jen from @rainisawriter

Casper from @garthcelyn vs kashi from @forthesanityofsome

Herchel from @quisyop vs Jackson from @rainisawriter

Io from @quisyop vs blair from @gummybugg

mary from @myancientmars vs ametrine from @moonluringfrost

cooper from @garthcelyn vs erin from @the-arigen

Tuan Tangyuan from @another-white-void vs teddo from @anulithots

Right now my tumblr is glitching so my inbox and messenges aren’t working so, hopefully it gets worked soon. For now, hype up the ocs rn and wait for great interactions.

#writeblr battle royale #writeblr #events #writing

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mlady-magnolia · 6 months

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“Who’s afraid of the dark?”

#guys idk how to render shadow magic help #anyway since ophelia is the daughter of hecate she’s got shadow powers #alongside your typical mist manipulation and magic #ophelia out here being magic and casting spells before she just whips out a gun and shoots the bad guy #pjo #percy jackson oc #oc: ophelia pham #art #tw gun #magnolia draws

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solmints-messyocdiary · 10 months

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*inhales*

Ophelia isnt the only one who dislikes the Aphrodite kids.

Personal question, what would Percy have to do to get on Ophelia's bad side? Is she just that automatically spiteful?

Tbh, Ophelia dislikes everyone lmao. Athena children because they're smarter, Aphrodite kids because they're prettier, Hades kids because they're gloomy, etc. The list goes on. She dislikes Eric a little less because he plays along with her demands and is pretty much a butler to her. 😬

She resents them all because they have skills and qualities that were given to them since birth while she had to work hard to be smart and pretty and "perfect." She doesn't see the characteristics mommy gave her as being what she wanted...

Being full of yourself or thinking you're different or deserving of sympathy because of your hardships will surely make her see red. Even wearing something she doesn't like will put a target on you. It isn't hard to get on her bad side. However, she's quite fake and can act civil, so you will never know if you've gotten on her list ahaksld.

Tldr; She's just spiteful... 🙈

#ask #the-pinstriped-hood #oc: ophelia de cervantes galán #olympian au #percy jackson au

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myillusions · 1 year

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Gilded Robin

Chapter One: young and beautiful

Series Summary: Having found security and comfort within the confines of Jackson, Ophelia “Robin” Robinette begins to forget of the outside world and life before she had gained this solace, until her past comes ushering back at full force. A lovers, to enemies, then back to lovers story.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!OC

Word Count: 1.7k

Character Sheet HERE

Series Masterlist

Series Warnings: possible tlou 1&2 spoilers, age gap, angst, slow burn, canon typical violence, dark themes, mentions of death, betrayal, outbreak, depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation, blood, fluff, semi-toxic relationship, HEAVY pining, lovers to enemies then back to lovers, eventual smut, alcohol consumption, 18+ mdni (will add more as the story progresses).

A/N: aaaah first time posting a story on tumblr! thank you to anyone who reads i truly appreciate you <33 apologies that this chapter is quite slow! hoping you enjoy!!

Desperate and fervent virescent optics angled towards the winding gravel road ahead. Scarlet-stained knuckles curling brutally around the wheel until they are undercoated with a shade of white. Grating and strained breaths escaping her cut lips, crimson gradually bespattering down against her begrimed lap. The woman focused relentlessly upon the task at hand, jaw grinding downwards harshly with the effort as ginger hair fell down unceremoniously past her bruised cheeks. Tears instinctively welling up against her eyes as even the most imperceptible thought of previous events swarmed their way around her mind. Joel’s coming, Ophelia; you have to run. The woman abruptly sent the reverberating words in her head to a screeching stop as the sole of her foot firmly slammed down against the breaks of the vehicle, her neck swinging forth at the merciless jolt.

“Ophelia!” Ophelia swung her head around at the mention of her name, pupils narrowing against her dimmed surroundings to seek out the source of the caterwaul, only aided by the flickering flames casting light upon the wooden walls of the small lookout. Ophelia allowed her shoulders to lower in an exhale of relief upon spotting Priscilla, perched with crossed legs in front of the stained bergamot couch, inquisitively peering over at her.

“Lost you for a moment there. Where’d your head run off to, eh?” Priscilla questioned with a quirk of her brow; a subtle grin stretched along her expression. Ophelia grumbled laboriously, shifting against her weight to wrap her arms across her knees, pressing them securely to her abdomen as she cast her gaze downwards, settling it instead amongst the burnt coals bordering the feeble fireplace.

“Nowhere. I was just thinking about the report for Tommy tomorrow.” Ophelia answered indifferently, nails digging down against her thigh uncomfortably as she waited with bated breath for Priscilla’s response.

Though, heedless to Ophelia’s blatant deception, Priscilla only gave a nonchalant rise of her shoulder blades, yanking herself forwards over the timber flooring to lean her head amongst the grimy cushions, shutting her eyes languidly. “Yeah, a’right; you can continue to ponder on that by taking the first shift, then.” Priscilla decided with a grunt, wrapping her arms around her chest conservatively.

Ophelia didn’t answer, directing her attention out of the window angled to the right of the fireplace, where chalky flecks stretched along a stygian canvas; only highlighted by the illumination the moon brought. Ophelia sat for hours on end staring directly out the window, until lilac and gold began to swirl against the sky, pushing the sun additionally further down, creating a bewitching sight in contrast to the dreadful reality of the ground below. Only when it was time to disperse did fatigue begin to seep against Ophelia’s limbs, craning her neck to prod Priscilla in the side, who in turn, rolled around with a murmur of protest.

Ophelia elevated herself to her legs with a strenuous heave, making sure to scribble down the information of the patrol onto the clip board, however disarranged. She then began to collect the few items strewn over the space, shoving them back into her decrepit umber bag, before she slung it over her shoulder, along with her hunting rifle. Ophelia blinked obnoxiously over towards where Priscilla begrudgingly hoisted herself upright, gathering her own equipment, before the two set off; descending down the latter pressed up against the side of the lookout, until their boots pressed down against the unpigmented snow coating the terrain with a dull ‘thump’. Ophelia gave a brisk scan over their surroundings, before she began to trudge through the undergrowth, with Priscilla closely following her trail. Upon reaching where they had stationed their horses, the two fixed their bags against the saddle, before they hauled themselves up onto the seat with the assistance of the stirrup. They near instantaneously began forwards, swaying with the beat of the animals’ steps. The distance between the lookout and Jackson was covered swiftly, with little conversation being shared between the two; Priscilla too exhausted to socialise whilst Ophelia was far too preoccupied with her own thoughts. Although, both still kept an avid ear out for any abnormal or peculiar sounds.

Ophelia, admittedly, did take some of the time to cherish the view; she had always adored winter; how the branches of trees, adorned with snowfall, would shiver against the frigid zephyr, causing the milky flakes to shutter down against the sleet-coated terrain. Everything seemed far more tranquil during this season, with animals burrowing away to shield from the cold and the light crunch of footsteps against the insubstantial snow. Even with the impending threat of infected looming over, Ophelia couldn’t resist from feeling comforted by winter, with all the glacial and bitter entails it supplies.

Upon guiding the horses through the gate of Jackson after it had been pulled open, Priscilla and Ophelia posted them in the stables, before they came to join the cluster of physiques settled at the entrance. Ophelia chased down Tommy, who greeted her with a pat to the shoulder and an incline of his head in tranquil inquiry.

“Ay, Tommy. Priscilla and I’s patrol went smoothly, no infected. Though, we did see a couple of raiders in the distance, but they ended up moving off in the opposite direction, so we should be fine. Might want to get a couple of people out on an earlier patrol just to check, either way.” Ophelia informed with a pragmatic hum.

Tommy nodded enthusiastically along to Priscilla’s words. “Cheers, Robin. I’ll be sure to get ‘round to that. You and Priscilla can go head down to the hall, breakfast should be just about ready now.” Ophelia grimaced towards the use of the nickname, though she gave a grateful grunt anyways, giving a wave of adieu towards Tommy, before going to fetch Priscilla. The two trotted off in the direction of the rather substantial building with rushed steps, eager to have something to eat.

Ophelia rapidly gained her usual loquacious demeanour back as the morning continued, indulging in multiple lingering conversations whilst she stood in line at the cafeteria, awaiting her own meal. Ophelia and Priscilla grabbed their own trays, heading to a selected table to settle, along with three others: Isaac, Caleb and Maya. Ophelia knew the lot quite well, though she didn’t place much trust in them.

“So, Priscilla, Ophelia; you two were on lookout yesterday, yeah? Anything exciting happen?” Caleb questioned, whilst digging in a spoonful of mashed potato past his lips, expecting eyes flickering back and forth between the two women.

Ophelia tsked, tapping her fork down against the plate a multitude of times, with a shake of her head. “Nothing worth mentioning. It was rather boring, really.” Priscilla sounded a drastic inhale at this, a palm whacking against her chest, resulting in the gazes settled around the table to snap towards her.

“Boring? Ophelia, I’m offended!” Priscilla jested, giving a faux frown as she wiped an imaginary tear from her pale cheek. Ophelia only snorted her amusement, giving the raven-haired woman a shove to the arm. Maya then leaned forwards, elbows against the table, veering over towards Ophelia with an exuberant hazel glare.

“Ophelia, word is you and Maverick have been canoodling lately. Is it true?” Maya blinked, anticipation swirling amongst her eyes. Ophelia repressed a scoff, opening her mouth to answer; Maya, always the prying one.

Priscilla shot in with a scoff before Ophelia could began to articulate her response, with her bottom lip curled in distaste. “Jesus, Maya, canoodling? What are you, eighty?”

Maya stuck her tongue out towards Priscilla in retort, until Priscilla perked up, with a scoff. “To be honest, it isn’t much of your business, nor anyone’s, Maya.” Priscilla pondered for a few moments, before continuing, “But if you must know, no. Nothing is happening.” Priscilla wasn’t exactly being untruthful, nothing had been happened with Maverick; anymore, that is. Much to Ophelia’s predictions, he had evolved into a self-righteous, conceited prick.

Maya slumped back against her chair, with a defeated frown etched upon her features. Caleb only inclined forth more, intent, inspecting Ophelia with a brisk once-over, as though she wasn’t painfully aware of his leering. Ophelia, set on being post-haste with her meal after the mortifying conversation, eventually wrapped her palms around the border of the ligneous table, pushing her chair backwards with an ear-piercing shriek over the flooring. Disposing of her dishes on the counter by the kitchen, Ophelia strolled from the hall, breathing out an exasperated exhale which had been caught in her chest. Morning continued to stretch on, however the sun was held glistening just below the pearly clouds, reflecting thin beaming rays down against Jackson below, resulting in most surfaces being rather damp with the mixture of the season, and a low mist to hang against the air.

Ophelia sauntered through the extensive streets of Jackson leisurely, savouring the sound of light chatter frolicking past her ears, assorted with people shifting up and down the walkways of the sequestered Jackson to assume their duties of the day. It was a peaceful day, Ophelia noted.

That was, until a sickeningly familiar name was yelled out amongst the tranquil street, breaking the untroubled atmosphere like a vase shattering. The exclamation cut sharply through Ophelia’s demeanour, like a knife to a nimble string, her pupils narrowing as her mouth runs dry and bitter, her throat contracting inwards. “Joel!” Ophelia came to a stuttering pause, her brows immediately furrowing with dubiety.

Ophelia carried herself over by the side of one of the multitude of buildings lining the street, her heart rate kicking up plentifully, causing her abdomen to cramp against itself. She pressed her spine up against the unbearable brick, attempting to calm her breaths, which now came out hastily. It was only a coincidence, yes? Joel wasn’t truly here. He couldn’t be. Ophelia tilted her neck backwards to stare up against the side of the looming buildings above, mind racing with thoughts too hurriedly for her to keep up. Ophelia internally cursed herself for how indisputably she fell into a panic at the mere mention of the cursed man. Jostling up her nerves with an unsavoury scoff, Ophelia took the chance to peek around from the corner of the building, query humming against her glare. Immediate regret flooded around her, stomach churning sickeningly whilst her heart rammed against her chest, much adjacent to a blistering hammer against anvil. Her vision blurred horrendously at the edges, her inhale getting trapped in her throat, adamantly refusing to escape. Ophelia wished she could fold back into herself as she stared over to where the man stood idly, unaware of Ophelia’s presence; set with broad shoulders, unruled brunette hair and a perpetual scowl written along his expression. Joel Miller.

“Maybe forever was a word meant for memories and not people.”

young and beautiful - lana del rey

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