Ophelia Clarke

[ophelia-clarke]

vincenzo-inendino​:

WHERE: Blossom Boutique WHO: @ophelia-clarke​

Enzo’s brown eyes scanned the clothing rack again, trying to figure out exactly what his girlfriend Olivia would like. He thought maybe buying her some new dresses, since she was growing twice the number of babies initially thought, would be nice for her. However, the male felt somewhat out of his comfort zone in the boutique downtown. He noticed another female nearby, somewhat younger than him but he figured she would help a clueless guy out. “Hi there, don’t mean to bother your shopping, but er, I was hoping I could get an opinion from you, signora.” He asked with a small smile.

Ophelia wasn’t the most frequent shopper. She had accumulated clothes she liked over the years and wore them until they had holes. Shopping for new things tended to cause her anxiety so the risk versus reward of going into a store often didn’t calculate in favor of going out. But, in this instance, she needed something specific that wasn’t already in her closet for a library event. Slowly trying to get in the groove of looking around the boutique, the brunette realized someone was trying to get her attention. Turning around slightly wide eyed she noticed Enzo standing there. At first she was tempted to say there were other better people to ask but he seemed eager for help and a little out of sorts in the store so the librarian didn’t want to wave him off. “Umm, yeah. Yeah. How can I help?”

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maverickdelacruz​:

Where: Library  Who: @ophelia-clarke​

Maverick wasn’t sure how to approach the subject of being paired up for a date with Ophelia. It wasn’t exactly like the two of them were best friends. Sure they were friends with some of the same people, but they in fact weren’t very fond of each other. So the idea of a date was kind of a shock to him. But he decided they needed to pick a time and a date as to when they were going to make it happen. That’s how he ended up at the library on his day away from the bowling alley. Walking up to the desk the girl was at, he half smiled, and half waved. “Hey” he said as he approached her “I forgot how quiet and empty libraries are.” 

As there weren’t many patrons around, Ophelia was taking the free time to get caught up on checking all the returned books, cds, and dvds back into the system at the circulation desk. The activity was fairly repetitive and didn’t require much movement. Over the years it had become a bit of a comfort for her, the same way some people enjoyed the banality of hand washing their dishes or doing laundry. Just a simple task without any real time restrictions or stressors. Lost on the rhythm of the activity, the brunette barely noticed someone approaching the desk and jumped slightly when Maverick spoke up. Turning slightly red with embarrassment for overreacting with surprise, the librarian offered an apologetic smile. “Hi, sorry. I was just lost in thought. How can I help you?” The date hadn’t even come to mind as to why he was at the library in the first place. 

[ophelia-clarke]

professordaneward​:

Who: @fallbrookstarters​

Where :  Outside the Art Museum.

Dane had just finished being a speaker at the art museum and although he had enjoyed speaking on post modernism, he now needed to just take some time off and grab a bite to eat and something to drink.  He finished chatting to the people who had come to the event and then excused himself and left to head out to the garden French restaurant. As he walked out the door he bumped into someone and turned round to apologise and smiled. “ Sorry I didn’t see you there, probably best I put my glasses on.” He said and pulled out his glasses from his chest pocket of his suit and slid them on. “ You ok?”

Although technically her professional school days were over, Ophelia enjoyed taking the time to learn whenever possible. It was that drive that had in part lead to her career in library science. So finding her attending lectures or other speaking events around town wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Nor would anyone be surprised that the brunette’s lack of spatial awareness had led to her colliding with someone. Waving off Dane’s apology, the librarian offered one of her own. “No, no it’s okay. I have a habit of getting underfoot.” She insisted with a polite smile, slightly caught off guard when she realized who it was. “Professor Edwards, I just got done enjoying your post modernism discussion, what a coincidence.” She knew the professor in passing as he came into the library from time to time but they’d never really had much of a specific rapport. 

[ophelia-clarke]

09. the hermit : how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ?

 Is constant self reflection too much? Unfortunately for Ophelia her introspection isn’t always very productive. It can come more in the form over over-analyzing and second guessing rather than a healthy amount of consideration for herself and what has happened and is happening. Arguably she could do with being a touch less introspective. 

[ophelia-clarke]

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12. the hanged man : how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ?

In theory, new opportunities are exciting but the unknown is always an anxiety-inducing factor in Ophelia’s life. If she feels very strongly about something, particularly if it is related to programming for the library or a way to support others she’s more likely to actively try and make things happen. Otherwise, the brunette is fairly content to take what comes or, better yet, avoid opportunity if it seems too daunting.

[liasprompts]

a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot  /  send the corresponding number(s) for headcanons surrounding the given prompts !

00.  the fool  :  what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or  excite them ? 01.  the magician  :  how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ? 02.  the high priestess  :  how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ? 03.  the empress  :  does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ? 04.  the emperor  :  how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ? 05.  the hierophant  :  what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ? 06.  the lovers  :  how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ? 07.  the chariot  :  how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ? 08.  strength  :  how does your muse use their energy ? do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts ? 09.  the hermit  :  how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ? 10.  the wheel of fortune  :  how well / badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals ? 11.  justice  :  does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ? 12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ? 13.  death  :  is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ? 14.  temperance  :  does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them? 15.  the devil  :  is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit ? 16.  the tower  :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ? 17.  the star  :  what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ? 18.  the moon  :  what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ? 19.  the sun  :  in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ? 20.  judgement  :  is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ? 21.  the world  :  is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?

[ophelia-clarke]

Maverick had noticed Ophelia seated up on the concourse. Walking over to her, he took a water. “You okay?” He said taking a seat next to her, scooting the glass of water in front of her. “You want a drink or something?” He said nodding his head towards the direction of the bar. 

Even though it was fairly quiet in the bowling alley, Ophelia didn’t hear Maverick approach until he started to sit down. The brunette looked up, a bit surprised he was willingly engaging in conversation between them but not opposed to it in the moment. “Yeah, fine. Thanks.” The librarian confirmed quietly not prepared for him to ask another question. “Um, I’m good on alcohol but if you have Coke?” Drinking was not something she wanted to add to the equation right now but she was a bit thirsty. “Slow night?”

[ophelia-clarke]

“Okay so another fun library thing is this dog event you’re doing. But, what about the kitties of the world–I feel like they deserve some books too right?” Her lip jutted out as she pouted for the sake of the feline friends in her life. “I know there’s a whole bunch at the shelter that would just love it.”

Ophelia listened attentively and nodded, giving herself a minute to think before she started trying to answer. Of course she understood where Rori was coming from with the suggestion but there was a reason they hadn’t had an event with cats. A few reasons. But the last thing the librarian wanted was to hurt to the woman’s feelings in any way, even unintentionally. “So, I totally agree. Cats are awesome. But, a lot of them don’t particularly like to be held or clung to by children for long periods of time. And we don’t want any cats or kids getting hurt in any way. Plus, all the dogs are certified therapy dogs so they’ve been through training specifically for this sort of thing. I’m not sure if we have any therapy cats in town...”

[ophelia-clarke]

@maverickdelacruz​

Location: Lanes Bowling Alley

Trying to get back into dating, even casually, after being away for a long time was never easy. But Ophelia had bit the bullet and joined a few apps. Tonight she was meeting up with someone for the first time and since they’d suggested bowling the brunette had agreed even though she sucked at it. It was 20 minutes past the time he was supposed to arrive and the librarian was beginning to get frustrated. Seconds later the text came in claiming her date had gotten caught up with work. Sighing to herself, Ophelia took a seat, not ready to head home yet without a minute to process.

[ophelia-clarke]

@mictyler​

Location: Iron Fitness

Ophelia wasn’t exactly what anyone would call a gym rat. She preferred crawling up with a good book over hitting the weights by a mile. Usually her exercise consisted of walking or jogging with Athena. But, being confronted by her pitiful upper body strength trying to move a bookcase at work yesterday had inspired the librarian to give working out a try. The getting dressed and going over to Iron Fitness part had been simple enough but now that she was here...the brunette felt incredibly intimidated. Where should she start?

[ophelia-clarke]

aurorajuniperhargrave​:

She heard about something with dogs at the library and it caught her fancy. So she made her way over to a building that she rarely ever entered. Rori was filled with quite a bit of joy watching the kiddos read to the doggos. But she also thought that her feline friends were missing out. Rori spotted the librarian in an aisle of books and went to the aisle next to it, opening up gaps in the books till she spotted the woman. “Psst, Ophelia.” She chuckled softly to herself between the books in the shelf, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” She whispered out.

@ophelia-clarke​

 Ophelia had stepped away from managing the event for a brief bathroom break and was on her way back over when a whisper from the opposite side of a book shelf made her jump. Letting out a small soft noise of surprise, the brunette whirled around to see Rori, relaxing slightly when she realized nothing was wrong. “It is a pretty fun library thing.” The librarian admitted with a smile and slight nod. “But hi! Yes, how can I help, Rori?”

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abigail-morrison​:

@ophelia-clarke​ ; apartments ; closed

Abigail used to battle with feeling a lone a lot, but now she really was alone and the hopelessness that surrounded her felt too heavy to hold. Her shoulders weren’t strong enough. Things would explode when she tried to fix them. She wasn’t doing things on purpose (or maybe she was and she didn’t want to admit it), but she pushed everyone away. She ruined things with Chelsea. She hated Jay for a different reason now then before. She missed Marcos. She even missed Tia sometimes. She sent a quick text and got in her car, trying to hold herself together until she got to Ophelia and Sloane’s apartment. Abigail wasn’t exactly on speaking terms with Ophelia. They weren’t in a fight or anything like that, but Abigail pushed her away too. She stopped answering calls and texts months ago. She was ashamed of everything and had to drop her head when the door opened. “Can you hug me?” Not can I hug you. Abigail needed her friend this time. There was no reason for Ophelia not to be mad at her and it made Abigail’s voice weaken. 

In the midst of preparing a luxurious meal of Kraft Mac n Cheese a text came in from a number the brunette hadn’t seen pop up on her phone in quiet some time: Abi. Pausing, Ophelia started to reply and then stopped, figuring it was best to wait for saying anything until her friend showed up. It wasn’t long before the knock on the door came and the librarian opened it, a bit unsure how to react when she saw Abigail standing there. Thankfully the decision of what to do was taken away when she asked for a hug. Silently the brunette extended her arms to offer an embrace, uncertain where to go from there. “Do you want to come in?” Was finally all that came to mind.

[ophelia-clarke]

Once he knew that she was okay Wes reached forward to press a few buttons but nothing seemed to work. Not even the call button was working which concerned him a little more than he thought it would. “Must be some kind of power outage?” He questioned with a shrug of his shoulders. “The generator should kick in soon.” Except, it didn’t. A long minute passed and the elevator still wasn’t moving. “Seems like we might be here awhile.” A frustrated huff left his lips as he leaned his back against the elevator. “Come here often?” He questioned with a quiet chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood.

In an attempt to calm herself, Ophelia started mentally listing every author she could think of in alphabetical order. It was working, a little bit but Wes’s assertion they may be stuck indefinitely set back any progress at relaxation the exercises was helping with. Although the brunette wanted to crack a smile or laugh in response, her body was too stiff to cooperate. Instead the librarian managed to shake her head. “No. And um, I don’t think I’ll be planning a return trip any time soon.” It was almost a joke, the best she could do at the moment really. Glancing down at her phone she could see there was no service. “I don’t suppose you’ve got any bars in here?”

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 Watching Ophelia’s face light up as she realized what he was handing her made everything right in the world for Noah again. He knew that their age difference meant they’d never be as close as typical siblings and not to mention, the lack of role model behavior he displayed when they were growing up. However, the man was trying to right his wrongs over the last three years and to this day, his most important relationship to mend was with Ophelia. “I bet you are,” he laughed, shaking his head. He wouldn’t expect anything less from Ophelia. “I can’t say I’d be offended if you left but I am glad you are staying,” he told Ophelia, looking over at the bag she had placed on the table. “You came prepared,” a smile slipped up on his face. “How has work been going for you?”

It felt really good to hear her brother laugh. Noah often played things close to the vest and Ophelia knew life the last stretch of years had been far from easy on him. So seeing him express genuine happiness, and knowing she was part of making that happen in this moment made her feel proud. “I’m me, of course I’m prepared.” The brunette teased lightly. She started to unpack the different dishes from the bag as she listened. “It’s been good, I’m really excited for one of our Valentine’s Day events. We’re bringing in some therapy dogs for kids to read holiday themed books to. I call it: Puppy Love.” The librarian paused for a moment to take a few lids off of containers before looking back up. “What about yours?”

[ophelia-clarke]

She smiled at her as she sloppily poured herself a drink. “Oh, come on. You can stay the night. I don’t mind. I have an amazing guestroom. And if you really wanna go home, I can call Noah and he can come get you.” Maggie said as she poured another glass and slid it towards Ophelia before drinking. “Join me, Phe. Please.” She begged her.

Maggie really seemed interested in having her stay, and in some ways it made sense. At the very least she could make sure her companion had some assistance if she needed to throw up or with getting the kids settled in the morning when the librarian was certain she’d have some kind of hangover. Plus, saying no to people wasn’t Ophelia’s strongest suit. “Okay, okay. I will.” The brunette chuckled, picking the glass up and taking a few sips. “So, what did you get up to on your wild night out?’ She asked jokingly

[ophelia-clarke]

Jack hadn’t really expected anyone to put a lot of money down on his basket, so he had been pleasantly surprised when he found out that someone had. He pulled up, waving back to Ophelia once he spotted her. After parking, he got out and walked over, smiling softly. “Hey! You ready for this?” He asked, jerking his thumb towards the building. “I can’t promise I’ll be able to stay up for an extended amount of time. I’m clumsy and the ground as the advantage of being slippery” He joked

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” Ophelia laughed lightly, following his lead as they pulled the front doors open and stepped inside. “Well, luckily for you, I don’t have the best coordination myself so you’re in very good or very bad company depending on how you look at it.” The librarian admitted, looking over at the rink. “But, I do wanna try getting out of my comfort zone a little more so...here we are.” 

[ophelia-clarke]

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She took the water, but she put it on the table while she continued to search through her purse. As she heard Ophelia’s objections, Maggie shook her head and kept going through her stuff. “Nope. I am paying you.” Finally, she found some cash and handed it to her without counting it; though if one looked, there was at least two hundreds and a few twenties in the wad. “There! Now you’re all paid, but you’re more than welcome to hang out. Oh! We can drink.” She got up and headed towards the kitchen. “What would you like? I have vodka and wine. I think I’m going for vodka.” She said and grabbed the bottle out of the freezer.

Before Ophelia could say anything else Maggie had money out and essentially pushed it into her hands. The last the she wanted to do was upset anyone so the brunette just nodded, making a mental note to try and put the money back before she left or at least stick it on the table. The roller coaster ride continued as she followed the other woman into the kitchen, uncertain as to what to say. “Ummm I....I think I’m okay. I drove here so, you know. But um dont let me stop you.” The librarian doubted she could’ve even if she tried, Maggie was on a tear tonight not that she was judging, if anything she envied her companion’s ability to just let everything go for a bit. Ophelia didn’t know how to do that.