against her will

( OPHELIA. 21. ) to guide someone through the halls of hell is not the same as love.

[ophflamel]

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[matedhq-deactivated20151018]

Her eyebrow arched at the answer. Sawyer was half expecting a lie, but it seemed like the girl wanted to own up to it. Another step closer. “Taken? You were taken too?” That was something the girl hadn’t realized at all. She figured that the girl had put up the spell willingly. Sawyer hesitantly backed down. “Why would they need to keep us safe? What’s out there?”

[ophflamel]

--- “EVERYONE but the hybrids themselves are here against their will. Unfortunately for them, they’re as feared as they are respected among our people; helping them protect humans was not at the top of any of our agendas. Yet,” she paused, taking a moment to gracefully gesture around the room, “here we are.” The girl seemed to be getting closer with each sentence, and as the puddle began to glow even brighter, Ophelia answered her. “Their King.”

[thexdollface-deactivated2017042]

— STARING, as he hears something being knocked on the floor, and it shattered. Moving to help the brunette pick up the pieces. “Careful of the glass.” he said picking up each piece.

[ophflamel]

--- SHE TURNS her head to see an unfamiliar person beside her, undeniably a hybrid because of his heavy scent and lack of panic. She stares for a second, incredibly tense and inexplicably confused at his monotone voice. “Thank you.” She speaks, her tone indifferent, “be careful you don’t cut yourself. The glass is different.”

[ophflamel]

hayley-scott:

“I’m glad your doing okay. I feel angry and sad but mostly the first one I don’t really like to think about it.”

--- DIRECTLY, Ophelia was responsible for this girl’s feelings, and the guilt she was beginning to feel was somewhat overwhelming. “Do you want something to eat?” The words tumbled from her mouth, as if she suddenly lacked a filter, in a sore attempt to console the human in front of her.

[ophflamel]

i’m not used to a dash this active omg someone save me i’m so bad at replies !! it’ll take me a while to get through all the new starters in the tag so if u wanna specifically plot, feel free to like this & i’ll shoot u an ask.

[lunagonzales-deactivated2015062]

“I knew that,” she laughed a little but slipped her hands into the gloves. She tried not to smell them but they did stink and it wasn’t any pleasant scent.  “You always do weird things. I’m glad I don’t even need to try and understand.” She turned to give a kind smile to Ophelia before started to help her.

[ophflamel]

--- RELAXING slightly, Ophelia let out a light laugh as Luna did, nodding slightly at her words. “That comes with the witch territory, unfortunately.” Her tense demeanour, whilst still present, had fallen partially in favour of a positivity she had found difficult to find. The blonde wasn’t one of the bad guys -- at least, specifically -- and her smile was a welcome change from the glares she received from many of the hybrids. “It’s not as difficult as I make it seem. Most of it is just careful practice and plenty of reading.”

[richardstirlings]

a bit suspicious by the long pause she offers , what else can they really take away from him ? his freedom was gone already & he was beginning to doubt if he would ever see his family again . an aura of disinterest is something he is known to radiate but it’s a ruse , one he’s learned too well , ‘ must be something pretty bad if it takes this long . ‘

[ophflamel]

--- SHE OPENS her mouth, as if to correct him, but it proves fruitless -- it was pretty bad -- horrendous, in fact, and Ophelia hadn’t the motivation to lie to the stranger in front of her. “It’s for the hybrids,” she stated, her voice stoic and tinged with annoyance, her emphasis on the last word being sharp and precise, “to charge the barrier.”

[matedhq-deactivated20151018]

Sawyer wasn’t stupid at all, never before had she met a witch. But she didn’t think they were nonexistent– especially if her boyfriend was a hybrid. Listening to the girls’ reply, something clicked in her head. She took a step closer, almost in a threatening way. “So are you responsible for why we can’t leave this damned house?”

[ophflamel]

--- A MISTAKE -- immediately, that was what Ophelia sensed when the girl took a step closer to her, as her aura began to buzz with ferocity and tear at the edges. “Yes.” Her tone was not seeking forgiveness, nor was it weak or fragile; Ophelia was aware of her part in this mess, and she wouldn’t step down from her responsibilities as a witch. “Myself and three others, taken against our will just like you were. If it helps -- I assume the hybrids are desperate to keep you safe, so at least you won’t come to harm.”

[lunagonzales-deactivated2015062]

“Oh no,” Luna cried out slightly and rushed to go and help her instantly. “Can I help you? But… just wanna make sure nothing will blow up instantly when I touch it or anything, right?”

[ophflamel]

--- “UH, ACTUALLY...” Ophelia quickly leaned behind her, grabbing a pair of gloves that were soaked in a strange substance and held a heavy stench of copper. She held them out for Luna, whom she made sure to keep at arms length for her own sake, and nodded. “These are infused, just in case something nasty got in there. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

[remuswtf-deactivated20170127]

Dakota was simply minding her own business, wandering around the cabin. Her fingertips traced the outlines of the staircase banister, completely in her own world until she heard a cry of annoyance. With furrowed eyebrows, she moved towards the commotion and saw one of the witches kneeling on the floor. “Uh… Are you all right?” She asked, bending down so they were at the same level. Dakota began to help the other pick up the item. “What did this poor thing do to you?” She tried to put on a joky tone as she spoke.

[ophflamel]

--- “OH, OH! No, I’m fine, I’m honestly--” And before Ophelia knew it, the hybrid was helping her, and internally the witch tensed. She knew the other meant no harm -- she wasn’t a part of the violent crowd that had forced her into this godforsaken cabin -- but caution was a defense for Ophelia, a defense that was hard to shake. “It didn’t want to get in the magic pot and do what it was supposed to.” Her joke was slightly forced, but the chuckle that followed was genuine.

[elizakade-deactivated20150628]

Eliza stares at the girl openly, not really caring if she gets caught. She doesn’t know where she is, or how she got here, and she’ll be damned if she lets common courtesy get in the way of her seeking information. Unfortunately, she had almost no idea what the girl is talking about, but jumps to help her when the container spills nonetheless. “Not your day, hmm?” She asks almost ironically, because she didn’t think it was anyone’s day in this cabin.

[ophflamel]

--- HER EYES travel upwards to make eye contact with the girl, her distinct staring was something Ophelia had grown used to over her many years, and she was unfazed as she spoke. “I can’t complain, I doubt my day has been any worse than anyone else’s.” With a weak smile, standing up from her kneeling position, she nods towards the kitchen. “Do you need anything? I know it isn’t one-hundred percent comfortable here, but I’m willing to help you settle.”

[matedhq-deactivated20151018]

She blinks at the girl before her, a little amused by her frustration. “What is it that you’re trying to accomplish?” With eyebrows furrowed, she watched Ophelia, not bothered to help. “What the hell is a ward?”

[ophflamel]

--- OPHELIA LOOKED up at the figure stood above her, blowing some hair out of her own face before looking back down to the puddle of liquid, her hands hovering over it with caution. “It’s often something that will help protect, be that a person, an animal, a group of people... A structure...” Ophelia whispered the last two words to herself as she watched the puddle begin to emit a soft glow, “it’s basically a barrier, but wards can be set down in specific places to only be activated at certain times.”

[maisie-morris]

Hayley helped the girl pick up the mess. “Are you alright?”

[ophflamel]

--- “OH, FINE, thank you.” Ophelia flashed a sincere smile at the stranger, feeling a tense awkward sensation rise in the air as the only sound present was that of the clinking pieces of glass. “H-- How are you feeling? About the cabin?”

[richardstirlings]

‘ i haven’t any clue … ‘ there is infact a few thins that do first come to the young man’s mind , but none of them are anything he imagines she could help with . ‘ what is it that you’re doing ? ‘ deciding a change of topic was in order to clear his slowly clouding mind .

[ophflamel]

--- A PAUSE lingers between them before Ophelia answers, taken aback by his sudden interest. “I-- Well,” was honesty the correct course of action? How was she to explain she was strengthening the same spell that they were all currently condemning? She let out a gentle sigh before answering, trying to stay vague. “I’m attempting to correct something, though it’s taking much more time than I have.”

[svnkiissd]

“No, I don’t know anything,” The girl commented quietly, feeling weak, before building her wall up once again. She pushed her shoulders back, starting at the other girl. She towered over her, and Ansley had to keep flicking her eyes up every once and a while to properly make eye contact with her. “What do you mean, Hybrids? What’re Hybrids?” Ansley questioned, a hint of fear on her tone. “No, I swear.”

[ophflamel]

--- “WELL, HERE, let me try and help. Though, it might be a lot to take in, I warn you in advance.” Ophelia was aware of the smaller girl’s willingness to appear strong; it cascaded from her skin in waves that resembled something of an aura, and Ophelia found an ounce of respect rising from her chest. She gestured for the other girl to take a look at the table, and the witch turned to spread out a piece of parchment. “A hybrid is a supernatural being. A mixture between vampire and werewolf,” she paused, trying to gauge the reaction of the other girl, but failed, “the most important thing you need to know is that one of these beings, these hybrids, have formed a special bond with you called imprinting. And that’s why you’re here. The imprint has put you in danger, and we’re trying to keep you safe.”

[ophflamel]

i feel terrible but i’m gonna have to go !! my eyes are practically shut and i don’t want to give you guys and half-assed replies because you’re all wonderful rp’ers who deserve replies that match you !! if you want to plot feel free to hmu or like this, but until tomorrow i’m gone !!

i seriously ly all already, goodnight angels.

[ophflamel]

--- SHE SPEAKS, annoyed at herself and staring down intently at the table in front of her. “That is the third time today I’ve messed up this ward, what’s going wrong?” With a lack of concentration hanging heavy over her thoughts, she reaches out for a container absent-mindedly, knocking it onto the floor and causing her to swear with a hiss under her breath. “Fuck!”, she cries out, falling onto her knees to attempt to clean the mess.