RENNYYYYYYYYYY
I kindly request some Ophelia content for my brain.
"You almost died and you're making jokes?" for my piece of shit MC?
Warning: Arguments, coarse language
The silence was maddening, suffocating, blisteringly heavy as Ophelia slammed open the medbay doors. Her palms stung from the force of skin upon metal, but she ignored it- her accusatory gaze focused solely on you. You jumped at the sound of her fury, causing you to wince in pain at the tenderness of the stitches that were still- aggravatingly- brand new.
"I don't understand," She spits out before you could even greet her, her home-world accent becoming heavier with every passing syllable, "I don't understand you, I don't understand how you're fucking alive, and I don't understand why you want so badly to be fucking-!" Ophelia punctuates her words by slamming her hand on table nearby, "-DEAD!"
It took a moment for you to quell your storm of emotions that felt ready to blow up right back to Ophelia. The chaos of your mind mixed with the physical pain of your shocked laughter, causing you to wheeze, and for Thane to briefly look up at you from his quiet leave at his desk in the corner. Ophelia's eyes widened, the pupils dilating into a dark, inky black. You ignored her shocked expression, and spoke through your heavy breath,
"Do you bitch to every single person who saves your skin, or is this pretty mug the only one you save your whining for?"
"My bitching is reserved for the dumbasses like you who think you're invincible! If you died, the gauntlet would cease functioning, without the gauntlet we have no way of finding the lost city, and no way of stopping them IF- not WHEN- they find it!"
"You know what, Ophelia?" You start, feeling poison drip from your lips and you relish in the way you cannot find a reason to stop yourself, "I'm so goddamn sick and tired of you talking about this stupid-" You pull at the machine engraved into your skin, "-fucking piece of junk! I just saved your fuckin' ass and this is how you pay me back? That's my thanks?"
"You're wrong," You seethe, "I don't want to die. I want you to stop being so fuckin' stupid. We might actually get something done around here than shove me full of tubes in this goddamn shithole of a fuckin' ship!"
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The silence was maddening.
Heavy. Suffocating.
You scratch the stitches that bore into your skin.
"You know," Thane says quietly, the first thing he's said to you in hours after your fight with Ophelia, "you can be a real asshole sometimes, you know that?"
You look down at your skin, your body, your arms and hands. You feel that phantom noose around your neck.
"No," You say, your fingers mindlessly picking at your stitches, your head and heart completely numb, "you think?"