#effie.talks

[dissonantdaydream]

where; unknown with; open

ophelia jolted awake with a sharp gasp that quickly turned into a yawn which somewhat obviously could not be restrained nor suppressed. "how long was I out? what time is it?" she glanced around to try and spot a clock or perhaps simply process what lighting the sky had. instead, she mostly just blinked. "where am I?"

[dissonantdaydream]

where; somewhere almost hidden with; open

"about five minutes. why?"

[dissonantdaydream]

where; bubble tea with; @superparadise | felix

the tinkle of little silver bells tied with a cream colored ribbon on the top of the door jamb roused ophelia from a trance like state behind the counter as a stranger walked into the shop. "hey. welcome in." before the customer even ordered, she turned and began the process of mixing a tea concoction. "you're going to lose something very important to you soon, but it's just right behind you." the sentence was ominously vague, especially when spoken with such matter of fact cadence. effie's tone was always somewhat resigned and airy, drowsy. "ask the oldest, the one who's crowned." she advised and nodded. "does that make sense to you? it's going to be six dollars for the tea. oh, I like your shirt."

[dissonantdaydream]

tags for ophelia fairchild.