❛ this is the devil’s country. ❜ dorian & ophelia
she’s glad he says it first. ophelia hadn’t been in hollow point for long, but the wrongness of the town had already seeped into her like a chill through rain-soaked clothes. there was no abruptness to it, but a gradual and sneaking feeling, one that crept up on you with time. now that she was hear she felt it all the same.
her grandmother’s amulet was oddly warm against her clavicle, radiating faint heat. it prickled her skin, leaving an unsettled feeling in her gut. she understood the warning, but she knew the dangers that lurked — she knew, and was ready for them. absentminded fingers caressed the stone — sometimes she wondered how many times, how many women had done the same.
hand drop to her sides and she gives him a wry look, lifting the other and effortlessly twirling a ring dagger around her finger before catching it in place.
❛ yep. luckily, that’s what the weapons are for. ❜