#ophindriel

[singerofmilil]

“And why precisely are you staring, @illindriel?”

[ Awesome dollmaker: link.

@sunlithalo-goldeneyes, thanks for putting it on my dash! <3 ]

[singerofmilil]

At the edge of sleep there comes a series of impressions. A ghostly, chill touch. The soft caress of long, velvety hair against your skin. The sickly stench of rot. Paleness, death, the solemn aura of a graveyard. Intense azure eyes, aloof but calculating. A tender kiss on your lips and a forehead pressed to yours. But when you open your eyes, nothing is there. Nobody is waiting. Nobody is watching. Nobody is reaching out. There is nothing but a haunting, and only that.

It happened sometimes, in the strange and fleeting moments betweendreaming and waking up, at the very edge of somnolent imaginations and consciousness.Sometimes. Last times less often than before but never truly letting go, like itwas a part of her. Maybe it was?

The cold pricked her skin, familiar, comforting. The smell, alarming andmaking her body tense in a trained instinct to fight and to defend herself, tocrawl backwards. A pair of eyes, almond-shaped and shining like sapphires thatwere looking at her, the weight of this gaze pinning her down better than anyspell or physical force. And peace. Despite the goose bumps covering her body,despite the heart hammering in her chest, despite everything inside herscreaming to resist and run – or in truth, becauseof all this – she felt at peace, almost like she it was normal. Almost like he was making her normal.

He kissed her, a pair of dead, cold lips upon her own, gentle andloving, stealing her  breath away andmaking her alive, so furiously alive.

As soon as he pulled out, one word slipped from her lips along with herbreath, one word she never tried to suppress or change it with any differentone. She wouldn’t know how.

“A’maelamin…*”

And in that second, everything dissolved and disappeared. Ophelia’s eyessnapped open.

She was alone, in her room, lying in her bed. It was dark enough to makeit hard to recognize the nearest surroundings. Her chest was raising andfalling, cheeks burned and every cell in her body was burning with the suddenrush of the adrenaline.

She was alive. She felt alive.

She took a deep breath and slowly, slowly, allowed her body to relax.Her limbs quickly went numb and limp. Yes, she was alive.

For how long?

No matter what, she would never change completely. She never would beable to completely control herself. There would eventually come a day when thedice she threw wouldn’t be in her favor and she was going to lose. And thenwhat?

Then, before Kelemvor would take her, she… probably would feel this. That chill. For the last time.

It was the only thing that made the future bearable. But before that…Before that, there were dreams. Oneiric fantasies of moments left behind, long-forgottenor never existing. Always with her. Always in her. Like love that did not want to pass.

Only love could be so cruel.

* a’maelamin – elven language; myBeloved, love of my life

[illindriel]

💜

Send me a 💜 and I’ll fill out

If we kissed?

[] Quickie. [] Tongue. [x] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [x] Long and meaningful. [x] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no.

Would I go out with you?

[x] Yes, definitely. [] No. [x] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [x] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be…

[] Hugging each other. [] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [x] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind.

You are…

[] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [x] All of the above

You + me + room = …

[] Movies. [] Cuddling. [] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [x] Everything. [x] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should…

[] Hit me up. [x] Be mine. [] Marry me. [x] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] be studying

If we got married, I’d…

[] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [x] Smash every day. [x] I would cheat on you. [] Be faithful. [x] Kill you in your sleep [x] We wouldn’t

((You can tell Emolord’s feeling quite a bit of conflict - “I want you”, “I hate you”, “Let me love you”, “Let me kill you”, “Leave me for your own good”, “Leave me because you irritate me”, and he can’t seem to find some middle ground :P))

[illindriel]

“Little Bird, I don’t think—“

“Shhh, you’re dancing just fine!”

// Ophindriel for Valentine’s Day! ♥

On a side note: considering the dollmaker I used to create this and the fact that there’s a full moon today, this practically begs for a Vampire & Werewolf AU. Illindriel as a suspicious vampire boyfriend who uses his powers to spy on Ophelia to learn why this year, she suddenly doesn’t want to spend the Valentine’s night together – only to discover that his sweet, cheerful girlfriend is a werewolf. ^_^

((Still a better love story than twilight ;D))

[illindriel]

[ Ophie’s first reaction when she sees a Shadow Priest Illindriel: “OH, NO! D: They’re getting HOTTER!”. On a scale 1 to 10, how distracting it is to potentially mess up a spell he’s about to flung at her because she secretly hopes it’s gonna be the result. Doesn’t mean her statement is untrue, though. ]

((He might have given up some parts of himself to the Shadow Priesthood, but not all parts. Specifically, he’s got a pair of eyes still to look at Ophelia’s fine self, also a spoiled black little heart to fall for Ophie in the most violent ways, but we’re not getting to the other parts...))

[singerofmilil]

"...You!...”

“It looks like somebody’s been missing his Little Bird~ Awfully.”

(( Oh my, this ship is so ancient. Who still remembers the misadventures of an elven lich and a bard?

I totally forgot that I had this picture prepared for Halloween. The celebration is far away behind us, but the picture can still be posted, hm? ))

[singerofmilil]

(( @servorough I got a very Ophindriel-vibe from it. It plays especially well with Illindriel’s possessiveness and god-like complex.

*looks at what I’ve just written* As you see, my bard has the best loves, hands down. ))

[singerofmilil]

Oceans rise Empires fall We have seen each other through it all And when push Comes to shove I will send a fully armed battalion To remind you of my love

((I’ve just found the ultimate shippy song for Ophelia.

 I don’t know, what’s worse – how many ships of hers it fits or that my Muse apparently considers a fully armed battalion as a legitimate way of flirting.))