Could I maybe have some Ophelia angst?
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Absolutely, darling!
Under the cut!
Ophelia stayed after Thane’s funeral, long after everybody else had left. A small box of his ashes were left on the table at her side, but Ophelia paid it no mind, for her eyes were on the sea.
The stormy, gray sky had twisted the clear waters of the Kal’Morran homeland to the color of ash. The waves rocked and smashed against each other, climbing further and further up the shore. The wind blew, and the thunder clapped and the rain poured, and poured; but Ophelia stayed behind.
She wonders briefly, if all the memories she has of all of them are enough.
Time...erodes. Like water. It takes and pulls and takes and rips everything from your heart and soul. You forget dates, smiles, faces, lovers- can they survive? Will time pluck them from her life, too?
Hope died first, and Ophelia’s found it harder and harder to remember their voice- was it always so high pitched? When Rosalie smiled, did she do it from ear to ear? What was that one joke that Javier said that Ophelia laughed really hard at, all those years ago? Was Sergio as tall as she remembers?
They were real, Ophelia said, demanding that the universe listen, they were real. They lived. They live on in me.
Lightning shattered the sky into millions of pieces, Ophelia’s eyes were reddened, her tears mixing with the heavy rain that had no end. Don’t take them away- don’t take my memories too-
What fresh, new hell is this? To live long enough to feel the memories fade from you?
Valerian smoked and Peter sang and Thane had gentle hands. What color were MC's eyes? Did Hawkeye ever smile?
Ophelia stayed until dark, out on the sandy shores of the Kal'Morran homeland. She was soaked and chilled to bone, her dress all but torn to pieces by the terrible, frigid wind; time meant nothing compared to the memories she was so desperate to recall, scared that for every single one there was, she was misplacing another.
Time ripped them all from her hands; and deep in her heart she knows that time will take them from her mind, too.
Who were they to me?
