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@the-spiraling-artist
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Hellooooooo tHeReeeeee! I am here to help you open your šļøšļø to a different way of seeing youRSelf and the world around you. To lift the SUFFOCATING WEIGHT OF OUR SoCiEtY off your shoulders and cReAtE without fEaR or restrictions. šØ Abandon the rEaLiTy that has kept you captive for FAR TOO MANY yEaRs.Ā
Embrace the freedom of insanity. ā¤ļøšš«
Out of character ā¬ļøĀ
hElLo AmIrA!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS
i brought you a gift :D
@the-spiraling-artist
[Amira seems a bit startled.] Oh, er, thank you! I've never really celebrated Christmas but that's, um, quite kind of you, and a nice distraction from... never mind.
[She glances around.] ...wait, how did you get in here? Did I... forget to lock the door? And, er, have we met...?
Im nothing if not a disRACTion! NIce or nOt :D
and nO! You did nOt forget to lOcK tHe DoOr! I am hERe now, regardless.
oF cOUrse we havenāt mEt, silly! Iāve never seen you before in my LIFE!
[Ophelia proudly holds up a large rectangular gift that is so badly wrapped itās kind of impressive.]
OpEn It!!!!
Sure... [Amira takes the gift and turns it over a few times, looking for a good spot to start peeling back the paper. As she unwraps it, she continues her questioning.]
I'm sorry I didn't get you anything, but of course I wasn't expecting your company. Do you have a name...? You seem to already know mine, after all.
[She's just about finished removing the wrapping paper. A handful of ladybugs have crawled down from her body and across the gift. She moves them gently onto the table.] Let's see...
[Ophelia laughs]
whY wOuLd you have gotten me a gift? You dOnt kNow me!
hmmmm Iāve been finding nAmes more trouble than they are worth as of recently but Ophelia is as good as any!
[When Amira unwraps the gift, she finds a large canvas with a portrait of her face in bright neon pastels. It looks off, not quite her and she finds her mind wandering if she looks at it for too long.]
dO yOu lIke iT?
hElLo AmIrA!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS
i brought you a gift :D
@the-spiraling-artist
[Amira seems a bit startled.] Oh, er, thank you! I've never really celebrated Christmas but that's, um, quite kind of you, and a nice distraction from... never mind.
[She glances around.] ...wait, how did you get in here? Did I... forget to lock the door? And, er, have we met...?
Im nothing if not a disRACTion! NIce or nOt :D
and nO! You did nOt forget to lOcK tHe DoOr! I am hERe now, regardless.
oF cOUrse we havenāt mEt, silly! Iāve never seen you before in my LIFE!
[Ophelia proudly holds up a large rectangular gift that is so badly wrapped itās kind of impressive.]
OpEn It!!!!
hELLo!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! I brought gIfTs :)
hey you look fun. do you wanna spike the alcohol with spiral
I didnāt know that was possible! How deLIGHTFULLY perplexing
Letās do it!
[andrew does fingerguns, and he runs over to the drinks table.]
come on!
wOOOOOOO!
[they run after andrew]
hOw dOeS tHiS wOrK? I have pAiNt! If that helps!
oh, me too! i dunno, just drop it in and mix? thatās what i do.
[andrew goes up to one. he drops paint in and mixes. it doesnāt look any cloudier, or generally like if you poured paint into water, but you canāt tell what color it is and it makes impossible patters.]
you try!
hmmmmm! okAy!
[Ophelia takes out a small watercolor kit, dipping their brush into the already painted alcohol to wet it before running their brush over a few different colors and mixing them into the drink. The drink itself becomes even more of an eyesore, not obviously tampered with at a first glance but hard to look at with its constantly shifting colors. It also has a soft glow to it if you were to stare for long enough]
loooks fantASTICALLY EDIBLE! :D
and definitely legal for me to drink!
[he snickers.]
thisāll be funnn :3
[Ophelia pours herself and Andrew a glass, leaving plenty for any other unsuspecting party goers]
Cheers! :D
hELLo!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! I brought gIfTs :)
hey you look fun. do you wanna spike the alcohol with spiral
I didnāt know that was possible! How deLIGHTFULLY perplexing
Letās do it!
[andrew does fingerguns, and he runs over to the drinks table.]
come on!
wOOOOOOO!
[they run after andrew]
hOw dOeS tHiS wOrK? I have pAiNt! If that helps!
oh, me too! i dunno, just drop it in and mix? thatās what i do.
[andrew goes up to one. he drops paint in and mixes. it doesnāt look any cloudier, or generally like if you poured paint into water, but you canāt tell what color it is and it makes impossible patters.]
you try!
hmmmmm! okAy!
[Ophelia takes out a small watercolor kit, dipping their brush into the already painted alcohol to wet it before running their brush over a few different colors and mixing them into the drink. The drink itself becomes even more of an eyesore, not obviously tampered with at a first glance but hard to look at with its constantly shifting colors. It also has a soft glow to it if you were to stare for long enough]
loooks fantASTICALLY EDIBLE! :D
hELLo!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! I brought gIfTs :)
hey you look fun. do you wanna spike the alcohol with spiral
I didnāt know that was possible! How deLIGHTFULLY perplexing
Letās do it!
can i have some!? i want spiral alcohol :0
Tilllyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!! So wOnderful to see u hereeeeee :D
of course you may have some! Just as soon as itās doneee
hELLo!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! I brought gIfTs :)
hey you look fun. do you wanna spike the alcohol with spiral
I didnāt know that was possible! How deLIGHTFULLY perplexing
Letās do it!
[andrew does fingerguns, and he runs over to the drinks table.]
come on!
wOOOOOOO!
[they run after andrew]
hOw dOeS tHiS wOrK? I have pAiNt! If that helps!
hELLo!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! I brought gIfTs :)
hey you look fun. do you wanna spike the alcohol with spiral
I didnāt know that was possible! How deLIGHTFULLY perplexing
Letās do it!
hELLo!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! I brought gIfTs :)
MAGNUS INSTITUTE CHRISTMAS PARTY!!!
hello fellow enjoyers of tma roleplay! i and several other tma rpers have decided to make a rp event where we all participate in a christmas party taking place at the magnus institute! anyone can join :D
all kinds of posts, whether they be open rps, asks, etc are allowed! however, if you decide to participate, please tag it under #tma christmas party 2025
honestly yall are free to start whenever since itās so close to christmas (or already christmas for others) :D thereās no real time limit for the event tbh, just have fun!!
aaaand shameless promo: we will also be hosting one in our discord (link is the invte) if youād like to join! itās a server focused on tma rp (you donāt have to have an existing tma rp blog to join tho, itās chill) thank you!
[Ophelia balanced a bouquet of dull white and soft blue flowers with one arm as she knocked on the door. After a moment of no response, they walked around the back of the house and pushed open a fogged over window]
hElLo????? IndIA????? Are you in hereeeee?
@the-spiraling-artist
[there is still no response, but the still-running water of the sink implies that she was there a moment ago and simply moved rooms.]
[Determined, Ophelia crosses over to the next window. She wipes the sleeve of her sweater across the cloudy surface to peer inside.]
[as she wipes off the fog, indiaās face is revealed at the window. she looksā¦ more pale than the last time they saw each other. almost more translucent, in a way. like she was close to fading into nothing entirely.
her eyes widen, and she gasps. the window fills with fog once more.]
[ Ophelia squeals and falls back from the window in surprise, clutching her chest as the swirls of color she was trying so hard to dim for this visit return to her skin and hair with a flourish. After a few moments to breathe and smooth back down her twisting hair she pushes the window open and sticks her head and arms inside]
IiiiiiiiindIA?
[eventually, after a very long moment, she emerges, plugging her ears. she says nothing, and can barely look at her, her attention focused on the space to the left of her instead.]
[Ophelia smiles as India comes into sight but it quickly fades into a grimace at the state of her old lover. She tries (and fails) to squeeze through the small window. ]
InDIa! OhhHHhhh itās so good to see you! Are you sIcK? You donāt look too good. Have you been getting enough rEst? Eating enough??? Why are you plugging your eArs like that? Should I be quieter? Is sensitive hearing a symptom of a bug? That sounds just AWfull! Oops. Too loud. Hey honey can you give me a hand here? I think Iām stuck.
[she winces at the initially loud volume, but the whispering seems to calm her a bit. she hesitates, and eventually opens the window fully. still not touching her, but at least giving her room to come in.]
thank youuuuuu
[she wiggles the rest of the way through the window and slumps unceremoniously to the floor]
ouch.
[Ophelia looks up at India and flashes her their best āwinning smileā. In reality, the smile ends up far longer than your usual, socially-acceptable- and - logically- compatible-with-a human-face smile]
Heyyyyyyyyyyy
I broughtā¦ apology flowers?
[india takes the flowers and places them near the sink, presumably to put in a vase later. she remains by the counter, watching ophelia carefully. sheās still silent.]
[After a moment Ophelia awkwardly coughs and keeps talking to fill the silence]
Sooooooooooooooo
I got the cookies. And the note, thank you by the way, so I kinda took that as you telling me it was okay to reach out again and I really really miss you and I wanted to say sORry- sorry- for trying to drag you into all this spiral business with me and not listening when u told me to fuck off and oh shit I'm rambling again aren't I you always hated that uh-
I would like to try. To find compromises so we can make this work again. Or at least see each other every once in a while? I miss you a lOT- a lot.
[sheās still silent for a moment, and ophelia begins to worry she wonāt say anything at all, but just before she tries to talk again, india speaks. her voice is rough, almost unfamiliar, and barely above a whisper.]
..i didnāt send you anything. you sent me those.
[Ophelia pauses for a moment at the sound of her voice and the fact that she was FINALLY speaking before registering what it was she had actually said]
ā¦
huh?
ā¦
i got.. your package. i did not send you anything.
hah uh no
I didnāt send you a package. I mean unless you count that painting from a few months ago but no cookies. You sent me cookies. And a cute little note to go with it.
..no, i..
ā¦ i donāt think either of us sent anything.
then who the fuck did??? And why???
I havenāt talked to anyone for months, besides fOod- sorry- no one who knows about you and I seriously doubt youāve had much of a social life either. No offense, of course, but youāve always liked to be alone and I seriously doubt thatās improved since you disappeared.
the only I can think of is spectre but this kind of stunt seems entirely out of character for themā¦
it .. doesnāt matter.
it must have been a mistake.
so thereās no point in.. this.
goodbye, ophelia.
whAT? NO!
[Ophelia momentarily loses their careful control over their form, bursting into an eyesore of colors and lights before settling back into her more human form and calming herself] gOd, Iām sorry, one moment please
ā¦
I donāt think it matters what made me seek you out. I think it was a sign. Snow Angel, you look horrible. Well, I mean, youāre no less beautiful but youāre fading. How long have you been in isOlAtion?-sorry, isolation. I know the lonely has always had some grip on you but this? This is worrying.
Listen, we donāt have to talk. But can I stay a little longer? We can have tea and you can lend me a book youāve liked recently so we can both read. Or we could go on a sea side walk! If you kept any of my old painting supplies we could paint the ocean like we used to. Orā¦. It is snowing. Do youā¦ heheā¦ š¶do u wanna build a snowmannnnn?š¶
[india looks away as the flash of colors blinds her. eyes closed and ears plugged, she takes a deep breath and swallows.]
ā¦iām fine.
i donātā¦
you and i both know you cannot be quiet for that long.
Let me try?
[They move their hand across their mouth in a zipping motion, turn the ākeyā, and then mime eating said key before looking up at India with a small smile]
[she bites the inside of her lip, clearly having a rather intense internal battle. sheās silent, but itās clear sheās thinking, rather than ignoring her.]
[Ophelia stays where she is and stays silent as she waits for a response]
ā¦ā¦.
one walk along the ocean.
no second chances.
no trying to āsave meā.
itās just a walk.
[Opheliaās eyes light up in the less literal sense and they slowly make their way to the door, handing India the jacket hung up next to it as an old habit from when theyād taken this walk in the early mornings all those years back]
[she looks at ophelia for a long moment before taking the jacket and putting it on, pulling the hood so tightly that only her eyes are visible before they walk out.]
[Ophelia slows her pace to match Indiaās so they can walk next to each other, fighting the instinct to hold her hand in order to give her space to breathe. They make their way down the pathway that leads to the shore, the sea itself dull in response to the gray sky looming over it.]
[she's quiet as they walk, looking out towards the sea instead of at ophelia. eventually, they reach the shore, and india stops, her gaze still fixed on the crashing waves. she almost looks like she's longing for them to come closer.]
[After they walk about half way across the span of easily accessible beach she crouches down to pick up a few flat round stones. She stands again, flashing India a smug look, and then confidently throws the rocks into the water in a sad attempt to skip them. She then proceeds to walk as if nothing happened, pride thoroughly wounded]
[india used to laugh at those kinds of things, but she doesn't now, just walking beside her.]
... if there's something you want to talk about, don't wait for me to start the conversation.
[Ophelia stubbornly shakes her head, pressing her finger to lips to communicate that she intends to stay quiet just liked she promised. Ophelia was never one to give up when she set herself to a goal, even a goal as mundane as a silent walk.]
hm.
ā¦alright.
[they continue to walk.]
[The rest of the walk is peaceful, Opheliaās nervous energy melting away with the comforting sounds of the rise and fall of the tide and of the feet beside theirs. True to their word, they do manage to stay completely silent for the half hour or so it takes to cross the length of the beach and walk back to the house.]
[india walks back into the house, not quite signifying whether or not she wants ophelia to follow her in.]
[Ophelia follows silent, all the way to the door. She stops right outside it.]
That walk was just as beautiful as I remember it. Itās such a contrast to what my life looks like nowadays. I mean, this place feels so empty but I think I missed it. I definitely missed you.
[Ophelia balanced a bouquet of dull white and soft blue flowers with one arm as she knocked on the door. After a moment of no response, they walked around the back of the house and pushed open a fogged over window]
hElLo????? IndIA????? Are you in hereeeee?
@the-spiraling-artist
[there is still no response, but the still-running water of the sink implies that she was there a moment ago and simply moved rooms.]
[Determined, Ophelia crosses over to the next window. She wipes the sleeve of her sweater across the cloudy surface to peer inside.]
[as she wipes off the fog, indiaās face is revealed at the window. she looksā¦ more pale than the last time they saw each other. almost more translucent, in a way. like she was close to fading into nothing entirely.
her eyes widen, and she gasps. the window fills with fog once more.]
[ Ophelia squeals and falls back from the window in surprise, clutching her chest as the swirls of color she was trying so hard to dim for this visit return to her skin and hair with a flourish. After a few moments to breathe and smooth back down her twisting hair she pushes the window open and sticks her head and arms inside]
IiiiiiiiindIA?
[eventually, after a very long moment, she emerges, plugging her ears. she says nothing, and can barely look at her, her attention focused on the space to the left of her instead.]
[Ophelia smiles as India comes into sight but it quickly fades into a grimace at the state of her old lover. She tries (and fails) to squeeze through the small window. ]
InDIa! OhhHHhhh itās so good to see you! Are you sIcK? You donāt look too good. Have you been getting enough rEst? Eating enough??? Why are you plugging your eArs like that? Should I be quieter? Is sensitive hearing a symptom of a bug? That sounds just AWfull! Oops. Too loud. Hey honey can you give me a hand here? I think Iām stuck.
[she winces at the initially loud volume, but the whispering seems to calm her a bit. she hesitates, and eventually opens the window fully. still not touching her, but at least giving her room to come in.]
thank youuuuuu
[she wiggles the rest of the way through the window and slumps unceremoniously to the floor]
ouch.
[Ophelia looks up at India and flashes her their best āwinning smileā. In reality, the smile ends up far longer than your usual, socially-acceptable- and - logically- compatible-with-a human-face smile]
Heyyyyyyyyyyy
I broughtā¦ apology flowers?
[india takes the flowers and places them near the sink, presumably to put in a vase later. she remains by the counter, watching ophelia carefully. sheās still silent.]
[After a moment Ophelia awkwardly coughs and keeps talking to fill the silence]
Sooooooooooooooo
I got the cookies. And the note, thank you by the way, so I kinda took that as you telling me it was okay to reach out again and I really really miss you and I wanted to say sORry- sorry- for trying to drag you into all this spiral business with me and not listening when u told me to fuck off and oh shit I'm rambling again aren't I you always hated that uh-
I would like to try. To find compromises so we can make this work again. Or at least see each other every once in a while? I miss you a lOT- a lot.
[sheās still silent for a moment, and ophelia begins to worry she wonāt say anything at all, but just before she tries to talk again, india speaks. her voice is rough, almost unfamiliar, and barely above a whisper.]
..i didnāt send you anything. you sent me those.
[Ophelia pauses for a moment at the sound of her voice and the fact that she was FINALLY speaking before registering what it was she had actually said]
ā¦
huh?
ā¦
i got.. your package. i did not send you anything.
hah uh no
I didnāt send you a package. I mean unless you count that painting from a few months ago but no cookies. You sent me cookies. And a cute little note to go with it.
..no, i..
ā¦ i donāt think either of us sent anything.
then who the fuck did??? And why???
I havenāt talked to anyone for months, besides fOod- sorry- no one who knows about you and I seriously doubt youāve had much of a social life either. No offense, of course, but youāve always liked to be alone and I seriously doubt thatās improved since you disappeared.
the only I can think of is spectre but this kind of stunt seems entirely out of character for themā¦
it .. doesnāt matter.
it must have been a mistake.
so thereās no point in.. this.
goodbye, ophelia.
whAT? NO!
[Ophelia momentarily loses their careful control over their form, bursting into an eyesore of colors and lights before settling back into her more human form and calming herself] gOd, Iām sorry, one moment please
ā¦
I donāt think it matters what made me seek you out. I think it was a sign. Snow Angel, you look horrible. Well, I mean, youāre no less beautiful but youāre fading. How long have you been in isOlAtion?-sorry, isolation. I know the lonely has always had some grip on you but this? This is worrying.
Listen, we donāt have to talk. But can I stay a little longer? We can have tea and you can lend me a book youāve liked recently so we can both read. Or we could go on a sea side walk! If you kept any of my old painting supplies we could paint the ocean like we used to. Orā¦. It is snowing. Do youā¦ heheā¦ š¶do u wanna build a snowmannnnn?š¶
[india looks away as the flash of colors blinds her. eyes closed and ears plugged, she takes a deep breath and swallows.]
ā¦iām fine.
i donātā¦
you and i both know you cannot be quiet for that long.
Let me try?
[They move their hand across their mouth in a zipping motion, turn the ākeyā, and then mime eating said key before looking up at India with a small smile]
[she bites the inside of her lip, clearly having a rather intense internal battle. sheās silent, but itās clear sheās thinking, rather than ignoring her.]
[Ophelia stays where she is and stays silent as she waits for a response]
ā¦ā¦.
one walk along the ocean.
no second chances.
no trying to āsave meā.
itās just a walk.
[Opheliaās eyes light up in the less literal sense and they slowly make their way to the door, handing India the jacket hung up next to it as an old habit from when theyād taken this walk in the early mornings all those years back]
[she looks at ophelia for a long moment before taking the jacket and putting it on, pulling the hood so tightly that only her eyes are visible before they walk out.]
[Ophelia slows her pace to match Indiaās so they can walk next to each other, fighting the instinct to hold her hand in order to give her space to breathe. They make their way down the pathway that leads to the shore, the sea itself dull in response to the gray sky looming over it.]
[she's quiet as they walk, looking out towards the sea instead of at ophelia. eventually, they reach the shore, and india stops, her gaze still fixed on the crashing waves. she almost looks like she's longing for them to come closer.]
[After they walk about half way across the span of easily accessible beach she crouches down to pick up a few flat round stones. She stands again, flashing India a smug look, and then confidently throws the rocks into the water in a sad attempt to skip them. She then proceeds to walk as if nothing happened, pride thoroughly wounded]
[india used to laugh at those kinds of things, but she doesn't now, just walking beside her.]
... if there's something you want to talk about, don't wait for me to start the conversation.
[Ophelia stubbornly shakes her head, pressing her finger to lips to communicate that she intends to stay quiet just liked she promised. Ophelia was never one to give up when she set herself to a goal, even a goal as mundane as a silent walk.]
hm.
ā¦alright.
[they continue to walk.]
[The rest of the walk is peaceful, Opheliaās nervous energy melting away with the comforting sounds of the rise and fall of the tide and of the feet beside theirs. True to their word, they do manage to stay completely silent for the half hour or so it takes to cross the length of the beach and walk back to the house.]
[Ophelia balanced a bouquet of dull white and soft blue flowers with one arm as she knocked on the door. After a moment of no response, they walked around the back of the house and pushed open a fogged over window]
hElLo????? IndIA????? Are you in hereeeee?
@the-spiraling-artist
[there is still no response, but the still-running water of the sink implies that she was there a moment ago and simply moved rooms.]
[Determined, Ophelia crosses over to the next window. She wipes the sleeve of her sweater across the cloudy surface to peer inside.]
[as she wipes off the fog, indiaās face is revealed at the window. she looksā¦ more pale than the last time they saw each other. almost more translucent, in a way. like she was close to fading into nothing entirely.
her eyes widen, and she gasps. the window fills with fog once more.]
[ Ophelia squeals and falls back from the window in surprise, clutching her chest as the swirls of color she was trying so hard to dim for this visit return to her skin and hair with a flourish. After a few moments to breathe and smooth back down her twisting hair she pushes the window open and sticks her head and arms inside]
IiiiiiiiindIA?
[eventually, after a very long moment, she emerges, plugging her ears. she says nothing, and can barely look at her, her attention focused on the space to the left of her instead.]
[Ophelia smiles as India comes into sight but it quickly fades into a grimace at the state of her old lover. She tries (and fails) to squeeze through the small window. ]
InDIa! OhhHHhhh itās so good to see you! Are you sIcK? You donāt look too good. Have you been getting enough rEst? Eating enough??? Why are you plugging your eArs like that? Should I be quieter? Is sensitive hearing a symptom of a bug? That sounds just AWfull! Oops. Too loud. Hey honey can you give me a hand here? I think Iām stuck.
[she winces at the initially loud volume, but the whispering seems to calm her a bit. she hesitates, and eventually opens the window fully. still not touching her, but at least giving her room to come in.]
thank youuuuuu
[she wiggles the rest of the way through the window and slumps unceremoniously to the floor]
ouch.
[Ophelia looks up at India and flashes her their best āwinning smileā. In reality, the smile ends up far longer than your usual, socially-acceptable- and - logically- compatible-with-a human-face smile]
Heyyyyyyyyyyy
I broughtā¦ apology flowers?
[india takes the flowers and places them near the sink, presumably to put in a vase later. she remains by the counter, watching ophelia carefully. sheās still silent.]
[After a moment Ophelia awkwardly coughs and keeps talking to fill the silence]
Sooooooooooooooo
I got the cookies. And the note, thank you by the way, so I kinda took that as you telling me it was okay to reach out again and I really really miss you and I wanted to say sORry- sorry- for trying to drag you into all this spiral business with me and not listening when u told me to fuck off and oh shit I'm rambling again aren't I you always hated that uh-
I would like to try. To find compromises so we can make this work again. Or at least see each other every once in a while? I miss you a lOT- a lot.
[sheās still silent for a moment, and ophelia begins to worry she wonāt say anything at all, but just before she tries to talk again, india speaks. her voice is rough, almost unfamiliar, and barely above a whisper.]
..i didnāt send you anything. you sent me those.
[Ophelia pauses for a moment at the sound of her voice and the fact that she was FINALLY speaking before registering what it was she had actually said]
ā¦
huh?
ā¦
i got.. your package. i did not send you anything.
hah uh no
I didnāt send you a package. I mean unless you count that painting from a few months ago but no cookies. You sent me cookies. And a cute little note to go with it.
..no, i..
ā¦ i donāt think either of us sent anything.
then who the fuck did??? And why???
I havenāt talked to anyone for months, besides fOod- sorry- no one who knows about you and I seriously doubt youāve had much of a social life either. No offense, of course, but youāve always liked to be alone and I seriously doubt thatās improved since you disappeared.
the only I can think of is spectre but this kind of stunt seems entirely out of character for themā¦
it .. doesnāt matter.
it must have been a mistake.
so thereās no point in.. this.
goodbye, ophelia.
whAT? NO!
[Ophelia momentarily loses their careful control over their form, bursting into an eyesore of colors and lights before settling back into her more human form and calming herself] gOd, Iām sorry, one moment please
ā¦
I donāt think it matters what made me seek you out. I think it was a sign. Snow Angel, you look horrible. Well, I mean, youāre no less beautiful but youāre fading. How long have you been in isOlAtion?-sorry, isolation. I know the lonely has always had some grip on you but this? This is worrying.
Listen, we donāt have to talk. But can I stay a little longer? We can have tea and you can lend me a book youāve liked recently so we can both read. Or we could go on a sea side walk! If you kept any of my old painting supplies we could paint the ocean like we used to. Orā¦. It is snowing. Do youā¦ heheā¦ š¶do u wanna build a snowmannnnn?š¶
[india looks away as the flash of colors blinds her. eyes closed and ears plugged, she takes a deep breath and swallows.]
ā¦iām fine.
i donātā¦
you and i both know you cannot be quiet for that long.
Let me try?
[They move their hand across their mouth in a zipping motion, turn the ākeyā, and then mime eating said key before looking up at India with a small smile]
[she bites the inside of her lip, clearly having a rather intense internal battle. sheās silent, but itās clear sheās thinking, rather than ignoring her.]
[Ophelia stays where she is and stays silent as she waits for a response]
ā¦ā¦.
one walk along the ocean.
no second chances.
no trying to āsave meā.
itās just a walk.
[Opheliaās eyes light up in the less literal sense and they slowly make their way to the door, handing India the jacket hung up next to it as an old habit from when theyād taken this walk in the early mornings all those years back]
[she looks at ophelia for a long moment before taking the jacket and putting it on, pulling the hood so tightly that only her eyes are visible before they walk out.]
[Ophelia slows her pace to match Indiaās so they can walk next to each other, fighting the instinct to hold her hand in order to give her space to breathe. They make their way down the pathway that leads to the shore, the sea itself dull in response to the gray sky looming over it.]
[she's quiet as they walk, looking out towards the sea instead of at ophelia. eventually, they reach the shore, and india stops, her gaze still fixed on the crashing waves. she almost looks like she's longing for them to come closer.]
[After they walk about half way across the span of easily accessible beach she crouches down to pick up a few flat round stones. She stands again, flashing India a smug look, and then confidently throws the rocks into the water in a sad attempt to skip them. She then proceeds to walk as if nothing happened, pride thoroughly wounded]
[india used to laugh at those kinds of things, but she doesn't now, just walking beside her.]
... if there's something you want to talk about, don't wait for me to start the conversation.
[Ophelia stubbornly shakes her head, pressing her finger to lips to communicate that she intends to stay quiet just liked she promised. Ophelia was never one to give up when she set herself to a goal, even a goal as mundane as a silent walk.]
[Ophelia balanced a bouquet of dull white and soft blue flowers with one arm as she knocked on the door. After a moment of no response, they walked around the back of the house and pushed open a fogged over window]
hElLo????? IndIA????? Are you in hereeeee?
@the-spiraling-artist
[there is still no response, but the still-running water of the sink implies that she was there a moment ago and simply moved rooms.]
[Determined, Ophelia crosses over to the next window. She wipes the sleeve of her sweater across the cloudy surface to peer inside.]
[as she wipes off the fog, indiaās face is revealed at the window. she looksā¦ more pale than the last time they saw each other. almost more translucent, in a way. like she was close to fading into nothing entirely.
her eyes widen, and she gasps. the window fills with fog once more.]
[ Ophelia squeals and falls back from the window in surprise, clutching her chest as the swirls of color she was trying so hard to dim for this visit return to her skin and hair with a flourish. After a few moments to breathe and smooth back down her twisting hair she pushes the window open and sticks her head and arms inside]
IiiiiiiiindIA?
[eventually, after a very long moment, she emerges, plugging her ears. she says nothing, and can barely look at her, her attention focused on the space to the left of her instead.]
[Ophelia smiles as India comes into sight but it quickly fades into a grimace at the state of her old lover. She tries (and fails) to squeeze through the small window. ]
InDIa! OhhHHhhh itās so good to see you! Are you sIcK? You donāt look too good. Have you been getting enough rEst? Eating enough??? Why are you plugging your eArs like that? Should I be quieter? Is sensitive hearing a symptom of a bug? That sounds just AWfull! Oops. Too loud. Hey honey can you give me a hand here? I think Iām stuck.
[she winces at the initially loud volume, but the whispering seems to calm her a bit. she hesitates, and eventually opens the window fully. still not touching her, but at least giving her room to come in.]
thank youuuuuu
[she wiggles the rest of the way through the window and slumps unceremoniously to the floor]
ouch.
[Ophelia looks up at India and flashes her their best āwinning smileā. In reality, the smile ends up far longer than your usual, socially-acceptable- and - logically- compatible-with-a human-face smile]
Heyyyyyyyyyyy
I broughtā¦ apology flowers?
[india takes the flowers and places them near the sink, presumably to put in a vase later. she remains by the counter, watching ophelia carefully. sheās still silent.]
[After a moment Ophelia awkwardly coughs and keeps talking to fill the silence]
Sooooooooooooooo
I got the cookies. And the note, thank you by the way, so I kinda took that as you telling me it was okay to reach out again and I really really miss you and I wanted to say sORry- sorry- for trying to drag you into all this spiral business with me and not listening when u told me to fuck off and oh shit I'm rambling again aren't I you always hated that uh-
I would like to try. To find compromises so we can make this work again. Or at least see each other every once in a while? I miss you a lOT- a lot.
[sheās still silent for a moment, and ophelia begins to worry she wonāt say anything at all, but just before she tries to talk again, india speaks. her voice is rough, almost unfamiliar, and barely above a whisper.]
..i didnāt send you anything. you sent me those.
[Ophelia pauses for a moment at the sound of her voice and the fact that she was FINALLY speaking before registering what it was she had actually said]
ā¦
huh?
ā¦
i got.. your package. i did not send you anything.
hah uh no
I didnāt send you a package. I mean unless you count that painting from a few months ago but no cookies. You sent me cookies. And a cute little note to go with it.
..no, i..
ā¦ i donāt think either of us sent anything.
then who the fuck did??? And why???
I havenāt talked to anyone for months, besides fOod- sorry- no one who knows about you and I seriously doubt youāve had much of a social life either. No offense, of course, but youāve always liked to be alone and I seriously doubt thatās improved since you disappeared.
the only I can think of is spectre but this kind of stunt seems entirely out of character for themā¦
it .. doesnāt matter.
it must have been a mistake.
so thereās no point in.. this.
goodbye, ophelia.
whAT? NO!
[Ophelia momentarily loses their careful control over their form, bursting into an eyesore of colors and lights before settling back into her more human form and calming herself] gOd, Iām sorry, one moment please
ā¦
I donāt think it matters what made me seek you out. I think it was a sign. Snow Angel, you look horrible. Well, I mean, youāre no less beautiful but youāre fading. How long have you been in isOlAtion?-sorry, isolation. I know the lonely has always had some grip on you but this? This is worrying.
Listen, we donāt have to talk. But can I stay a little longer? We can have tea and you can lend me a book youāve liked recently so we can both read. Or we could go on a sea side walk! If you kept any of my old painting supplies we could paint the ocean like we used to. Orā¦. It is snowing. Do youā¦ heheā¦ š¶do u wanna build a snowmannnnn?š¶
[india looks away as the flash of colors blinds her. eyes closed and ears plugged, she takes a deep breath and swallows.]
ā¦iām fine.
i donātā¦
you and i both know you cannot be quiet for that long.
Let me try?
[They move their hand across their mouth in a zipping motion, turn the ākeyā, and then mime eating said key before looking up at India with a small smile]
[she bites the inside of her lip, clearly having a rather intense internal battle. sheās silent, but itās clear sheās thinking, rather than ignoring her.]
[Ophelia stays where she is and stays silent as she waits for a response]
ā¦ā¦.
one walk along the ocean.
no second chances.
no trying to āsave meā.
itās just a walk.
[Opheliaās eyes light up in the less literal sense and they slowly make their way to the door, handing India the jacket hung up next to it as an old habit from when theyād taken this walk in the early mornings all those years back]
[she looks at ophelia for a long moment before taking the jacket and putting it on, pulling the hood so tightly that only her eyes are visible before they walk out.]
[Ophelia slows her pace to match Indiaās so they can walk next to each other, fighting the instinct to hold her hand in order to give her space to breathe. They make their way down the pathway that leads to the shore, the sea itself dull in response to the gray sky looming over it.]
[she's quiet as they walk, looking out towards the sea instead of at ophelia. eventually, they reach the shore, and india stops, her gaze still fixed on the crashing waves. she almost looks like she's longing for them to come closer.]
[After they walk about half way across the span of easily accessible beach she crouches down to pick up a few flat round stones. She stands again, flashing India a smug look, and then confidently throws the rocks into the water in a sad attempt to skip them. She then proceeds to walk as if nothing happened, pride thoroughly wounded]
[Ophelia balanced a bouquet of dull white and soft blue flowers with one arm as she knocked on the door. After a moment of no response, they walked around the back of the house and pushed open a fogged over window]
hElLo????? IndIA????? Are you in hereeeee?
@the-spiraling-artist
[there is still no response, but the still-running water of the sink implies that she was there a moment ago and simply moved rooms.]
[Determined, Ophelia crosses over to the next window. She wipes the sleeve of her sweater across the cloudy surface to peer inside.]
[as she wipes off the fog, indiaās face is revealed at the window. she looksā¦ more pale than the last time they saw each other. almost more translucent, in a way. like she was close to fading into nothing entirely.
her eyes widen, and she gasps. the window fills with fog once more.]
[ Ophelia squeals and falls back from the window in surprise, clutching her chest as the swirls of color she was trying so hard to dim for this visit return to her skin and hair with a flourish. After a few moments to breathe and smooth back down her twisting hair she pushes the window open and sticks her head and arms inside]
IiiiiiiiindIA?
[eventually, after a very long moment, she emerges, plugging her ears. she says nothing, and can barely look at her, her attention focused on the space to the left of her instead.]
[Ophelia smiles as India comes into sight but it quickly fades into a grimace at the state of her old lover. She tries (and fails) to squeeze through the small window. ]
InDIa! OhhHHhhh itās so good to see you! Are you sIcK? You donāt look too good. Have you been getting enough rEst? Eating enough??? Why are you plugging your eArs like that? Should I be quieter? Is sensitive hearing a symptom of a bug? That sounds just AWfull! Oops. Too loud. Hey honey can you give me a hand here? I think Iām stuck.
[she winces at the initially loud volume, but the whispering seems to calm her a bit. she hesitates, and eventually opens the window fully. still not touching her, but at least giving her room to come in.]
thank youuuuuu
[she wiggles the rest of the way through the window and slumps unceremoniously to the floor]
ouch.
[Ophelia looks up at India and flashes her their best āwinning smileā. In reality, the smile ends up far longer than your usual, socially-acceptable- and - logically- compatible-with-a human-face smile]
Heyyyyyyyyyyy
I broughtā¦ apology flowers?
[india takes the flowers and places them near the sink, presumably to put in a vase later. she remains by the counter, watching ophelia carefully. sheās still silent.]
[After a moment Ophelia awkwardly coughs and keeps talking to fill the silence]
Sooooooooooooooo
I got the cookies. And the note, thank you by the way, so I kinda took that as you telling me it was okay to reach out again and I really really miss you and I wanted to say sORry- sorry- for trying to drag you into all this spiral business with me and not listening when u told me to fuck off and oh shit I'm rambling again aren't I you always hated that uh-
I would like to try. To find compromises so we can make this work again. Or at least see each other every once in a while? I miss you a lOT- a lot.
[sheās still silent for a moment, and ophelia begins to worry she wonāt say anything at all, but just before she tries to talk again, india speaks. her voice is rough, almost unfamiliar, and barely above a whisper.]
..i didnāt send you anything. you sent me those.
[Ophelia pauses for a moment at the sound of her voice and the fact that she was FINALLY speaking before registering what it was she had actually said]
ā¦
huh?
ā¦
i got.. your package. i did not send you anything.
hah uh no
I didnāt send you a package. I mean unless you count that painting from a few months ago but no cookies. You sent me cookies. And a cute little note to go with it.
..no, i..
ā¦ i donāt think either of us sent anything.
then who the fuck did??? And why???
I havenāt talked to anyone for months, besides fOod- sorry- no one who knows about you and I seriously doubt youāve had much of a social life either. No offense, of course, but youāve always liked to be alone and I seriously doubt thatās improved since you disappeared.
the only I can think of is spectre but this kind of stunt seems entirely out of character for themā¦
it .. doesnāt matter.
it must have been a mistake.
so thereās no point in.. this.
goodbye, ophelia.
whAT? NO!
[Ophelia momentarily loses their careful control over their form, bursting into an eyesore of colors and lights before settling back into her more human form and calming herself] gOd, Iām sorry, one moment please
ā¦
I donāt think it matters what made me seek you out. I think it was a sign. Snow Angel, you look horrible. Well, I mean, youāre no less beautiful but youāre fading. How long have you been in isOlAtion?-sorry, isolation. I know the lonely has always had some grip on you but this? This is worrying.
Listen, we donāt have to talk. But can I stay a little longer? We can have tea and you can lend me a book youāve liked recently so we can both read. Or we could go on a sea side walk! If you kept any of my old painting supplies we could paint the ocean like we used to. Orā¦. It is snowing. Do youā¦ heheā¦ š¶do u wanna build a snowmannnnn?š¶
[india looks away as the flash of colors blinds her. eyes closed and ears plugged, she takes a deep breath and swallows.]
ā¦iām fine.
i donātā¦
you and i both know you cannot be quiet for that long.
Let me try?
[They move their hand across their mouth in a zipping motion, turn the ākeyā, and then mime eating said key before looking up at India with a small smile]
[she bites the inside of her lip, clearly having a rather intense internal battle. sheās silent, but itās clear sheās thinking, rather than ignoring her.]
[Ophelia stays where she is and stays silent as she waits for a response]
ā¦ā¦.
one walk along the ocean.
no second chances.
no trying to āsave meā.
itās just a walk.
[Opheliaās eyes light up in the less literal sense and they slowly make their way to the door, handing India the jacket hung up next to it as an old habit from when theyād taken this walk in the early mornings all those years back]
[she looks at ophelia for a long moment before taking the jacket and putting it on, pulling the hood so tightly that only her eyes are visible before they walk out.]
[Ophelia slows her pace to match Indiaās so they can walk next to each other, fighting the instinct to hold her hand in order to give her space to breathe. They make their way down the pathway that leads to the shore, the sea itself dull in response to the gray sky looming over it.]
[Ophelia balanced a bouquet of dull white and soft blue flowers with one arm as she knocked on the door. After a moment of no response, they walked around the back of the house and pushed open a fogged over window]
hElLo????? IndIA????? Are you in hereeeee?
@the-spiraling-artist
[there is still no response, but the still-running water of the sink implies that she was there a moment ago and simply moved rooms.]
[Determined, Ophelia crosses over to the next window. She wipes the sleeve of her sweater across the cloudy surface to peer inside.]
[as she wipes off the fog, indiaās face is revealed at the window. she looksā¦ more pale than the last time they saw each other. almost more translucent, in a way. like she was close to fading into nothing entirely.
her eyes widen, and she gasps. the window fills with fog once more.]
[ Ophelia squeals and falls back from the window in surprise, clutching her chest as the swirls of color she was trying so hard to dim for this visit return to her skin and hair with a flourish. After a few moments to breathe and smooth back down her twisting hair she pushes the window open and sticks her head and arms inside]
IiiiiiiiindIA?
[eventually, after a very long moment, she emerges, plugging her ears. she says nothing, and can barely look at her, her attention focused on the space to the left of her instead.]
[Ophelia smiles as India comes into sight but it quickly fades into a grimace at the state of her old lover. She tries (and fails) to squeeze through the small window. ]
InDIa! OhhHHhhh itās so good to see you! Are you sIcK? You donāt look too good. Have you been getting enough rEst? Eating enough??? Why are you plugging your eArs like that? Should I be quieter? Is sensitive hearing a symptom of a bug? That sounds just AWfull! Oops. Too loud. Hey honey can you give me a hand here? I think Iām stuck.
[she winces at the initially loud volume, but the whispering seems to calm her a bit. she hesitates, and eventually opens the window fully. still not touching her, but at least giving her room to come in.]
thank youuuuuu
[she wiggles the rest of the way through the window and slumps unceremoniously to the floor]
ouch.
[Ophelia looks up at India and flashes her their best āwinning smileā. In reality, the smile ends up far longer than your usual, socially-acceptable- and - logically- compatible-with-a human-face smile]
Heyyyyyyyyyyy
I broughtā¦ apology flowers?
[india takes the flowers and places them near the sink, presumably to put in a vase later. she remains by the counter, watching ophelia carefully. sheās still silent.]
[After a moment Ophelia awkwardly coughs and keeps talking to fill the silence]
Sooooooooooooooo
I got the cookies. And the note, thank you by the way, so I kinda took that as you telling me it was okay to reach out again and I really really miss you and I wanted to say sORry- sorry- for trying to drag you into all this spiral business with me and not listening when u told me to fuck off and oh shit I'm rambling again aren't I you always hated that uh-
I would like to try. To find compromises so we can make this work again. Or at least see each other every once in a while? I miss you a lOT- a lot.
[sheās still silent for a moment, and ophelia begins to worry she wonāt say anything at all, but just before she tries to talk again, india speaks. her voice is rough, almost unfamiliar, and barely above a whisper.]
..i didnāt send you anything. you sent me those.
[Ophelia pauses for a moment at the sound of her voice and the fact that she was FINALLY speaking before registering what it was she had actually said]
ā¦
huh?
ā¦
i got.. your package. i did not send you anything.
hah uh no
I didnāt send you a package. I mean unless you count that painting from a few months ago but no cookies. You sent me cookies. And a cute little note to go with it.
..no, i..
ā¦ i donāt think either of us sent anything.
then who the fuck did??? And why???
I havenāt talked to anyone for months, besides fOod- sorry- no one who knows about you and I seriously doubt youāve had much of a social life either. No offense, of course, but youāve always liked to be alone and I seriously doubt thatās improved since you disappeared.
the only I can think of is spectre but this kind of stunt seems entirely out of character for themā¦
it .. doesnāt matter.
it must have been a mistake.
so thereās no point in.. this.
goodbye, ophelia.
whAT? NO!
[Ophelia momentarily loses their careful control over their form, bursting into an eyesore of colors and lights before settling back into her more human form and calming herself] gOd, Iām sorry, one moment please
ā¦
I donāt think it matters what made me seek you out. I think it was a sign. Snow Angel, you look horrible. Well, I mean, youāre no less beautiful but youāre fading. How long have you been in isOlAtion?-sorry, isolation. I know the lonely has always had some grip on you but this? This is worrying.
Listen, we donāt have to talk. But can I stay a little longer? We can have tea and you can lend me a book youāve liked recently so we can both read. Or we could go on a sea side walk! If you kept any of my old painting supplies we could paint the ocean like we used to. Orā¦. It is snowing. Do youā¦ heheā¦ š¶do u wanna build a snowmannnnn?š¶
[india looks away as the flash of colors blinds her. eyes closed and ears plugged, she takes a deep breath and swallows.]
ā¦iām fine.
i donātā¦
you and i both know you cannot be quiet for that long.
Let me try?
[They move their hand across their mouth in a zipping motion, turn the ākeyā, and then mime eating said key before looking up at India with a small smile]
[she bites the inside of her lip, clearly having a rather intense internal battle. sheās silent, but itās clear sheās thinking, rather than ignoring her.]
[Ophelia stays where she is and stays silent as she waits for a response]
ā¦ā¦.
one walk along the ocean.
no second chances.
no trying to āsave meā.
itās just a walk.
[Opheliaās eyes light up in the less literal sense and they slowly make their way to the door, handing India the jacket hung up next to it as an old habit from when theyād taken this walk in the early mornings all those years back]
[Ophelia balanced a bouquet of dull white and soft blue flowers with one arm as she knocked on the door. After a moment of no response, they walked around the back of the house and pushed open a fogged over window]
hElLo????? IndIA????? Are you in hereeeee?
@the-spiraling-artist
[there is still no response, but the still-running water of the sink implies that she was there a moment ago and simply moved rooms.]
[Determined, Ophelia crosses over to the next window. She wipes the sleeve of her sweater across the cloudy surface to peer inside.]
[as she wipes off the fog, indiaās face is revealed at the window. she looksā¦ more pale than the last time they saw each other. almost more translucent, in a way. like she was close to fading into nothing entirely.
her eyes widen, and she gasps. the window fills with fog once more.]
[ Ophelia squeals and falls back from the window in surprise, clutching her chest as the swirls of color she was trying so hard to dim for this visit return to her skin and hair with a flourish. After a few moments to breathe and smooth back down her twisting hair she pushes the window open and sticks her head and arms inside]
IiiiiiiiindIA?
[eventually, after a very long moment, she emerges, plugging her ears. she says nothing, and can barely look at her, her attention focused on the space to the left of her instead.]
[Ophelia smiles as India comes into sight but it quickly fades into a grimace at the state of her old lover. She tries (and fails) to squeeze through the small window. ]
InDIa! OhhHHhhh itās so good to see you! Are you sIcK? You donāt look too good. Have you been getting enough rEst? Eating enough??? Why are you plugging your eArs like that? Should I be quieter? Is sensitive hearing a symptom of a bug? That sounds just AWfull! Oops. Too loud. Hey honey can you give me a hand here? I think Iām stuck.
[she winces at the initially loud volume, but the whispering seems to calm her a bit. she hesitates, and eventually opens the window fully. still not touching her, but at least giving her room to come in.]
thank youuuuuu
[she wiggles the rest of the way through the window and slumps unceremoniously to the floor]
ouch.
[Ophelia looks up at India and flashes her their best āwinning smileā. In reality, the smile ends up far longer than your usual, socially-acceptable- and - logically- compatible-with-a human-face smile]
Heyyyyyyyyyyy
I broughtā¦ apology flowers?
[india takes the flowers and places them near the sink, presumably to put in a vase later. she remains by the counter, watching ophelia carefully. sheās still silent.]
[After a moment Ophelia awkwardly coughs and keeps talking to fill the silence]
Sooooooooooooooo
I got the cookies. And the note, thank you by the way, so I kinda took that as you telling me it was okay to reach out again and I really really miss you and I wanted to say sORry- sorry- for trying to drag you into all this spiral business with me and not listening when u told me to fuck off and oh shit I'm rambling again aren't I you always hated that uh-
I would like to try. To find compromises so we can make this work again. Or at least see each other every once in a while? I miss you a lOT- a lot.
[sheās still silent for a moment, and ophelia begins to worry she wonāt say anything at all, but just before she tries to talk again, india speaks. her voice is rough, almost unfamiliar, and barely above a whisper.]
..i didnāt send you anything. you sent me those.
[Ophelia pauses for a moment at the sound of her voice and the fact that she was FINALLY speaking before registering what it was she had actually said]
ā¦
huh?
ā¦
i got.. your package. i did not send you anything.
hah uh no
I didnāt send you a package. I mean unless you count that painting from a few months ago but no cookies. You sent me cookies. And a cute little note to go with it.
..no, i..
ā¦ i donāt think either of us sent anything.
then who the fuck did??? And why???
I havenāt talked to anyone for months, besides fOod- sorry- no one who knows about you and I seriously doubt youāve had much of a social life either. No offense, of course, but youāve always liked to be alone and I seriously doubt thatās improved since you disappeared.
the only I can think of is spectre but this kind of stunt seems entirely out of character for themā¦
it .. doesnāt matter.
it must have been a mistake.
so thereās no point in.. this.
goodbye, ophelia.
whAT? NO!
[Ophelia momentarily loses their careful control over their form, bursting into an eyesore of colors and lights before settling back into her more human form and calming herself] gOd, Iām sorry, one moment please
ā¦
I donāt think it matters what made me seek you out. I think it was a sign. Snow Angel, you look horrible. Well, I mean, youāre no less beautiful but youāre fading. How long have you been in isOlAtion?-sorry, isolation. I know the lonely has always had some grip on you but this? This is worrying.
Listen, we donāt have to talk. But can I stay a little longer? We can have tea and you can lend me a book youāve liked recently so we can both read. Or we could go on a sea side walk! If you kept any of my old painting supplies we could paint the ocean like we used to. Orā¦. It is snowing. Do youā¦ heheā¦ š¶do u wanna build a snowmannnnn?š¶
[india looks away as the flash of colors blinds her. eyes closed and ears plugged, she takes a deep breath and swallows.]
ā¦iām fine.
i donātā¦
you and i both know you cannot be quiet for that long.
Let me try?
[They move their hand across their mouth in a zipping motion, turn the ākeyā, and then mime eating said key before looking up at India with a small smile]
[she bites the inside of her lip, clearly having a rather intense internal battle. sheās silent, but itās clear sheās thinking, rather than ignoring her.]
[Ophelia stays where she is and stays silent as she waits for a response]
