this is my design

In the museum tonight I think

Shattered Earth || Ophelia & Will

Even now, as the building comes tumbling down around them, ground still shifting and reforming beneath their feet, it feels strange to be sheltered. If death wasn’t such a possibility Ophelia would be giving it more thought, as it is she simply clutches tightly with the desperate grasp of instinct.  She can feel her pulse in her throat, a foreign rapid pace, she’s unaccustomed to it’s frantic beating. She closes her own eyes and waits for whatever may come.  And then it’s over. Vague knowledge of earthquakes tells her there will be aftershocks, but for the moment they seem to be safe. Slowly she unhooks her fingers from his shirt, glances up.  "Are you alright?" 

Shattered Earth || Ophelia & Will

Ophelia draws in a sharp breath, stumbling back out of the way, just in time for the shelves to come crashing down around them. It’s a terrible place to be during an earthquake and for a split second she can’t remember what you’re supposed to do.  They’re being pelted with books but the building itself appears to be holding till from above the wood begins to moan and creak. Windows shattering and beginning to collapse in on itself from the front. This is as close to fear as she gets. 

Will pushes the woman toward the nearest doorway, instinctively trying to wrap his arms around her and covering her head to shield her from the books. He's panicking, and he shuts his eyes as more windows shatter and the wood in the ceiling groans, threatening to collapse. A nearby bookshelf teeters and leans toward the doorway they're standing under, its books already thrown from their shelves, and lands against the door frame, creating a triangle of refuge from the falling building. Hopefully it will be enough. He's shaking, but he doesn't notice. He tries to control his breathing, concentrating on the darkness behind his eyelids.

Shattered Earth || Ophelia & Will

"A teacher?" She tries to imagine him at the head of a classroom, it seems at odds with his body language, evasive eyes. Still, her teachers had been outgoing types, it was not a requirement.  "Teaching and consulting for the FBI, you certainly have your plate full." She flashes a smile, hoping he won’t ask what she does for a living. There’s no a lot she can say that would endear her to anyone. 

He turns to meet her eyes– only for a second– and he opens his mouth to speak again when he hears a thundering noise. Beneath him, the ground begins to shake and tremble vigorously. His arms fly up instinctively to cover his face, and behind him, he can hear books cascading down from the shelves.  "Get away from the shelves!" he yells at the woman, running toward her and placing his hand on her back so as to push her out of the way. 

Shattered Earth || Ophelia & Will

"Yes, I thought I’d try San Francisco. I’ve never been but I like the pictures I’ve seen. The architecture.." Small talk is a challenge for her. Oh she can talk rubbish with her elitist acquaintances, all the while bored out of her mind. But this man seems nice, and he could be interesting, she wants to make the effort.  "And you’re.. working, I suppose?" She gestures outside, not intending to push the subject as it’s none of her business, but she can’t help a little curiosity. 

He's confused at first, and then he realizes she must have seen him at the crime scene. He smiles. "No, I... – I consult for the FBI, I'm not an agent. I'm a teacher, actually." He laughs lightly, deciding against mentioning the fact that he used to be an agent.

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