#eaxcardinal

Instagram update 1/14/17

Moodboard: How we’ve grown together, and how i have changed thanks to you.

Little Miss Perfect: thank you for showing me what true leadership is.

Rik: thank you for being my ally when all I needed was a friend.

Red: thank you for teaching me the importance of kindness.

Auntie: thank you for humbling me and meeting me eye to eye.

Brother: Thank you for understanding me before even I could.

Shadow: Thank you for seeing the light within me when I was in darkness

Kok: Thank you for being my confidant and shield for the hurt and hate.

Cairo: Thank you for showing me what love was, when I only knew lust.

Wearing her fluffiest pajamas, which were bought by Reed because apparently lingerie weren’t very warm, and laying on Cardinal’s lap as they sat right on the courtyard watching the decorations of the school twinkle. It was calming to say the least, and thus far this holiday was by far Ophelia’s favorite that mortals celebrated. But she had yet to experience many, and looked forward to the ones she would encounter in the new year. 

Two Truths and One Lie

1. “I’m not afraid of anything, I mean I’m Ophelia Callous for crying out loud, fear is not in my vocabulary~”

2. “I suppose, my idea of perfect happiness is being only surrounded by people who love and understand me. My family and friends alike living in harmony with me forever…”

3. “Hmm, it’s mostly tiresome since so many people are just so jealous of the wonderful me. I wouldn’t have it any other way, though.”

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Whispers whirled as Ophelia first entered the event, she ignored them as she strutted over to whoever was nearby and began to flirt before hearing Cardinals name being used in a non-flattering light, and it was because of her. Turning bright red, she turned away from the talking and tried to collect herself. This was her greatest nightmare, that Cardinal would be caught in the crossfire and would end up just as infamous as she was. Searching the crowd for the male, her eyes finally spotted a very determined little red riding hood walk up to the DJ booth and began speaking.

Needless to say, Ophelia was speechless. Not only by the choice of costume, which turned on Ophelia in so many ways and further cemented that she chose the correct person to love who would satisfy her sexual drive toward both genders; but also with his confidence and outspoken behavior that took everyone by surprise, everyone but the mouse clad goddess who knew he had it in him the entire time. She just never knew he would unleash it on her behalf.

The whole crowd turned upon hearing her name finally being spoken and with each word and compliment she felt her face turn bright red of embarrassment. She knew he felt this way about her but hearing it on the loud speaker couldn’t do anything but make the girl feel the flutters that she first encountered when they first met and every time she saw him after. He spoke about her bravery and her laugh and didn’t even start with her looks. 

His last words made Ophelia actually begin to let a single tear roll down her face before hastily being rubbed away. He told the entire school, the place where she was known for her bad behavior, rude mouth, promiscuously and which was filled with haters, gossipers, and lusters. That he loved her, and didn’t even sell her out on his love for him although she would be pleased even if he did. That was more than she could ever hope for, he wasn’t ashamed of her. He was proud.  

At his threat, her heart pounded and she could feel warmth fill her body. Reminding her of when he protected her at the club. Unlike what people expected the wolf had so many sides and yet no one chose to explore them any further than seeing him as the quiet Hood brother. He knew she could handle herself and still wanted to protect her and let her depend on him. 

Before she could stop herself, she was spriting over to where he was. Running forward and jumping into his arms. Hugging him so tight, as she tried no to pull his skirt down as her legs wrapped around his corset fixed waist. Looking at the other, she grabbed him by his fluffy shirt and pulled him to her lips. Kissing him so passionately that when she finally pulled away she was gasping for air. “I love you so much, holy shit.” She whispered before laying her head on his chest and letting a few tears roll of her cheek. “Thank you, Cairo. I didn’t know how much I needed that.” 

“Take me away. a secret place. A sweet escape.”

Radio blaring the mortal uplifting song as Ophelia sat on the passenger seat of the red pick-up truck that apparently used to be Cardinal’s fathers. Nothing but the open road and the pair as the wind whipped the goddess dark locks around her porcelain skin.

 “This mortal music is somehow defining how I feel..” Ophelia confessed, something that only Cardinal could bring out in her, as she swiveled to face the driver, his expression serious as she stared straight ahead. His arms suddenly becoming bumpy from the cold air outside flying in from the open window, without a word Ophelia touched his arm which was preoccupied steering and ran her fingers down them gently. “Thanks for letting me escape, if I heard one more rumor about my ‘conquests’ I was going to...” She trailed off, wondering how he handled hearing these awful things about her. “Anyway...thank you. Once again, you are my knight in shining armor.”

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As the sun filtered in through the window, it illuminated the topless figure with his back to her, his broad back relaxed the sun illuminated his tan skin. It was their first night and Ophelia could already feel herself lose her self control because of him. They slept together very innocently, Ophelia not wearing pants and Cardinal refusing a shirt. Before she could stop herself she began to reach out, to touch what looked so pure, he roused slightly before turning with his eyes close to face her. 

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Passing by him was pure torture, all the words she wanted to say but was to shy to and all the smiles she wanted to direct at him but wasn’t keen on when to. 

His red hoodie stuck out as she watched him go down the east hallways as she went by in the west hallway, brushing past each other just barely everyday. 

“Hi.” 

“Hey.”

“Your smile makes me melt.” 

“You may wanna be careful next time.” 

“Sorry, you don’t need to help me…”

“Your laugh warms my heart.”

“I wanna wear your hoodie.”

“Only my hoodie. Nothing else on.”

“You have a piece of lint on you.”

“I think I’ve seen you around”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Can I walk you to class?”

“Can I walk you down the isle?” 

A sneak look at him, accidentally meeting his gaze and blushing. Hearing the whole conversation in her mind just as the bell rings and he is nowhere to be seen.

meme: obscure feeling. status: accepting!

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.