Ask about someone Ophelia knows // @vlkyrblssโ
โWhen I was littleโฆI could never live my life for myself. Most of my youth was spent in intense training or in surgery. More often than not, I was covered in bandages. I wanted to be rescued from that. I didnโt want to become stronger โ my parents had said my eye was special, like a beautiful jewel. Butโฆ.โย
โItโฆwasnโt enough. It was never enough. They wanted more. They saw their chance to rise out of obscurity, to become a well known magus family like that of the Archibalds or the Tohsakas. We were a family from Laos, and that meant we were under many peopleโs radarsโฆโ
โI was so glad when we moved to Europe, eventually making our way to Denmark, establishing ourselves there. My surgeries were over. And my parents allowed me to be able to take a day off. It was wonderful, butโฆit was a different kind ofโฆ.control. I could never feel safe. I still needed to be rescued, because the greed my family had found never ceased. Itโฆonly grewโฆlike a dragon growing fat with offerings.โ
Her hands were folded in front of her since the start, were now wringing themselves a bit. Not enough to turn her knuckles white, but it did wrinkle her flawless skin; she seemed less a pretty statue and more a feeling, concerned young woman.
โI read about Sigurd. He was a man who did nigh impossible things. His legend was something of a ray of hope โ no, perhaps, more like a story that spoke to me. If there were anyone who could save me, I hoped for a man like himโฆone who could slay a dragon and come out alive.โ
Ophelia closed her eyes and sighed.
โHow I wanted to be saved so muchโฆ.Iโm still waiting, I think. As shameful as it is for a grown woman like myself to want itโฆhe was my ideal man. Yes, the ideal person Iโd want to come rescue me from this awfulness surrounding my being.โ
There was an odd look on Opheliaโs face as she considered the true hero in all his glory, fighting alongside his beloved. Not there to come to her aid, not truly, but being able to strike true in tandem with the valkyrie who truly held his attention and love. Even though she had been the one to call him, it wa snot the true Sigurd, but Sutr standing by her side, so really she didnโt know Sigurd that well, when she thought about it.
What fragmented memories she had of Sigurd were awfully sharp, though. Like an unexpected edge she thought would be blunt at first glance until sheโd foolishly touched it โ so felt the same way when she looked at what she knew of the infamous dragon slayer.
Hands clasped together in front of her, she rested her lips upon her fingers as she considered what to say in response.
โโฆ.Iโm so glad he got to be with her again,โ she said, vaguely. Brynhildr and Sigurd togetherโฆhad been so inspiring. One day, maybe, perhapsโฆshe could be like that with someone, too. Of course, not to the same level that she would feel as if she could kill the other person, that felt a bit much to her, too fiery, too intense, too much likeโ
โSigurd better make her happy if they meet again, but I know circumstances make things a little hard for him. But heโs always moved forward, not like me who gets stuck behind. Iโฆwant to become a good adult; an amazing adult like him. Heโs a good person to aspire to be more likeโฆwho knows? Perhaps Iโll stumble into some good fortune, like he had.โ
