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used to have a lot, but i got more now, adna - Ophanim - 01-18-2019 Ophanim
Starsin has been so busy lately, whispering in the mad king’s ear and instigating entire wars within Beqanna. He wants to trail behind her like a lost duckling but he knows he would only distract her from her work. Ophanim allows himself to fade into the background for now, wandering until she is ready for him once again. These aimless strolls have brought him to the meadow where the spring rains have made a mess of things. Mud sticks to the light feathering around his ankles but the sun occasionally peaks out to reflect off the brilliant gold patches of his body. He’s managed to turn the upper half of his body to scales to keep the rain off him for the most part, while his tender underbelly remains vulnerable. But he has no enemies in this life just yet. Ophanim has never had a reason to fear as others do. He extends his wings and lets his scales consume them until they are draconic in appearance. The golden eyes that line the underside of the wings glow even in the shade of the appendages. Ophanim sighs slowly as his body begins to soak up the warmth available beneath the spring sun. The largest snow mounds still linger defiantly in the corners of the meadow but he doesn’t seem too bothered by the last signs of the dead winter. The angel boy moves forward, wondering if his mother ever found somewhere safe to hide until the plague retreated. Somewhere in the depths of him, he’s finally begun to miss seeing her face each morning. His wings slowly fold halfway against his sides to act as an umbrella for the time being. Ophanim’s bright blue eyes search across the meadow for something to occupy him for the time being, but everyone seems so preoccupied already. He does his best to keep the faint smile curled across his lips as he waits patiently. Either he’ll find someone to keep him company or Starsin will call him home, he supposes. RE: used to have a lot, but i got more now, adna - Random Event - 01-18-2019 @[Ophanim] is plagued by request. He will show symptoms (rolled a 3). He will express a trait (rolled a 3). RE: used to have a lot, but i got more now, adna - adna - 01-21-2019 and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones adna we're setting fire to our insides for fun @[ophanim] RE: used to have a lot, but i got more now, adna - Ophanim - 01-21-2019 Ophanim
He watches her wandering approach, head tucked down in though and drenched in the rain, but he doesn’t move to avoid her or say anything to get her attention. He just waits patiently until her skin nearly collides into his. When she finally meets his gaze, he is still smiling and the world is content to continue spinning on its lazy axis. Ophanim extends a wing over her to shield her from the raindrops and offers a brief shrug of his pale white shoulders when she says she didn’t see him. Maybe she meant it as an apology or just a statement to fill the silence. The droplets run down the scales of his wings and drop off the tiny claws at the end of each section. He’s not used to this appearance just yet but his eyes roam across Adna curiously, admiring her own skin and finding it lovely. Maybe being a little reptilian isn’t so bad if someone can look as beautiful as her. His bright blue eyes finally return to her face and he tilts his head, trying to figure out if she’s crying or if the weather just turns her into a sad portrait of herself. He reaches out and gently bumps his nose to her cheek as though to reassure her. “My name is Ophanim,” he says, still smiling like the summer. The golden lines painted down his cheeks make the expression look bittersweet despite the kindness in his eyes. “Do you normally wander around staring at your feet?” Here he laughs, a sound like delicate fingers expertly plucking the strings of a harp. The sun briefly peeks through a part in the clouds as though summoned by the angel’s laughter, painting them both a hazy golden-orange color. There is something serious behind his eyes once he grows silent, however, and he watches her closely to pick apart her answer. He’s learned to speak more through body language than words after realizing how little Starsin said with her lips. Ophanim edges closer, letting their sides briefly graze against one another each time they breathe. RE: used to have a lot, but i got more now, adna - adna - 01-22-2019 and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones adna we're setting fire to our insides for fun @[Ophanim] RE: used to have a lot, but i got more now, adna - Ophanim - 01-24-2019 Ophanim He watches her lips when she forms the little string of syllables that form his name, sweet and soft in her voice. She says it again and his smile grows a bit as though she’s paid him a compliment just by sampling the sound of his name twice. When she actually does offer up her approval, he laughs softly as he grows bashful beneath her kindness. The angel boy doesn’t seem to mind the way she nods that predator head or how the words come snapping between her fangs. He’s entirely focused on the color of her eyes and the different colors her scales turn as the light shifts so comfortably across them. Ophanim nods when she explains how she normally doesn’t just wander off like this but he can’t really relate as he pretends to. He’s always on the move, always searching for something to keep him busy when his thoughts are too full of Starsin. Was he running away or toward something? Neither, he supposes, since he feels lost so much of the time. But her eyes are troubled and it helps him forget his own worries when his brows furrow together in concern. Bleeding heart boy, he presses his lips to her cheek when she sighs. “You’re too hard on yourself,” he mumbles, lips poised over her skin still as he speaks. “Everyone should stop and breathe every once a while.” He leans further against her so their sides press tight together now while he explores the vulnerable regions of her neck. Ophanim is slow and careful, impossibly gentle as he kisses the rain from her skin before pausing to look up at her. His cheeks grow warm beneath a pink blush and he clears his throat nervously. “I’m sorry,” he says, shifting his weight so there is a small gap between them once more while his blue eyes stare off in the distance. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask your name. That’s awful of me.” She’s not Starsin and he knows that but the ache and that ravenous loneliness in her eyes is enough to fool his heart for now. The puzzle piece fits just fine but the picture turns crooked and clumsy without the proper girl. (But if he just closes his eyes and reaches out to kiss her again, then it feels just the same. It packs the wound just long enough to let him survive another day without the real thing.) wow hawt. RE: used to have a lot, but i got more now, adna - adna - 01-28-2019 and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones adna we're setting fire to our insides for fun @[Ophanim] |