11-17-2019, 04:22 PM
OPHANIM
If someone asked Ophie if he had done anything stupid in his life, he would probably say that he has not. To him, every mistake is merely a lesson to be learned from. But his mother always raised him to find the good in all things to that even the dark points in his life were a little more tolerable. After all, he and Starsin had now forged a bond between them that could stand the test of time. Her heart beats contentedly between his ribs and he draws comfort from her steady pulse thrumming in his veins.
Ophanim tilts his head curiously as the other explains that he is from Nerine, or maybe some place called the jungle. The only sort of jungle he can think of is Tephra, which he hopes is not where this frost-covered creature is from. He can still vividly recall the way the trees caught fire as he flew over them, billowing flames from his lungs. But Leilan is speaking still and he does his best to pay attention as he shares a summary of his life. He doesn’t know any of the names and so they mean little to him. Should he have shared this much? But then he mentions his wife and the angel boy blinks a few times.
“Oh.. I’m.. sorry to hear that,” he replies uncomfortably. Ophanim normally prefers to keep the unpleasant chapters of his life private and so he doesn’t quite know how to respond for a moment. He and Starsin had their fair share of arguments and betrayals, but they had come back stronger from each one. Even when they spent their brief moment apart, they had been ravenous for each other’s love and adoration. His heart knew no name but hers.
“I don’t speak to Castile very much. I’m usually preoccupied trying to keep my children in line,” he explains with a light laugh. “Somehow I ended up with a brood of daredevils.”
He’s thankful for his calmer daughters like Beulah and Soothe, the ones who are content to not pull pranks on their parents. Ophanim often wonders how so many of his offspring ended up being so wild considering he was a relatively well-behaved child. There were – and still are – times where his mouth got him into trouble but he never actively tried to terrify Jenova.
Ophanim tilts his head curiously as the other explains that he is from Nerine, or maybe some place called the jungle. The only sort of jungle he can think of is Tephra, which he hopes is not where this frost-covered creature is from. He can still vividly recall the way the trees caught fire as he flew over them, billowing flames from his lungs. But Leilan is speaking still and he does his best to pay attention as he shares a summary of his life. He doesn’t know any of the names and so they mean little to him. Should he have shared this much? But then he mentions his wife and the angel boy blinks a few times.
“Oh.. I’m.. sorry to hear that,” he replies uncomfortably. Ophanim normally prefers to keep the unpleasant chapters of his life private and so he doesn’t quite know how to respond for a moment. He and Starsin had their fair share of arguments and betrayals, but they had come back stronger from each one. Even when they spent their brief moment apart, they had been ravenous for each other’s love and adoration. His heart knew no name but hers.
“I don’t speak to Castile very much. I’m usually preoccupied trying to keep my children in line,” he explains with a light laugh. “Somehow I ended up with a brood of daredevils.”
He’s thankful for his calmer daughters like Beulah and Soothe, the ones who are content to not pull pranks on their parents. Ophanim often wonders how so many of his offspring ended up being so wild considering he was a relatively well-behaved child. There were – and still are – times where his mouth got him into trouble but he never actively tried to terrify Jenova.
you could drown in those eyes, i said.