the grim white woman [ota]
Something wasn't right. Something was very, very wrong, and Ophelia couldn't really put her finger on it. She was seeing a lot of cracks, feeling a lot of wrongness and being utterly fine with it. Since her small encounter with Captain Sykes, whom she hoped was throwing up in a bucket somewhere, thank you very much, she'd been feeling out of sorts. Normally, she'd attribute this to the offload she'd had, getting rid of the pent up darkness that she'd channelled into Sykes. But that hadn't happened as it should have either.
Instead of lightening her, it just dragged her further down. She wasn't used to not getting that mild pay off for the removal of dark feelings.
Sitting atop a table in the mess hall, picking lightly at the fruit bowl in front of her and ignoring the glares from the kitchen staff, Ophelia pondered her predicament. It was highly unusual, and terribly discomforting. Something about her powers being off set her teeth on edge and she wasn't in the least bit happy with that. "The worms they creep in, the worms they creep out, one has to wonder where comes this pout." She asked aloud, gaining herself yet another glare from a member of staff.
With her own contemptuous growl in the woman's direction, Ophelia lashed out rather uncharacteristically, sending the woman skittering away in a wave of panic. A short few moments later brought Ophelia back to herself with a quirked eyebrow, "Hmm, how dire, oh, how droll. The wicked witch, she'll play this roll." Turning back to her fruit, Ophelia was pleased to note that the staff left her alone following that.
Instead of lightening her, it just dragged her further down. She wasn't used to not getting that mild pay off for the removal of dark feelings.
Sitting atop a table in the mess hall, picking lightly at the fruit bowl in front of her and ignoring the glares from the kitchen staff, Ophelia pondered her predicament. It was highly unusual, and terribly discomforting. Something about her powers being off set her teeth on edge and she wasn't in the least bit happy with that. "The worms they creep in, the worms they creep out, one has to wonder where comes this pout." She asked aloud, gaining herself yet another glare from a member of staff.
With her own contemptuous growl in the woman's direction, Ophelia lashed out rather uncharacteristically, sending the woman skittering away in a wave of panic. A short few moments later brought Ophelia back to herself with a quirked eyebrow, "Hmm, how dire, oh, how droll. The wicked witch, she'll play this roll." Turning back to her fruit, Ophelia was pleased to note that the staff left her alone following that.