Camille Endora

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia watched and listened as Roxas spoke, "I should go soon though. Even though we have a bit of a peace treaty right now, I still have no interest in dealing with Jax and Morthos. If you want to come by though you know where I live. My door's always open for you." She knew Jax was only being nice for Ophelia, and that she didn't trust Roxas what so ever, which was fine. "Even though you don't want to deal with either of them, you need to start trying to get along, if you are going to be with me. I won't accept you not trying, at least with Jax. She's my best friend and my sister. She's my family," Ophelia said softly, looking at Roxas's eyes through his glasses. He was really quite attractive, and she smiled very faintly, as much as her jaw would allow. "Be safe on your way home," she instructed, knowing though that he would be fine, and she watched him leave gently.

She didn't know when Jax would be home, but she desperately wanted to take a shower. She had dirt and blood still on her skin. She would need to do laundry soon as well, frowning suddenly at the thought of her outfit, which was sliced into shreds at this point. She looked over at it on the ground and raised an eyebrow, then sighed inwardly. She got up, her hair a mess and made her way to the bathroom, which was actually fairly decent considering how shitty their apartment really was. It had a certain charm to it though she thought, but figured it was the people who lived there that made it feel the way it did, not the actual place itself.

She turned the shower on and let the water steam up the bathroom for a moment before slowly taking her pjs off and folding them on the counter, placing a towel out for after as well. She stepped under the stream of water and let it warm her always cold skin, closing her eyes and washing her hair after a few minutes. It hurt her stomach muscles to lift her arms, but the pain was tolerable. She would be fine in another day for sure, though the pin in her jaw was starting to annoy her, and she'd take it out shortly. Her mind shifted to Roxas, and she wondered how he lived alone in his cabin without feeling lonely. She furrowed her brow, figuring he probably was, especially after the death of his friend. She frowned then, and wondered about her for a few moments before letting the thought leave her mind. Finally she thought about the darkness she saw before she became conscious again, and she felt panicked slightly. She wondered if she should mention it to Jax, but then figured that would probably be a bad idea, since they hadn't made up yet.

Ophelia stepped out of the shower once she was clean and wrapped a towel around her. She looked up from the counter then and noticed something written on the mirror in the steam. Ophelia didn't recognize the language, and she quickly wiped it away, her eyes wide. She went into her bedroom quickly and looked at the mirror above her dresser instead, first towel drying and then putting her hair up in a half bun. She dried herself off and then put on a fresh outfit, a white dress with spaghetti straps and black leggings, keeping her feet bare like always. She leaned close to the mirror again and saw the pin in her jaw below her ear. She reached up and curled the tips of her index finger and thumb carefully against the metal and pulled it quickly out. Blood dripped for a few moments and then the wound healed. She used the towel to clean the blood and then threw all of the dirty laundry into the wash. She was beginning to feel nervous for when Jax would arrive, and decided to make her home made ramen for dinner. Once she was finished cooking, she made a small bowl for Hargul and called him to let him eat, then she sat against the couch and waited.

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Ophelia listens to Roxas talk to her gently, taking the bowl carefully from his hands. She brings it up to her lips and drinks slowly, allowing her energy to be restored while she watched him. Once she was finished she sat up a little more and then looked at him softly, "I think I should probably stay here so I can talk to Jax," she said, her voice light and soft. She placed the keys on her bedside table, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt exhausted, it was weird. She wondered if she should tell Roxas about her experience while she was unconscious.

"Was my fight okay?" she asked instead, curious how it looked to others.

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"I feel pretty bad, thank you for asking." she mumbled and meant this seriously, and she brushed her hands against her stomach beneath her top to feel the long diagonal scar. It was thin and she knew it was healed already. Her jaw hurt like hell, but the bones were mostly in tact again now, though she could feel the pin they had placed to keep it mostly still. Another day she figured and it could be taken out again. She sat up slightly and leaned back against the pillows, realizing her teddy was beside her and she grabbed it gently. She gazed at the pjs that Roxas had chosen to put her in. They were comfy and light, and she looked at him with soft eyes, feeling a little shy that he had dressed her.

But her attention shifted and she asked him a question, sounding worried, "Where's Jax? You probably shouldn't be here. If she comes back to see you she's gonna lose her mind. How did you even get in here?" She was confused and her head began to hurt a little as she spoke, so she fell quiet. She was weak and felt tired, her eyes dull again and she simply slouched slightly, holding the stuffed animal to her stomach.

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Ophelia opened her eyes and looked around slowly. She felt no pain and everything seemed to have a kind of haze around the edges. She could hear someone talking, and then she sat up, noticing Roxas sitting beside the bed. She looked at him and spoke gently, noticing she had been changed into pjs. She chewed her lip slightly, reaching a hand out to his but she couldn't seem to get his attention. "Roxas? Is everything okay?" she whispered, then frowned when he didn't seem to hear her. She shifted her legs from the bed, and stood. Except she wasn't standing at all, she was hovering over the ground and she turned herself around to face the bed, and she could see herself laying there, unconscious. She stumbled back slightly and gasped. She moved back toward the bed and three immediate things ran through her mind.

1. She hadn't been able to sleep since the day she was turned.
2. She was having an out of body experience.
3. No one besides her parents and Jax had seen her naked before. But now Roxas had.

She brought her hands to her head and began to panic. This had never happened before and so for once Ophelia didn't know what to do. She leaned forward to try and somehow shake herself awake, hoping that it would force her soul back into her body. Nothing happened and her brows furrowed. Maybe if she talked to herself. "Ophelia? You need to wake up!" She said, firmly and staring at herself. This was giving her some weird vibes, and she turned to look at Roxas again. This time though she noticed a darkness hovering around him. It didn't have a shape or face, it was just kind of hazy like black smoke. She felt scared for a moment, noticing a dark haze in her peripheral vision, but it wasn't quite apparent so she shook the thought away. She didn't know nearly anything about ghosts and souls and demons compared to Jax, that was for damn sure. She just knew she needed to get back into her body right away.

Ophelia then closed her eyes, feeling like she could hear slight whispers. She moved to Roxas again who was holding her physical bodies hand, and she kissed his forehead, brushing her fingers against his cheek after before focusing on the bond she had with him. She closed her eyes, keeping her forehead resting to his now, and then everything went black and silent again for a few moments. When she opened her eyes again, she was in her physical body and she could feel every ounce of pain in her jaw and stomach, and she used the last bit of her energy to squeeze Roxas's hand.

"I love you, Roxas."

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Suriel looked at Ophelia with a gentle smile, his eyes just as intense as hers were. The daggers were useful to have, but she wasn't nearly as skilled with them as she was with her whip. She felt her confidence renewed when Jax nodded at her, and she let her whip uncurl from her arm, the handle moving into her hand, the daggers sheathed again at her thighs. She looked at Suriel from under her lashes, one of her eyebrows arching up slightly. Her right arm outstretched quickly, the whip snapping around Suriel's ankle and she tugged back hard, her elbow grazing the cement wall behind her. The wound along her side stung, but it was beginning to heal already and she was grateful for that. As she pulled back, Suriel shifted his weight and began to fall backward. He hit the ground hard on his back, his wings curled up under him slightly.

As soon as Suriel was on the ground, Ophelia shifted in a blur of movement, appearing standing against his chest with one dagger in her hand, coming down at him towards his throat. He brought one arm up to block the blow, and the dagger sliced through his skin again. This time though with his other hand, he grabbed Ophelia by the throat and tossed her back over him. She growled low in her throat as she skidded along the ground against her back. She managed to stop herself before hitting the other wall, and stood up turning to face Suriel again. By the time she stood, he was facing her and on his feet again as well. He moved towards her quickly, his sword coming down at her, the fire blazing along the blade still. Without a moments hesitation, Ophelia snapped her whip out and it wrapped around the tip of his sword. At the same time she pulled back on her whip, she threw one of the daggers and it landed into the side of Suriel's neck. His voice rang out angrily, and Ophelia smiled. The tip of his blade snapped at the force of being tugged on, and forced Suriel towards Ophelia even closer still.

Though when the distance between them became less, Suriel's sword grazed Ophelia's hair, snapping the hair tie and her hair fell free and flowed down her back and shoulders. She narrowed her eyes and suddenly her jaw was caught in his massive hand. She closed her eyes just as a loud crunch could be heard, the sound echoing through the arena. The pain shot through her body and her pupils dilated, anger searing through her again a second time, though more intense. Her vision became blurred and spotty, and she realized after a few moments that she wasn't touching the ground anymore and instead was being held up in the air while Suriel used his wings to fly. She began to panic, knowing if she didn't do something right away she would lose. Finally after a few moments she brought her knees to her chest despite all the pain, and kicked outward, forcing Suriel's arm to move upward over his head, though he still had a grip on her now broken jaw. She reached for the other dagger, stabbing it into his hand once she was above his head and he let go of her.

She left the daggers in him and as she fell, her back pressed to his and his wings spread out fully, and for a brief moment to everyone watching, it looked as though those wings belong to Ophelia. Her hair flew upward and then back down around her body as she landed with a quiet thud. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she took of running away from Suriel, though didn't stop as far away as she could have. Instead she turned around and with one final snap of her wrist, her whip wrapped around his left wing and she tugged back hard, hearing the joint of his wing pop out of place, and then she could smell blood where his flesh began to tear off his shoulder. She continued to pull back with such force that Suriel let out a feral cry of pain, and the ref blew the whistle just as Suriel fell unconscious and to the ground once again.

Ophelia stood there watching Suriel fall and her eyes widened, the pain almost forgotten for a moment. Suddenly she heard her name being called, and it appeared on the board above the arena, and she fell to her knees, blood and dirt staining her entire body. The medics came to her quickly and brought her to lay down, shifting her broken jaw into place so the healing process could take place, since she healed faster than the average human or mythic. Her eyes closed and they gave her something to kill her pain slightly, but she drifted off into a deep sleep, something she hadn't done since she was human.

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"If you have nothing else to do today, you can come with me and watch, if you like," she says softly, looking over her shoulder up at Roxas. She looked at the paper again where her name was written and then squared her shoulders slightly before beginning to make her way to the weaponry. She had forgotten her bow and quiver at home, and didn't have time to run back and grab it. She also hadn't showered or changed out of her clothes from the night before, but she figured that it was fine since she'd be fighting anyway. She chose Suriel for a specific reason, though slightly ironic, and she smiled at the thought. She felt nervous but also kind of excited as she pushed the doors open to the weaponry. It was still early, and there were no other SPA members inside the room, only one of the guild masters. She looked up at Ophelia with an arched brow, and Ophelia approached her. "I'd like to borrow a couple silver daggers, if you have them," she said softly, smiling. The woman simply nodded and went to find them for Ophelia, handing them over to her. "Just sign them out and return them when you're finished. And good luck," she said, knowingly. Ophelia nodded and signed the daggers out, taking two sheaths which would strap to either thigh as well. "Thank you."

Once the daggers were sheathed and in place, Ophelia began to make her way to the arena, Roxas following her. Were she alive, her heart would be pounding out of her chest by now, but all she could do was tremble slightly. She was scared by this point. She was not a fighter in the least, especially compared to Jax. Ophelia knew how to fight, but she focused her skills on specific things rather than just training all the time in a general way. She reached into the pocket of her cloak, the bag of Solars from Roxas still there, and reached to find a hair tie. She gathered her hair up into a high bun and then took her cloak off, handing it over to Roxas. He wouldn't be allowed in the arena, but he could watch her from the stands. She leaned towards him and kissed him very lightly on the lips, smiling a little to try and hide the fear in her eyes. Ophelia knew she was too timid to probably win, but she would try her best. She wanted to be able to protect Jax, and that was one of the only reasons she was trying to up her rank. If she won, they could go on missions together, and she would be able to keep an eye on her sister and others in the same rank as her. She knew sometimes that her motherly instincts could get her killed, but she didn't care.

As she entered the arena, she could hear her name being called over the loud speaker and her eyes hit the ground. She wasn't well known here, always keeping to herself. She knew if she won though, that would change. Finally as Suriel entered the arena and called his name "Suriel, angel of love", her eyes moved from the ground to his face and her mind instantly began to think about his possible weaknesses. He was handsome as anything, and his wings were white as snow behind him, folded slightly. He stood much, much taller than her at over 7 feet and she hoped that would give her an advantage. He held a sword in his hand, the blade pointing down. Ophelia then began to walk toward him, and curtsied when she approached. "Good luck," she said, smiling softly. She meant it. They both were here to win, but only one would succeed. Suriel nodded and his eyes lit up, looking down at her. Ophelia took two steps back away from him, and he lifted his sword toward her, a gentle light glowing from the blade. The ref blew the whistle and suddenly Ophelia's eyes changed from grey blue to full on silver.

Suriel's wings spread behind him, and he moved quickly towards Ophelia, his sword just barely passing her jaw as she shifted with ease to the side and back. She reached down with one swift movement and grabbed the daggers, bringing her right arm up under the hand that held Suriel's sword, the dagger grazing his wrist and arm with ease through his skin. He pulled his arm back slightly and Ophelia then turned toward her left, her right leg coming up to kick his arm back and away from her. Red blood dripped from his wrist gently onto the ground for a few moments before Ophelia saw his wrist heal quickly. She knew it would be hard to keep him injured, but she would try.

Suriel then brought the arm she had kicked, back towards her with full strength, and she crouched slightly, placing her daggers into an X shape to block it. Normally this would never work, but she was stronger than the average person. Her slim arms held the weight of the sword for a few moments, and from her crouch she propelled herself from the ground, up and over his sword. Suriel moved back slightly in surprise, and Ophelia came down in front of him, her daggers digging into the bare spot of his armor where his chest was exposed. She blades tore through his skin easily as gravity helped her force them down, and she landed on her feet with ease right in front of him. She looked up for a split second and realized how tall he really was, towering over her by nearly three extra feet. Instead of allowing her feet to become still when she landed though, she tilted her body toward the ground and slid beneath his legs to come up behind him, his wings raising upward again. Suriel knew this was going to be difficult. He shook his arm out and his blade exploded with fire around it while he turned again to face her.

Ophelia was distracted slightly by his blade being engulfed by the holy flames, and she instantly would regret it. Suriel brought the blade down toward her and it sliced through the clothing at her waist and into her skin from the top of the left side of her ribs to her navel. Ophelia gasped and slouched over slightly, only to be met by Suriel's foot against her rib cage, throwing her back against the arena wall. The cement of the wall cracked at the force and her body bled for a while. The cut was long and deep and it would take a bit to heal. There goes another fucking outfit, she thought to herself. She could feel anger bubbling up into her throat, and she stood up against the wall, her eyes intense. She looked up at the stands to see Jax sitting there. Her eyes widened, and Jax nodded to her, and Ophelia smiled softly.

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"I see you didn't want to use the guest room." Roxas spoke with a smile, looking at Ophelia. She looked back at him and hid her face slightly against his shoulder, feeling nearly embarrassed. He kissed her then and moved to find clothes, saying he would go to shower and that she could do whatever she wished. She knew that was an open invite to go with him, and she watched him leave after kissing her a second time, unsure what to say in response. She chewed her lip for a moment and then went into the guest room, grabbing her cloak and whip. She wrapped the whip around her arm and held the cloak in her hands, moving to sit on the bed after a few moments, looking out the window from where she sat.

After finishing washing himself, Roxas let the water rinse him off. He hopped out and then dried off. He then pulled his clothes on and looked at himself in the mirror. “Why me?” He said to himself. He took a deep breath then walked on out, putting his glasses on. Before going to find Ophelia, he packed his bag with his battle outfit then placed his mask on top of the clothes. Once he finished, he went over to the guest room to find Ophelia looking out the window. He smiled then entered, moving over to sit next to her. “It’s a beautiful view don’t you think?”

Ophelia turned her head from the window and looked at Roxas, realizing that he was looking at her when he spoke, and she chewed her lip a little again. She shifted, moving to sit on her knees next to him, speaking softly, the sound just barely a whisper. “Why haven’t you sent me away yet?”

Roxas thinks at her comment for a second and honestly he doesn’t know why. “I like when you’re around. I don’t know I guess I just feel close to you. Even though we’ve only known each other for a few days. I feel happy when you’re around, which is something I haven’t felt in a very long time.” He takes her hand in his then looks at it for a bit.

Ophelia smiled softly, feeling like she understood what he meant. She didn’t want him to send her away at all, so she was glad at his response. She watched quietly as he took her hand and looked at it in his, and she shifted closer, kissing his cheek with cold lips. She breathed in his scent again while doing so, curious if he’d let her feed from him again. He smelled amazing to her. Better than the time she first caught his scent when she was hunting.

Roxas looked Ophelia in the eyes and could tell she was hungry. He took his shirt off for her and tilted his head a little. “I don’t know how but I get the feeling you’re hungry. You can feed from me again if you want. Just.. try not to take as much this time. I’d kind of like to be able to move later.” He giggles to himself then closed his eyes, waiting to feel her teeth sink into him.

“I’ll be good, I’m sorry,” she said softly. Ophelia then moved to straddle him while he sat against the bed, her teeth grazing his neck and shoulder for a moment on the same side she had fed from before. Finally after a few seconds she let her fangs sink into his skin and her eyes closed. Right away she could feel herself getting stronger, and her hands moved up towards the nape of his neck to touch his hair.

Once Ophelia sunk her teeth into him, Roxas began to wince but only for a second. He could feel her hands moving up his neck and around to touch his hair. He moved his hands up her back and rested one on her head then the other stayed on her back. After a bit he started to grip gently at the back of her dress. He grimaced again, but tried not to make known to her.

Ophelia pulled away finally, having fed for only a short while, the time always feeling slowed down though. She felt Roxas’ hands on her back and she smiled at him before leaning close to kiss him slow and deep, feeling instantly better, the taste of his blood still on her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered softly, looking up at him.

Roxas looked back at her after she kissed him and smiled. “Whenever you need it I’m here for you.” He wipes the blood off her lips then kissed her back just as deep and slow. He runs his fingers through her hair then grabs gently. He pulls away for a second and looks at her and smiles, bringing his hand to her cheek.

Ophelia smiled at his comment and then moved shyly off of him, wrapping her cloak around her and fastening it at her throat. “We should get going to SPA. There’s something I need to do right away today. Is that alright?”

Roxas gets up and grabs his bag. “Let’s go then dear.” He winks at her and takes her hand then leads her out. Making their way to SPA.

Ophelia held Roxas’ hand the entire way to SPA. She could feel eyes on her but she didn’t care. Once inside the gates, Ophelia moved quickly in her bare feet to the sheet which held the names of people fighting, seeing finally that Suriel was available first thing in the morning, just like she hoped. She wrote her name down in cursive and then waited.

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Ophelia walked with Roxas back towards his home, which was in the direction of the forest. She loved the forest. Even though she wasn't born with any magic or special abilities, she did however have a great fondness for nature and the like. She figured that was thanks to her father, being an Earth elemental. Finally they came toward a hill at the edge of the forest and she saw a little cabin, her eyes taking it in quietly. As they walked though, the size of the cabin grew and her eyes widened, feeling suddenly anxious. She really wasn't used to being around people with money. She was used to dealing with what she had, which was minimal. They reached the front door, and ROxas let her in ahead of him.

Roxas showed Ophelia the home and then showed her the guest room and his bedroom. They were both gorgeous, well decorated, but she could tell that it was only him here. The guest room was perfectly made up, the closet empty. And his room was small, but homey. He spoke gently to her and she listened in silence. "It's not the best, but it's worked for me. I don't normally, if ever, have people over. It's kind of a first for me." "Make yourself at home. You're always welcome now." She considered this. She really was still baffled that he had simply accepted what had happened without any thought. In her logical mind, she knew it was ridiculous, but in her heart she was glad. Suddenly though, he had turned on a song and began to sing and dance to it, and his voice was amazing. Her lips parted in surprise, and then grinned fully when he sat back down, her fangs fully visible and pearly white, though sharp.

He began to tell Ophelia a story and she listened curiously, learning something new about him. "I hope you don't dislike me for the way the house is. Ever since I was a kid this house has been here. No one owned it. So I made a deal with myself. 'One day Roxas' I would say. 'One day you are going to live there.' So I worked my ass off and got the money to buy the house. It took me 17 years to do that, but I don't regret it. I made it look nice and beautiful then took the smallest room for myself. I still love it, but now I can share it with you."

"You really are so sweet, you know? I wouldn't have guessed by your reaction to me trying to rip your head off. Though I suppose I would have reacted similar if it were me," she smiled again and looked at him for a moment, "And your house is beautiful, don't worry about that. It really is late though, you should probably get some rest." She leaned slightly toward him and kissed him back once his lips pressed to hers, and she breathed in his scent at the same time, instinctively. Finally after lingering there for a few moments, she got up from the edge of his bed and went towards the guest room. She would be up all night, but she didn't care. It was peaceful here, but better than being home with an angry Jax, for now. She took her cloak off, hanging it in the empty closet, placing her whip on the bedside table, and crawled onto the bed gently, laying on her stomach. She closed her eyes to relax, though she hadn't experienced sleep since she had been changed.

Finally after a couple hours had gone by, Ophelia got up slowly from the bed, and silently in bare feet snuck into Roxas's room, still in the same outfit she left home in. She pushed the door open slightly and noticed he was asleep. She moved toward his bed and stood there for a few moments, simply watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. She smiled a little, then crawled silently onto his bed and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close to her. She closed her eyes to relax, and only opened them the next morning when the sun was beginning to rise and come through the window. Today was the day she would fight Suriel.

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"I'm not going anywhere." Roxas followed Ophelia, wondering where they were going. "It's a beautiful night out right now." He stops and looks up at the sky. The stars lighting up the sky with the moon. Roxas closes his eyes for a bit the looks back at Ophelia. He pulls her over to him and wraps his arm around her. He leans down and gives her a kiss gently, then continues to follow.

Once they made it to the piers, Roxas stands by Ophelia and put his hand around her waist. "Alright. I can understand why Jax is so mad now. But it'll be okay. I know she doesn't trust me and I'm sure you probably don't either. I'm sorry I came off the way I did. Like I told you before I don't have any friends." He looks out to the water and leans over the rail. "I don't think it's going to calm down back there for a while so..." He pauses for a second, debating if he should even ask what he's thinking. 'It shouldn't matter at this point.' He thinks to himself. "Would you like to stay with me tonight?" He looks down at her, smiling for a bit. "I have a second room so you wouldn't have to worry about me."

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"I'm not going anywhere," Roxas said to her as they walked. She thought about that for a moment, feeling a little confused. He commented on the nights weather and then stopped, pulling her close to kiss her again. She gave him a soft smile and then continued on toward the Pier. Finally once they were there, Roxas pulled her close my the waist. "Alright. I can understand why Jax is so mad now. But it'll be okay. I know she doesn't trust me and I'm sure you probably don't either. I'm sorry I came off the way I did. Like I told you before I don't have any friends." He spoke gently to her, and she watched his face as he talked before he moved to lean against the rail.

Ophelia finally spoke, her voice feather light, the tones almost sounding like music now that she could be calm and herself around him. "Jax just doesn't understand. She told me before I left that I was desperate for love, and stupid too. I ignored her, but maybe she's right. I don't know you really at all, and I'm sure there are things you're hesitant to tell me. I want to trust you. But, I won't do anything that is unwanted on your end. I honestly don't even know what's compelling you to stay."

Quietly she looked out at the water, watching the waves and ripples, the moons' reflection bright. She could hear boats in the distance and she smiled to herself, forgetting her surroundings for a moment, but quickly realizing that Roxas asked her a question. Her head turned so she could look at him. "Would you like to stay with me tonight?" He looks down at her, smiling for a bit. "I have a second room so you wouldn't have to worry about me." She blinked softly, her blue grey eyes sparkling a little, much brighter than they were at dinner. He had asked her to stay the night, and everything in her wanted to say yes. She knew Jax would be furious if she found out, but at this point, Ophelia really could care less. Jax was rude often to her, and she knew she meant well. Sometimes though it stung.

"I think that could be nice. I'd normally just stay out here all night, or go hunting. But I think your company sounds much better."

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"Please tell me Ophelia. Why didn't you tell me and why did you drink from me if you knew this was going to happen?" Roxas had said just before Ophelia pulled away from him, suddenly startled by the sound of ceramic breaking, following by Jax's voice shouting, muffled through the wall. She turned to look into the window and saw Jax shouting again, and Ophelia chewed on her lip slightly. She didn't want anything to do with Jax at the moment, let alone be inside their house all night with her. "One second," she finally whispered to Roxas, looking at him for a moment before going inside to grab some things.

Ophelia moved purposefully slow, wanting to see if Jax would take another stab at her, which she did. "Ya know Ophelia, I knew you were desperate for love but I didn't know you were stupid too." Instead of responding though, she decided to be the bigger person and simply smiled at Jax, noticing her eyes were glazed over, most likely from the mixture of alcohol and pain killers she was on. Jax could be mean sometimes, but Ophelia loved her always. She knew Jax didn't, and wouldn't understand right away no matter what, and figured she would let her sleep off some of the alcohol before bothering to speak with her again. Ophelia knew she wasn't the most popular, or the smartest, or strongest person on the planet, especially compared to Jax, but she did know however that she had a kind soul.

Ophelia finally moved to her bedroom and grabbed her cloak and whip, and went back outside with plans to answer Roxas finally, and make her way eventually to one of her favorite places to go, when things were rough. "I didn't tell you because I thought it would just be better if I didn't put a burden on someone like that. I figured I could go a while without telling anyone. But I guess I suck at hiding things. I hope you're not upset. And like I said, you can walk away at any time. I really would understand," she spoke matter-of-factly, her eyes watching the ground as she moved from the porch to the cobblestone street, heading towards the piers. The moon was high and round in the sky, not a single cloud around to block it's light.