remnant of the past (josh)
POSTED ON Mar 10, 2021 20:17:50 GMT
Post by Ophelia Dragelion on Mar 10, 2021 20:17:50 GMT
She doesn't speak the name of her parents and brother in the years prior. They feel too clean to be spoken by her lips, as if the quietest whisper from her would taint and disturb whatever peace they managed to achieve in the afterlife. Even her thoughts had been absent of the words yet she didn't dare forget. What peace could the dead find if there wasn't one person to hold onto their memory? It had been a fine line to walk.
The moment Ophelia allows the names to pass, they feel foreign. They hang in the air like smoke and leave a bittersweet taste in her mouth. The mercenaries are the ones to share the truth of her brother moments later; his continued life and apparent noble appointment. Her thought is immediate and fleeting, "I knew he would surpass mom and dad one day". The moments to follow are flooded with thoughts she can't pinpoint long enough to understand. Where was he this entire time? Did that noble title include her as well? What if he didn't want anything to do with her?
She had done well enough for herself despite the years of stumbling. Ophelia had always been prepared to live knowing that she was the last of the Dragelion line, but that had been before she knew Josh was alive. If her brother wanted nothing to do with her, was there really an option to continue living as she had, simply content knowing he's been alive this entire time?
That question, and the ones that follow suit, lead her to Ordon Village. She's alone for the visit. As much as she would've loved the support, she would've rather died than let the others see her upset. The ranch isn't like the one they grew up on, but it's close. It looks every bit of flourishing as the people claimed. Ophelia is so consumed by the ranch's beauty and the nostalgia it invoked that the sound of her own fist knocking on the house's door brings her back to reality. Her brother. The one that's been dead for eight years but not really, is on the other side of the door.
Her plan had been to knock on the door and -- then what? Damned mind and hand. Filthy traitors, the both of them. There's a brief moment where she considers running away and returning when she was more prepared, but would there ever be a day she would be ready for this? With great strength, a true test of willpower, the young woman roots herself in place.
tag: Josh Dragelion
notes: \o/