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Ophelia ([personal profile] chariestmaid) wrote2025-01-03 02:12 pm

of ladies most deject and wretched

The first feeling is fury. When Ophelia wakes from a warbling, uncertain dream like the reedy call of a recorder, there are tears in her eyes, but she can tell they're tears of anger. Ophelia would always cry, whenever she tried to argue on her own behalf, always broke down and bit her tongue before she got another word in. But if something saddened her, she could never summon tears. Her father didn't believe her because of it — she doubted her own feelings, doubted they counted if she couldn't express them appropriately. Hamlet could, he could swear his love with all the holy vows of heaven, before he ripped up his own words and threw them back at her.

And now her father’s left her, to weep herself to sleep. All propriety, all decorum left with him, not that it was been enough to cover her. He put his jacket on her shoulders instead of his arm, and turned his back to her, to go with the king.

Fury fades, and what remains is a drowsy numbness, a sense of wrongness as she sees herself as if from the outside: a missing cog in a breaking-down machine. What should she be feeling now? Ophelia doesn't know.

Hamlet was right, she thinks. She wasn't made to live in a court. She should have been a convent girl. She should have worn a veil, so no man could ever see her face, nor smear the paintings from it.  The chariest maid, her brother once said, is prodigal enough if she unmask her beauty to the moon. She keeps her eyes down, lest the moon catch her crying, or her angry tears unmask her.

When she looks up again, she's still clutching her father's jacket, thinking of the shame she'll bring when she's found out of doors. How did she come to be in these woods? It’s a quiet relief, after the stone walls of Elsinore, to see so much green.
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[personal profile] ninth_cavalier 2025-01-12 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. "Didn't mean it like that," Gideon says. "That shit's none of my business. You can be bad as hell if you want, I like a bad girl." She peers at her a little. "I meant are you, like. Okay. Uh, well? Unhurt?" She adds this last after a bit of a pause, because well seems pretty obviously out of reach.
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[personal profile] ninth_cavalier 2025-01-28 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Great," says Gideon. "Cool. Uh, not everyone is, when they first get here." She dithers a little, shifting from foot to foot, then—drawing on the tactics of the nicest people here—asks, "You hungry?"
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[personal profile] ninth_cavalier 2025-03-03 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nobody's named it yet," says Gideon. "It's—well, right now we're in the woods, but there's a big ass house, too, and then a littler house that some other people built. And then there's gardens, and a cove, and a lake. And that's pretty much it. Bubble world—can't get out." She takes another assessing look at Ophelia. "On the bright side, though, nobody can get in after you, either."
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[personal profile] ninth_cavalier 2025-04-19 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, uh, a lotta people end up feeling that way," says Gideon. "Where you from, anyway? Narnia? Space? Dinosaur times?"
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[personal profile] ninth_cavalier 2025-05-04 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pluto," says Gideon. "Um—the planet."
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[personal profile] ninth_cavalier 2025-05-10 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Gideon's brow furrows. "Uh," she says. "Maybe? We didn't call it Pluto, when I lived there, that's just what the angel told me it was called."
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[personal profile] ninth_cavalier 2025-05-14 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, shit, really?" Gideon asks, surprised. "I didn't know that. We're definitely the spookiest of the Nine Houses. Kinda take pride in it. Keepers of the Tomb, and everything."