princess serenity, hbic. (mikipinku) wrote,
@ 2011-07-22 01:00:00

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Entry tags:	character: ophelia wilkes, sort: 25 flavors, type: meme

25 flavors . ophelia wilkes

ophelia c. wilkes;
happy	angry	sad	concerned	scared
crying	giddy	crush	muggle	innocent
betrayed	baby	best friend	focused	traumatized
wary	drunk	flustered	bitchy	maternal love
first year	love	upset	amery	p.y.o.

23; p.y.o.; upset (dmitry)

For living in as large a home as Ophelia Wilkes did, you would think it would be a little easier to avoid a single person. As it were, this was seemingly not the case.

After an hour or so of moving from location to location within the manor and each time being chased out by something which reminded her of her husband, she had finally settled upon locking herself soundly in the newly finished nursery. Her child's nursery. Her daughter's nursery.

This had to be some kind of sick joke, right? That was the only thing she could think as she curled around herself in the comfort of the plush rose-and-cream rocker, staring at the empty bassinet near the far wall. This had to be some kind of cruel prank, some silly mistake... because if it wasn't, then that meant that she had to acknowledge that Grayson had----

No, it wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Her eyes welled hopelessly with stinging tears, forcing to smother her face tightly in her knees. It wasn't fair that she had come back to him, had finally, truly devoted herself to him, had thought that everything was at last happening as it should... They were married after so long, they were having a child, his first child. The baby she was carrying was supposed to be his first child, and now in the span of mere seconds that had all changed.

Because he had a child. Grayson had a child; a beautiful, blonde little boy who shared his face and name and blood. And who couldn't be any less hers.

He was a gorgeous child. Not even three years old, innocent as could be, no idea of how his life had just come crashing down around him. He needed a home and his father and someone to love and protect him. He was there because he was a baby and he had no one left in the world, and yet she couldn't help but hate him. Right then, she hated him for showing up, she hated his mother for dying, and she hated Grayson for letting this happen.

No, that wasn't right, was it? It wasn't Dmitry she hated. It was Grayson. It was her husband, who she trusted with everything she had and yet who had been stupid enough, been secretive enough to father a child and proceed to keep it from her. More than anything, she hated him for knowing he existed... not only because he hadn't cared enough to tell the woman he had married, but because he wanted so little to do with his own son that he had attempted to forget he existed entirely.

What did that say about him? He had assured her quickly, again and again, that Dmitry's mother had been nothing to him, that it had all been a mistake and the circumstances were nothing akin to their life now, but Ophelia couldn't help but think. Could she trust that he wouldn't abandon her and their daughter as he had Dmitry? Could she trust him at all?

Her heart ached, knowing that she had no idea what the answer to that was anymore.

A brisk autumn breeze stirred the airy draperies adorning the balcony window and fell across her forehead. Slowly rising, she took in blurred visions of the room she had created; into which she had spent countless hours bestowing her wildest dreams and brightest hopes. How many days had she spent sitting in this room and daydreaming about the wonderful things that lay ahead for their brand new family?

Whether those dreams had been dashed or merely sullied, the emotion had now run ice cold, replaced by doubt. Shaky hands ran back through dark hair, tangling there for a long moment, and she closed her eyes. Circe, what was she going to do?

24; p.y.o.; amery

"You know, you really cannot say I didn't try to advise you against this."

Ophelia started gently at the voice near her ear, surprised by its presence but not having to look to know from whence it came. Smiling fondly before she had even turned around, the bride opened up her arms to envelop her new brother-in-law in a tight hug. Holding on just a second longer than necessary before she released him, she planted a kiss on Amery's cheek, a sign of affection she would not have thought to afford to any other member of his family--except her husband, of course.

Of course.

"Unfortunately, I seem to have shut my ears to all sense and reason for once in my life," she teased. Certainly, neither was serious... Both of them loved Grayson--in some way or another--and this wedding, so long in the making, was a good thing for their family. It was simply a running joke, to say that her being with anyone else would have been the wiser course of action. She and Grayson may have been entirely opposite personalities, only fit to one another in the strangest of circumstances, but this was the only proper ending to the story.

Of course.

Playfully, Amery frowned and shook his head. "Tsk, I'm disappointed," he muttered. "And here I had hopes of finally having one sensible relative with whom to associate."

To outside ears that may have been an impish exaggeration, but below the surface both knew that he was absolutely serious. Ophelia could not help but feel badly for Amery much of the time. To look at what he had grown up around--a Muggle lover for a twin, two unreasonably vindictive bitches for sisters, and a rash and possibly mentally off Death Eater for a younger brother--Ophelia had always thought that Amery must have had an incomparable resolve to have survived so long. If he ever felt half as overwhelmed with his siblings as she did, the poor man must have resorted to pulling out his hair long ago.

That was not to say that she felt she had gotten the shorter end of the bargain, having been betrothed to and falling in love with Grayson rather than his elder brother, that was.

Of course.

"Deepest apologies," she answered, a soft smirk pulling up at her lips. "I will have to try harder in the future to make wiser choices." Something about the way she said it seemed ambiguous, though. Not that she would not try--maybe that she was accepting her errors in judgement. Not that she had made any such errors... of course.

He nodded deftly and Ophelia squeezed her brother-in-law's hands reassuringly before releasing them.

"I believe my husband is waiting."

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