~ i am lolita, you are the criminal
'whose is the voice ringing in my head'
prompt; past -for time_schizo
word count; 641
"You were happy."
They'd just been sitting there, Ophelia doodling on the table in the back yard with her parasol covering her pale skin. Rictor and Lucia were in the house, in her house, as it was nap time and the little princess was kicking up a fuss. Tia Phe usually spoiled the little thing.
The remark came out of the blue, and Ophelia only just registered Mark's feelings as he spoke. She frowned, "What's the were, it's still right there. Don't see the connection, was it an objection?" For the last few years, Ophelia had been living rather well on her own, somewhat. She travelled out to see the boys whenever she wanted and with the inclusion of little Lucia, that was getting more and more often.
"No, before, you and Ric. You were happy." Ophelia would've smiled, if she couldn't feel the worry and doubt coming from Mark at the comment. Her eyebrow raised as she tried to ponder it out. He wasn't looking at her though, he was staring just past her, and Ophelia turned to look, although she immediately knew that this was nothing she'd manage to see. It was his alone.
"In parts, we were, it's still quite fair. But not all real, for Ophelia can't feel." In the last leg of what they had, Ophelia had simply kept Rictor happy in the only way she was capable, manipulating his emotions. She wondered sometimes if that was what she'd done from the start. "What's the fire, where's the pool? What's with the talk of a fool? Aren't you content, isn't it well? You can't lie to Ophelia, she can always tell."
Nothing felt off with Martini and Rictor; there was the usual spark, the fanning of love, the fear and need and occasionally that desperate need to be near each other. Bumps, Ophelia knew of them, they made things much more real in her opinion. And Martini and Rictor always felt real to her.
"We've been having," Mark turned away from whatever he could see, presumably scenes from a life Ophelia could never go back to, looking straight at her with tired green eyes, "disagreements." Understatement really, Ophelia had been there for Lucia's birthday, when the pair finally sorted out their future. She thought that it had been a terribly foolish way to do it, really, as if Mark hadn't known all along that he was Rictor's other half. But she didn't bring it up, just smiled softly, placing a hand over Martini's hand.
"It's not all roses when it's real and for keeps. It's just the way that the time so creeps. You'll have a spat and then make nice. It's part of that fire and ice. Can't stay happy, it always bleeds. A good bit of turbulence is part of his needs." Easy would be too dull, for both of them. They loved each other so completely, and Ophelia could feel it even when they couldn't, that if there weren't a few arguments, then one of them was lying. "It's different, back then," she nodded her head to where he'd been staring, as if she knew what was going on there and what he saw, "the who, what and when. Can't go back to what was, it just isn't us."
There was the tiniest of nods from Martini, and Ophelia leaned over to place a small kiss on his cheek, that got a larger smile. "We still love you, noblewoman dear, you can see that so very clear." He raised his hand with hers still covering it, kissing it softly as she grinned.
He didn't feel as conflicted, and Ophelia went back to doodling while loading some calm into him just for the requirement to do something else to help. After all, with her plans for their wedding, he'd need all the calm she could give.
prompt; past -for time_schizo
word count; 641
"You were happy."
They'd just been sitting there, Ophelia doodling on the table in the back yard with her parasol covering her pale skin. Rictor and Lucia were in the house, in her house, as it was nap time and the little princess was kicking up a fuss. Tia Phe usually spoiled the little thing.
The remark came out of the blue, and Ophelia only just registered Mark's feelings as he spoke. She frowned, "What's the were, it's still right there. Don't see the connection, was it an objection?" For the last few years, Ophelia had been living rather well on her own, somewhat. She travelled out to see the boys whenever she wanted and with the inclusion of little Lucia, that was getting more and more often.
"No, before, you and Ric. You were happy." Ophelia would've smiled, if she couldn't feel the worry and doubt coming from Mark at the comment. Her eyebrow raised as she tried to ponder it out. He wasn't looking at her though, he was staring just past her, and Ophelia turned to look, although she immediately knew that this was nothing she'd manage to see. It was his alone.
"In parts, we were, it's still quite fair. But not all real, for Ophelia can't feel." In the last leg of what they had, Ophelia had simply kept Rictor happy in the only way she was capable, manipulating his emotions. She wondered sometimes if that was what she'd done from the start. "What's the fire, where's the pool? What's with the talk of a fool? Aren't you content, isn't it well? You can't lie to Ophelia, she can always tell."
Nothing felt off with Martini and Rictor; there was the usual spark, the fanning of love, the fear and need and occasionally that desperate need to be near each other. Bumps, Ophelia knew of them, they made things much more real in her opinion. And Martini and Rictor always felt real to her.
"We've been having," Mark turned away from whatever he could see, presumably scenes from a life Ophelia could never go back to, looking straight at her with tired green eyes, "disagreements." Understatement really, Ophelia had been there for Lucia's birthday, when the pair finally sorted out their future. She thought that it had been a terribly foolish way to do it, really, as if Mark hadn't known all along that he was Rictor's other half. But she didn't bring it up, just smiled softly, placing a hand over Martini's hand.
"It's not all roses when it's real and for keeps. It's just the way that the time so creeps. You'll have a spat and then make nice. It's part of that fire and ice. Can't stay happy, it always bleeds. A good bit of turbulence is part of his needs." Easy would be too dull, for both of them. They loved each other so completely, and Ophelia could feel it even when they couldn't, that if there weren't a few arguments, then one of them was lying. "It's different, back then," she nodded her head to where he'd been staring, as if she knew what was going on there and what he saw, "the who, what and when. Can't go back to what was, it just isn't us."
There was the tiniest of nods from Martini, and Ophelia leaned over to place a small kiss on his cheek, that got a larger smile. "We still love you, noblewoman dear, you can see that so very clear." He raised his hand with hers still covering it, kissing it softly as she grinned.
He didn't feel as conflicted, and Ophelia went back to doodling while loading some calm into him just for the requirement to do something else to help. After all, with her plans for their wedding, he'd need all the calm she could give.