they can haunt me all they want
Fitness Coach
08-19-2021, 11:39 AM
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Ophie parted her lips, determined to insist Asla had done nothing wrong, only to click her teeth shut as her sister continued to say her piece. A lot had happened at once, there was no way Asla could have kept everything in check, something was bound to slip. It was for the best that it had been Ophie who had fallen to the wayside, anything else would have been harder to recover from and ran the risk of crumbling the Armada's foundations. Ophie was just a princess, one amongst many, if she'd gone missing she knew she would have been missed, that her family would have searched far and wide. But ultimately they would recover, move on and look back through rose-tinted glasses, lamenting all the things she could have been. Mourning her potential and not who she really was; a muddy disgrace.
Apologising seemed to be a thing Fatalis' visibly struggled with and Ophie just wasn't the sort to spit it back in her sister's face, not when she was laying it out like this. No punches pulled. It hurt a little to know her actions, or rather inaction, were causing Asla any distress. This wasn't what she wanted but would not deny the apology or the baggage that came with it. The world was a big, scary place, having wolves like Asla at her back made her feel a little less small, like she finally counted in someone eyes. As though getting better was a real possibility, not something worth crying herself to sleep at night.
Ophie sniffed, a little teary, and her chest felt tight but not from lack of breath. She shuffled closer to meet her sister in the middle, hesitant but hopeful as she eyed Asla's extended limb. Ophie had always been touchy-feely, eager to feel the warmth of something over than the heat of her own chub, but did Asla really mean it? What if she recoiled away in disgust? Ophie's coat was as manky as ever, abysmal compared to the smooth tan of her sister's form.
Unable to help herself, Ophie stumbled into her embrace, letting out pathetic little sniffs as she buried her muzzle into the fluff of her coat. She felt like home, what family really ought to be. Pressing as much of her form against her as she could manage, Ophie squeezed her eyes shut, finding comfort in the darkness.
"I'm sorry I used to think you were scary." Her voice wobbled, the truth coming in the safety of her hold.
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