What with November’s flowers against the headstone of the grave, Phyri almost could picture Ophelia as the mad heroine, skin paler than ever, drowned with flowers in her hair. A little drama in it, a dash of scandal – not at all Mrs. Malfoy’s choice of dignified suffering. Tragic accidents, she could approve of, and tilted her head to acknowledge that.
“I’m almost surprised she didn’t come back as a spirit,” Phyri said, of Ophelia again. Perhaps not in the state her body had been in, at the end – she imagined a dress in tatters, blood and guts and not much left of a Society look. “To have the last word at her funeral, you know. ” And Porphyria accepted death very well, was fascinated more than afraid of it – but she did miss Ophelia something awful, day to day. “But hopefully your tragic accident is not too soon upon the horizon,” Phyri added, in that vein; her tone was teasing. “I haven’t very many friends left to lose.”
“I’m almost surprised she didn’t come back as a spirit,” Phyri said, of Ophelia again. Perhaps not in the state her body had been in, at the end – she imagined a dress in tatters, blood and guts and not much left of a Society look. “To have the last word at her funeral, you know. ” And Porphyria accepted death very well, was fascinated more than afraid of it – but she did miss Ophelia something awful, day to day. “But hopefully your tragic accident is not too soon upon the horizon,” Phyri added, in that vein; her tone was teasing. “I haven’t very many friends left to lose.”
a sublime set by Lady! <3