The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
Although their friendship - independent of Ophelia - had now been established for a while, it still thrilled Nova to hear Porphyria say as much in words. It probably ought to be sooner rather than later, it is less tragic the older one gets. Nova suddenly looked down and found her hand around Porphyria's and though she had no memory of initiating the gesture, it was clear that she must've done so. She immediately let go of her. Then, fearing this might cause greater offense, she took her hand again as though she'd never dropped it in the first place. She looked up and away so as not to draw further attention to their hands, as if Porphyria was likely to not notice otherwise. Ophelia would make a fine ghost, she muttered, body more tense than a violin string.
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