[Of course, even worlds apart, Faramir knows when her heart is aching. Of course, even when she's forced her hand to be smooth and even, he's guessed at the turmoil in her heart.
For a long while, Ophelia simply scans over the familiar scrawl newly covering the pages. What a strange relief it is, to feel affection after this recent shattering.]
Elskede--
I would far rather you think of the nasturtiums than worry after my troubles, but I expect your heart is too kind not to fret--and in truth, I would not cure you of your gentleness for all the world.
It is but a little thing, in the end. My lord the Prince has used me more harshly than he was wont to. [She has to pause there for a long moment, free hand pressed to her lips and eyes squeezed shut against the sharpness of each word cutting into her heart.] I had hoped speaking with him again would ease both our minds, but it seems all I was good for was stoking his hurts.
But do not think of me here and unhappy. Think of me as you saw me last, in the true surfeit of happiness that comes with your nearness. What aches me now is nothing you cannot soothe.
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Date: 2018-11-19 02:15 am (UTC)For a long while, Ophelia simply scans over the familiar scrawl newly covering the pages. What a strange relief it is, to feel affection after this recent shattering.]
Elskede--
I would far rather you think of the nasturtiums than worry after my troubles, but I expect your heart is too kind not to fret--and in truth, I would not cure you of your gentleness for all the world.
It is but a little thing, in the end. My lord the Prince has used me more harshly than he was wont to. [She has to pause there for a long moment, free hand pressed to her lips and eyes squeezed shut against the sharpness of each word cutting into her heart.] I had hoped speaking with him again would ease both our minds, but it seems all I was good for was stoking his hurts.
But do not think of me here and unhappy. Think of me as you saw me last, in the true surfeit of happiness that comes with your nearness. What aches me now is nothing you cannot soothe.
I do truly remain,
your Ophelia