[There's little time, in the coming days, to steal a moment for herself beyond the heartbeats just before sleep. There's an odd, frenetic flurry to the castle, as the world continues to tilt and sway under the scattered plans to brighten the prince of the Danes back from his brush with madness.
Gertrude needs her to be strong. Gertrude needs her to be bright and steady and eager to help. Gertrude still needs her to be in love with the man who had ripped her from his own heart.
There's little time to write to Faramir--only a few stolen seconds when she wakes to read over the lines of his letter as she steels herself for the trials ahead.
The players, thankfully, provide wonderful distraction for the entire court. At last, Ophelia finds herself hurrying alone through the halls of Elsinore; and then, at longer last, instead tripping along through the rows of books she knows to belong to the Library.
Shamefully, to her own mind, her first thought isn't to seek out Faramir. His life had ever been in far more danger than her own, and by rights she ought to seek for news, or at least begin to properly reply to his last missive.
Instead, at the end of the row, Ophelia's body allows itself to drop into a heap of skirts, folding herself in as best as she can before the first sobs take hold of her.]
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Date: 2018-12-15 06:02 pm (UTC)Gertrude needs her to be strong. Gertrude needs her to be bright and steady and eager to help. Gertrude still needs her to be in love with the man who had ripped her from his own heart.
There's little time to write to Faramir--only a few stolen seconds when she wakes to read over the lines of his letter as she steels herself for the trials ahead.
The players, thankfully, provide wonderful distraction for the entire court. At last, Ophelia finds herself hurrying alone through the halls of Elsinore; and then, at longer last, instead tripping along through the rows of books she knows to belong to the Library.
Shamefully, to her own mind, her first thought isn't to seek out Faramir. His life had ever been in far more danger than her own, and by rights she ought to seek for news, or at least begin to properly reply to his last missive.
Instead, at the end of the row, Ophelia's body allows itself to drop into a heap of skirts, folding herself in as best as she can before the first sobs take hold of her.]