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The city of Evermore was beautiful, Ophelia had come to that realization a long time ago, there was something about how the old times mixed with the new so effortlessly here that drew you in, made you want to stay a while, see everything there was to see. Despite this, Ophelia often found herself staying home at the Celestial castle, spending time with her people and watching the sky from her window. Much like the other celestials whom she lived with, from the moment she had fallen her life had been a series of running, hiding and fighting, that mentality carried with her, always sitting at the back of her mind, always nagging away at her and dictating the life she lead. She knew there was peace in Evermore city but she simply didn't trust it.
This evening she found herself on the streets of Evermore city a few hours after sunset. The wayfinder was dressed far more casually than was her usual presence to fit in with the people walking through the city. Initially she had headed out in search of a sewing kit having realized that one of her favorite dresses was in desperate need of a repair but after heading into a few shops she was yet to find what she wanted. Sighing as she exited the forth shop she had visited that evening she headed down the back alley which would lead her over to the next street where she was told there was another corner shop.
The alley was narrow with no source of light other than the upstairs window of a nearby home and as she walked through it the wayfinder found herself quickening her pace, wanting to reach the other side faster. To ease her worries she closed her eyes allowing her power to flow through her until her skin illuminated with a pale light which was just enough to see ahead and around her as she walked. As she moved however she heard the sound of someone mutter behind her and before she could react a male clasped his hand over her mouth before speaking 'You're one of them'.
Ophelia naturally made a sound of distress as she found herself taken off balance, she heard the sound of more footsteps coming from either side of the alley as she struggled against the male's grip around her reaching down slowly towards her boot where she kept a hidden dagger. She felt her heartbeat begin to quicken and she quickly scanned her mind for logical ways she could get out of this particular situation. Without missing a beat the brunette fought back, her elbow digging hard into the male's chest causing him to release his grip on her long enough for her to turn around and kick him hard in the groin.
Without another thought she reached down pulling her knife from her boot before she turned, ready to take on whoever came at her next.
It felt like no matter what he did, the Aspect of Realms found himself questioning his actions. Whether it be the imprisonment of Celestials, or his feelings for a certain Nephilim - emotions that he was sure of at one point of time, seemed clouded with uncertainty now at present when both the Wayfinder and the Angel-Child were in the same city with him.
Deciding he needed some air, the male pushed himself up from his chair, circling the giant mahogany table he had spent most of the day behind to reach the staff he had placed against the wall, the bright blue sceptre glowing under the pale moonlight as he stepped through the double doors onto his private balcony. Out of habit, the male looked over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching before he closed his eyes and leaped in the air, transforming into a dragon, invisible to the naked eye.
For the first time in centuries, Venetus felt his thoughts overwhelming him - each worry from the Celestials to his tiff with Aurantia, slowly chipping away parts of his well being. As a leader, he felt lost and the doubt upon his own skills to lead his people was getting stronger. Gliding through the clouds, he dived towards the heart of the city before spotting an inconspicuous building near an alley and decided to land on its roof.
Seating himself on the ledge, he scanned the many faces that walked the streets below him, the crowds of citizens going about, doing their own thing - whether it be buying Christmas decorations or going back home from work. He was almost lost in his thoughts when he heard a distressed noise. Quickly standing back on his feet, he grabbed his staff and jumped in the direction of the noise, turning into a dragon momentarily to help his landing.
It didn't seem like the female needed help with two men already on the floor, groaning in pain. However as soon as she turned around, Venetus stopped in his tracks, recognizing those doe hues and lithe frame. Though without uttering a word, he launched his staff at a man about to attack her from the back, sending the pointed edge of it straight through his stomach. Silently, the male took the few steps forward, past the Wayfinder to retrieve his pole. And once he had unlodged it from the man's intestines, he turned to face the brunette, though not meeting her eyes as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood of his staff. "You're welcome."
Ophelia would have thought it lucky that she had put in training in combat but it had become more of a necessity than a choice for her throughout the years. As she stood, staring the eyes of her attackers in the face as she fought them off she was reminded of the sad reality of what it meant to be a celestial, always looking over your shoulder and never feeling like you truly belonged in the world. She did her best with what she had to work with though and now she considered herself somewhat of a warrior.
She moved swiftly, striking them as they came at her and landing neat and powerful blows, as the blood spattered on her face she simply wiped it away. She turned to strike one of them, kicking them down to the floor before she heard the telling whoosh of a weapon through the air. She hadn’t seen the other male in her peripheral but the staff made quick work of his advance. Shocked the wayfinder stopped in her tracks, watching as the last male fell to the ground around her.
Naturally she turned to face the male who had come to her aid, now she was covered in blood and her heartbeat was fast as she slowly returned to reality, realizing the scene around her she took a long and shaky breath, it never got any easier for her, finding herself in situations like this brought everything back, caused a sadness and a rage to bubble up through her entire being.
As her eyes met her mystery saviour however she stared for a moment trying to process everything. Of all the people to come to her rescue did it have to be the person she didn’t want to see most of all and why did he think he had the right to act smug the way he did. Ophelia had been harboring her anger at Venetus for the entire time she had been in Evermore, saving face and playing the polite side of herself for the sake of trying to make peace for her people but if he thought she showed any gratitude to him he really was delusional.
Perhaps it was the adrenaline pumping through her veins or the overwhelming feeling of anger she had from having to live her life constantly on the run but her reaction, almost knee jerk like was to use the last of her pent up energy to connect her fist with his face, punching him hard and cleanly before she recoiled, shaking her arm a little as she realized she had just punched a dragon in the face. She gritted her teeth but stared back at him angrily as she tucked her dagger back into her shoe.
Venetus wasn't sure what he was thinking when he swooped in to save the female, purely going by his instincts to save those in need. However, when he realised the not-so-damsel-in-distress was none other than the very Wayfinder he had been thinking about for the past few weeks, an annoyance took over his mind at fate for bringing them face to face in such a situation.
He knew she would not appreciate his efforts, and he wasn't looking for validation but a part of him couldn't help but remark at her, after all she had accused him of destroying her life once and now he had just helped save her. He noticed the change in her features as she too realised who had been his saviour and he simply retrieved his staff and wiped the blood of its end, ready to walk away as he knew neither of them wanted to be in this situation.
However, Ophelia had a different thought altogether and as her fist met with his face, he could hear the crack of his bones as the sheer strength sent him reeling to the side. He knew he deserved that, so he quietly cupped his jaw and shifted it back in its place, the click making him wince as pain seared through his body. "Feel better now?" He asked, taking the white cloth back in his hand as he dabbed at the stream of blood that oozed down the corner of his mouth. "Or is this going to be our usual form of greeting from now on?"
His icy hues held her cocoa gaze momentarily, remembering all the times they had spent together and guilt rose in him once again for betraying her the way he did. There was not much he could do about it now, and perhaps if he had the choice he would not have done things differently because there was no other solution to their problem, but that was something he knew Ophelia could never understand.
There were a lot of things Ophelia had wanted to say to Venetus at first, she had wanted to yell and scream at him for betraying everything she thought him to be, she wanted to plead with him not to punish her people for something that had never been their fault, her heart had hurt because she had completely fallen from the safety net she thought she had. She’d had a long time to process those feelings and bury them but as she was faced with him, without the need for saving face, they all threatened to come to the surface.
Thankfully they formed in the shape of a physical punch rather than her bursting into tears or something equally ridiculous that she didn’t want to do in front of him. She felt pain radiate through her first and up her arm as she recoiled from the motion almost shocked at her own actions. She shook her own arm a little to placate the pain she was feeling as she heard him speak. She shook her head head in response to his words “No it just makes me even more pissed that you act so calm” she answered honestly as she buried her now throbbing hand into her pocket and played it off.
Things to say kept bubbling up in her mind as she looked back at him, watching as he dabbed at the blood on his nose as though it didn’t bother him. She always thought she could read him and his emotions back on Skye but looking back at his icy blue eyes she wasn’t sure she knew anything anymore “So what you don’t even feel anything anymore?” she asked with raised brows, perhaps he never had to begin with, she had always known she loved him more than he loved her but she had remembered times when he had smiled with the brightness of the sun or shown vulnerability as he talked about his past. Once he had seemed like a person to her but now she didn’t know a thing.