#{{ be glad... i was tempted to have ophelia lift mitama and suplex her or smth idk

[duskroine]

[ Embrace ] - The sender gets in closer, practically embracing the receiver as they dance.

          dusk mistakes the embrace for a moment of peaceful slumber, disguised within the looks of a dance.  but no matter if true or not, ophelia allows her arms to hang from mitama’s shoulders, aware of mitama and where her arms curl around her waist.  the partners around them, too, have adapted to the dropping pace of the orchestra’s melody and harmony; two lines of music that twist into each other until both are unrecognizable as individual pieces.

            ophelia slowly takes the crown from overtop of her head and gently sets it onto mitama’s head.  there had been a tease earlier in the night, where mentions of siegbert confusing mitama for ophelia only if the crown upon her hair meant an identity of passable standards.

            there are many differences between the two, but there is one of those that brings a similarity up: they were beyond beauty itself with the crown on.  it is a thought that brings soft laughter from ophelia’s lips, a noise that mitama moves in response to.

            “   has fatigue clung to your limbs, mitama?   ”   ophelia asks, voice quite too low to her own preference but she understands that outright screaming would be an annoyance to everyone including mitama.   “   hehe~!  you wouldn’t make your dear friend carry you through the corridors of darkness leading towards the arch of faith that lies your abode, correct?   ”   if purpose called for it, then it would most likely be claude to take mitama back to her room, or rhajat; ophelia cannot exclaim any further delight to being able to drag the gloomy sorceress into multiple photographic opportunities.

            as the two ladies step into a small spin, ophelia pulls back her arms and presses her hands against mitama’s face   —   contentment in the way she winks down at mitama.   “   do you require for the Chosen One to shake you awake?  a squeezing embrace or two will fit right well!   ”   playful as a joke but serious as a concept, for ophelia isn’t against having to lift someone and shake them until they wake up.  though it is clearly only an idea as ophelia moves to press her thumb against mitama’s nose, completely forgetting the prior question of fatigue and exasperation.

            the orchestra has yet to rise the pace of the song; ophelia lets go of mitama’s face and tilts her head, returning her arms to hang from mitama’s shoulders.   “   thank you for spending moments of the night by my side.  this was surely an experience that the stars will remember and look back on with glee.   ”