05-01-2019, 09:44 PM
Ophanim
He prefers to hide in plain sight whenever he feel ashamed of himself or particularly disgraced by his own misdeeds. Adna deserved someone who would cradle her and offer her up some stability in this life and yet he found himself plucking whatever bits he liked best from her. Now she’s heavily pregnant and so is Starsin, each of them carrying his children without the slightest inkling of the other. And what of his other children? When will they all come seeking their father in Loess? He’s hard to miss with those splashes of gold and white all across his immaculate body.
The slow burning halo rocks and seems eager to fall from behind his head as he nearly runs face first into Kensa. His bright blue eyes blink suddenly as though awoken from a dream and his wings snap open in a brilliant cream colored blur. A few feathers gently sway to the ground and Ophanim laughs, a kind sound that is all dreamy harp chords and down pillows. His wings settle over his back once more as he takes a step backward to give her space. (Truth be told, he wants to draw closer, wants to add another regret to the pile, but he refrains.)
“Hello Kensa. My name is Ophanim,” he says, a hint of laughter still weaving its way into his summer-honey voice. “You have uh.. something in your hair.”
He leans in and carefully plucks a foxtail from her hair, gingerly dropping the thing on the ground. A single point remains stuck to his lip, however, and he winces at the pinprick feeling. How embarrassing. Ophanim clears his throat and glances down his nose to the little seed now caught in his skin.
“Would you mind.. getting that maybe?” he asks with a nervous chuckle. In the back of his mind, he can just hear Starsin snapping her teeth and bristling at the sight of him entertaining another girl like this. But he can’t just let this little grass seed reside in the tender flesh of his lips forever, can he?