❝ lady, running down to
the riptide, making her
way to the dark side ~ ❞
♕♕♕
in which the prim & proper
boarding school girl captures
the heart of kooks & pogues alike,
with the most lovesick one of all
happening...
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ׂׂׂཻུ۪۪ *ೃ
── omg another update ?? who is she ?? honestly idek if anyone read this lol but my sudden motivation will not go to waste! ophelia is also one of my favourite ocs i've ever created and writing her is so fun !!! lmk what u think of her hehe, vote and comment x ──
ׂׂׂཻུ۪۪ *ೃ
📍 𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀
𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋-𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 something unheard of when you were as academically-driven as Ophelia was. Despite the school term having just drawn to a close, forcing one's body clock to grow accustomed to power-naps in between classes and during lunch breaks left Ophelia some sort of self-proclaimed insomniac. However, she supposed her inability to sleep at proper hours left her feeling decently awake when she'd finished writing her letters to her friends, retrieved her phone and spent the rest of her night humming to music she was listening to on her earphones.
When it approached fifteen past four in the morning, Ophelia made her way back inside, closing the balcony door carefully after switching the light off, a quiet creak causing Ophelia to hiss under her breath as she made her way over to the strategically placed duffel bag she'd left over at Saoirse's house after their graduation ceremony before the girls left to the arcade, maneuvering her way across Saoirse's pitch black room (doing her best not to trample on Aoife's legs) as she made sure the paper cranes rested by her friends' sides, a bittersweet smile on her face as her hand lingered on the handle of Saoirse's bedroom door.
"See you guys in three months," Ophelia whispered softly as she opened the door as quietly as she could before slipping out carefully, making her way down the silent apartment corridor, switching on her phone's torchlight as she waited in the living room for Cassian's text or a text from the driver hired by her family. Upon receiving a text from Young-Jae, her family's butler, Ophelia was pleasantly surprised.
Typically, her parents would simply send one of their other helpers to fly in early to Australia and act as Ophelia's chauffeur, unwilling to entrust any random person or driving service to escort their precious daughter ── especially with the Parks being such a note-worthy family worldwide and Ophelia seen as the rose amongst thorns, a precious jewel.
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠-𝐣𝐚𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐦 ㋡ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞
Miss Park, I have arrived outside the location your brother has forwarded. May I know if you are able to see the car? Do step outside and check. I am driving a black Cadillac. Let me know should complications arise.
