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── ' would you put 'daddy issues' under experience or special skills ? ' ── [CH.III] ✦ ˚
"there's a reason why you're number one."
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A SHARP KNOCK echoed throughout the room.
Ophira – barely at the age of six – stood in front of a door, dark oak frame towered over their small, petite statue. The edge of their head barely reached the golden door handle, which threateningly extended over them. The girl pulled their glove-ridden hand away from the material of the thick oak, drawing it behind their back. Their thick, woolly fingers interlocked gently. With the familiar motion, they straightened their posture, shoulders pushed behind and their back giving a gentle, subtle arch.
A rustle sounded from behind them.
At the mere sound, Ophira sharply snapped their head towards the source of the noise. Their sleekly framed chin propped over their shoulder momentarily as their eyes crept along, flickering to the doorway merely a few feet away. Their gaze was precise enough to catch onto a pair of tea green hues, flecked with tastes of hazel and even hints of azure. They precisely contrasted against the inky darkness of the shadows. Sickeningly fluttering. Sickeningly familiar.
Five.
The pair of sharply framed eyes battered once, twice before disappearing entirely amid the shadows. The sound of his silhouette slipping away manages to echo throughout the corridor, along with the pathetic little shuffle of footsteps. Ophira pursed their lips with distaste, paired with the lowering of their precisely waxed eyebrows.
