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──── ' hargreeves, i have so many problems (and five is the cause of all of them) ' ──── [CH. IV] ✦ ˚
"i'm dreaming, aren't I?"
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DUST SETTLES IN THE AIR as Ophira's fingertips brush along the hard-covered surface of a stray book. Other various books in the line tumble against the frame of the bookshelf at the disturbance. Ophira finds themselves sinking back into one of their perfectly plush chairs, one which hangs from the ceiling. They majestically sway back and forth, body perfectly moulded into the seat, as if it is made for them. On second thought, it probably was.
Ophira's eyes fall upon the front cover of the book. A Guide To Time Travel.
"For fuck's sake..."
The tense, unnerving silence is broken as a familiar melody begins to drift throughout the house, travelling throughout the rather worn, thinned frame of the old-aged walls. This very certain melody causes Ophira to raise their head, lips squishing together. The book that they once held tightly in their grasp is long forgotten in the back of the woman's mind.
"....Children, behave. That's what they say when we're together..."
Each hue and note of the melody causes the depths of Ophira's eyes to light up in a new-found remembrance. This song, more like a record, was the sibling's go-to track to be played when they were young. When Reginald was out of the house, and they had the house to themselves, it wasn't a surprise to hear this same melody floating through walls. A memory from when the family was whole. Now it's a mere reminder of their childhood. An abstract symbol of freedom.
