Sometimes mistakes can't be fixed, huh Ophelia?
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The next time she wakes him up (not brings him to life, wakes him), Eddie gives her a pitying look.
Ophelia wants to slam his head against the ground for that. She wants his rage, his fear- not his pity. She squirms closer to him, the two spread out across the damp earth around the sea. She presses close enough to curl tightly against him.
"You keep doin' this…" He can't even raise his arms in the moment, he's just limp in her grasp. "You realize your army has left you to rot just like Ironheade did?"
"I told them to leave." She corrects hotly, nails digging into his back. "I needed time with you. It's different." She knows the difference, she knows where she stands with her army. They are loyal, they are loving, they would never leave her.
"You're fuckin' delusional." He breathes out slowly, his breath reeks of decay and rotting flowers. "You need to let go."
"No." Her attempt to sound commanding comes off as petulant. She buries her face against his neck, "I can't."
"Ophelia, let go." He manages to shakily raise a hand up, resting it against the back of her head. He's weak but manages a semblance of an embrace. That much sends warmth rolling through her, relief and oddly, grief. She can't pinpoint why.
"I hate you."
"I loved you once. Given my current circumstances I can't really muster much of anythin' right now."
"You aren't dead."
"I'm very dead." She can feel the pity in his voice now. "Deadest in fact." He pauses, he pauses too long as if losing himself. Before he comes back together, the light flickering on within him. "I win the most dead award now. So your army can go fuck itself."
She smacks his back in frustration. She wants to scream at him, but finds her voice so, so, so small. "I hate you."
"I love you." He pats her shoulder gently. "You fuckin' trash heap of a human." After that he goes still again. Ophelia buries her face against his shoulder desperately.
She is alone.
This isn't what she wanted. This isn't what she wanted at all.
"Please." She pleas softly, only moving away so she can cup his face in her hands, staring down at his cold face. "Please."
He doesn't come back this time. He'll never come back. That thought alone causes Ophelia to quake, hot tears blinding her as she weeps over her victory.
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and that's the end of this fic! I hope you enjoyed it!