Nothing Feels the Same
***Ophelia*** The earth is the first thing I feel. There is grass beneath my cheek, which is welcome against skin that still feels frozen through. My eyes flutter open, met only by blurry blades of green that dominate my vision. I try to sit, but the world tilts violently, forcing me to collapse onto my back with a useless roll. Everything feels so...heavy. Breathless, I shift instead, my arm flinging out against something warm, something steady. Ares. At least, I think it is, as I turn my head to look. The olive hue of his skin, the familiar line of his hair, are things I would recognise anywhere. “Ares,” I whisper, though it is more breath than actual sound. Above me, the surrounding structure looks much like it did before, but...different. This was another world, that was for sur
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