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[semicharmed]

[ Okay, the first time his text went to the wrong person, but this time Matt's triple-checked his message history before hitting send. ]

ugggh the elevator i'm in is stopped and i accidentally texted the wrong person about it

ho ho, hos

[valkyriens]

((holler at me me if there's anything you'd like changed/added/etc!!))

[Ophelia put a lot of energy into her contributions to the Brumfast party, so it's no wonder that similar scenarios begin to fill her mind even in her dreams. The devil woman who appeared the night previous and cracked her hard across the back of the thighs had been equally... informed, she supposes, by the time of year, impacted by local superstition. What is strange, however, is the reappearance of a dream visitor with whom she is acquainted but has had little opportunity to meet in person. She would start to wonder if Lilias herself is a creation solely of dreams if she weren't so obviously in control.

From the cozy, almost gingerbread-like setting of the cabin this dream takes place in to the twinkling lights just barely unreachable in the distance, there's a holiday ambience around them. But outside, a storm is still raging, and occasionally a windy chill strikes the firelit room. Her outfit, even, is not unlike a 21st century take on thisbecause this look is really underrated and extremely slept on, though the look and fabric are modernized. Dressed so prettily and fussing around the place as though any amount of trying could make this dream house even more of a home, Ophelia's domesticity should probably bore her...and yet she seems so earnest in it.]

Is everything to your liking?

[On the surface, she could be referring to any number of things about the situation: The decorations purposefully placed around the house, or the music playing muted in another room, or the cooking and baking already done. But a keen eye could just as easily catch that she in some way means herself as well, especially given the way she folds her hands behind herself, anticipating scrutiny. Ophelia can count on her fingers the number of people whose approval she actively has sought. As befitting most mages, her pride encompasses itself, and she remains self-assured of her own abilities. Yet it feels like the pit of her stomach will fall out if she isn't given something positive for her efforts. She fidgets, line of vision fixing on the floor at Lilias' feet.]

If you have other specifications, it isn't too late to accommodate them.