Oh dear Ofelia, how I wish I was you,
to be inside you, to taste you
and to devour you whole.
I loved you,
I really did,
In my own twisted way.
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
[felix x oc x oliver] a saltburn fanfic. No
(Whether she wants it or not, whether she does, she doesn't She's going to be with me, until she dies)
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warning: sex, dark topics and dark humor.
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𝔒felia never imagined she would be at this place a year later; receiving that text from Venetia begging her to please come spend the summer at Saltburn; acting like nothing had happened, like their friendship was still intact and like her bother didn't broke her heart.
She debated to come, take the train from London, she felt like she was sentencing herself to something she wanted to avoid, to see Felix.
Could she really avoid his presence for two and a half months?
Was that possible?
What If he saw her and pretended she didn't existed?
It would be a relieve and a stab at her heart.
Yet, here she was at Saltburn, sun almost down. In an awkward staring contest with Duncan who looked surprised but pleased to see her, he had greeted her and informed her they were waiting for her, dinner was in an hour.
When he signaled her room she thought she would be next door to Venetia's, like last summer, her stomach dropped when two doors down she noticed Felix's door.
Quickly entering her new room and looking around, dropping her bags and brushing her chopped bangs, Ofelia let out a deep sigh, "Well," She whispered to herself to dig through her bag for a dress to wear "You just need to get through these two months, how hard can—," the door to her room slammed open, a girly shriek surrounding her, arms embracing her tight.
"God, I missed you so much. Please never avoid me again," Venetia said manhandling her and turning her around to observe every detail of her face, "I love the red highlights, it's giving me Vivienne Westwood in the best way possible!" Her blue eyed friend exclaimed while pinching her cheeks, a soft smile plastered in her lips.
Venetia love's language with Ofelia was physical touch, it was always her way of expressing how she was feeling.
Ofelia turned her face and body away, "Thanks." She proceeded to keep unpacking trying to disguise the awkwardness she felt, while Venetia dropped her body on her bed, until now she noticed how she was wearing her evening gown, no makeup on, yet.
"So... what are you gonna wear? I think you should wear a black dress, have a revenge moment a la princess Diana..." Venetia eagerly ranted looking through her clothes and admiring the pieces her friend had, while snooping she encountered a bottle of lexapro pills, she grabbed them eagerly, "Oh, what is this for?" She cheekily asked wiggling her eyebrows, Ofelia clumsily grabbed the bottle off her hands and put it away.
