//this is a magical human au bc why the fuck not

Delilah had suffered through plenty things in her lifetime. Even after the traumatic events of her past had been long gone, she still suffered from them. They haunted her, creeping around every corner and chasing her back. Never-ending, painful, heart-breaking. It hit her like a bad dream, like a rock, striking her until she was too unstable to walk or even think.

But him, God, him. He was like a light at the end of the tunnel, a guiding flicker that even someone like Delilah could worship, idolize. He was everything good to her, he was like some God to her. But why? She had noticed the way his eyes brightened up when he saw her cherry blossoms, when he saw her nearby. Maybe it was the way her hair shined under the morning sun, or the way her cherry blossoms floated upon thin air, like magic. She was magic, maybe her very being was magic.

Long, pastel pink hair fell loosely upon pale ivory shoulders, the freckles upon her skin light and almost invisible underneath the morning sun that shone through their cabin's windows. She had taken to sharing her home with Renegade, Delilah had no problem doing so. After all, she trusted the male with her life. She would risk her life to save his, it was the same for everyone else in the tribe.

She felt refreshed, having woken up, sat up, and stretched. Her bones cracked with pleasure, and soon her hand was shifting through her messy, wavy hair repeatedly, attempting to tame the unruly mane that was her morning bedhead. She smoothed her palm over the velvet blankets that were laid over her leg gracefully, keeping her bright magenta eyes casted downwards as she felt around for her phone. Nothing. Oh well.

Delilah soon slipped out of bed after pondering over what happened, soon finding her hands on top of the rose-shaped branding upon her lower stomach, right at the hipbone. She cringed at the feeling, but grabbed her crutch to lift herself up onto her single existent leg to dress. With a flick of her finger, she let a simple sundress fall over her figure, light and moveable through the gentle breeze.

The pastel-haired girl had eventually made her way downstairs at the smell of food, unsure of if it was burning or not.  It just smelled.. Weird.

[member=1221]RENEGADEANTHEM[/member]

One would have thought that the sight of a shirtless man wouldn't have bothered Delilah with how many she had to work with on the daily. Nobody would have expected Delilah's face to get so red that cherries couldn't compare in coloring. She was a mere innocent, blushing girl in the sight of someone who had so terribly attempted to cook her breakfast in her kitchen. He made a mess, sure, but the sight of muscles was much more distracting than dishes. Ren could always wash the dishes.

Slender fingers found their way over bright magenta hues as Delilah tried to conceal the embarrassment of gawking at a man's muscles. His body was scarred, but Delilah adored that part of Renegade. It wasn't like she loved him- well, she did, actually- platonically, though! He could never love someone like her, he deserved better! Anyways- Delilah adored Renegade, so just this once she'd let him wreck her kitchen.

When she had walked in and had gotten noticed by her roomate, Delilah took a few moments to gawk until he had let his shirt fall back over his body, covering the muscles she had previously been so shamelessly staring at. A gentle smile crossed over her features as she leaned against the counter, snatching up a piece of raspberry to pop it into her mouth. "Tried to cook, Renny? Why didn't you wake me up?" She asked calmly, an amused smile on her face as she did so. He was so adorably innocent in a way that Delilah wished she was. She was talented with creative arts, though. Her family was gifted in the arts, but the only thing Delilah was better at was medicine. She had been looked down upon in her family for being gifted with medicine, it was a sin. After all, most of her family were all faeries. Her mother, Titania, hated any mortal acts such as that. Why couldn't her daughter use magic to heal others?

Delilah wasn't unique, she was cursed.

As her sparkling eyes gazed around the kitchen to look at just how bad the damage was, she noticed the piles of cookbooks on the counter, grinning a bit at the sight. "What did you try to cook? Waffles can be easily made. I have a waffle iron." Delilah stated in a sing-song voice, waving her finger as dishes began to clean themselves enough to make room for the waffle iron that was soon set upon the counter. "We have instant waffle mix in the pantry.. Add a cup of water to it, and shake the bottle up, Renny." She teased, nudging his foot with her own. As the waffle iron began to heat up, Delilah focused on gathering ingredients. Chocolate, butter, whipped cream, syrup, cherries, sprinkles, and nuts. All of which, yes, Delilah did have.

What? She had sugar cravings too, y'know!

Delilah was pitiful with how heavily she even idolized and worshipped Renegade in moments like these. His chaos was calming to her, and she never liked chaos usually. Chaotic good, as they called it? Is that it? She didn't really understand. But oh- Gods, she could see his collarbones and it was mentally driving her crazy. What was wrong with her this morning? "I slept okay, still a little whoozy from starvation. I have to get back to work after we take this day off, though." Delilah muttered, brushing her hand over the stump that used to be her leg. Is she ugly without her leg now? Did it digust Ren? Is that why he distanced himself?

Pushing her crutch away from herself, Delilah tried to push her weight against the counter, attempting to just balance herself. It was her fault for losing her leg, Leroy had no choice but to cut it off. She'd have died otherwise. "Simple waffles, here we go." Delilah muttered softly, her voice dejected as she began to cook the sweet breakfast food. It didn't take long to finish four waffles and some extra and set all the ingredients down on the counter. After such, Delilah turned to move back to the pantry, nearly stumbling when she forget she only had one leg. She couldn't walk without her damn crutch. All of the dishes were washed, and soon her crutch was levitating over to her before she fell, all telekinesis unactivated as she graced herself with the burn period of her power usage. Her fingers tingled, burned, but she ignored such things, going back to finding the instant coffee and green tea. "Tea or coffee?" She called out, limping back over to the counter to set the two things down.

To be honest, Delilah had noticed his insecurities. She wanted to touch him, to reassure him everything was okay. But someone like her wasn't allowed to love, everyone she loved always left or died. He'd leave eventually, and she'd be stuck here, alone again, contemplating her existence and why everyone always left her side. Silence filled the room before she spoke again. "I idolize you, Ren. God, if there were any way I could be as tough as you, people wouldn't look down on me anymore." She muttered softly, an arm brushing over another one, scratching at it. It was an anxious tic that she needed to stop, it ruined her skin. God, she was a mess.

Delilah believed she was weak, she had always been taught that she was from day one, so why should she try her hardest to prove otherwise? She had a brain, an incredibly intelligent one, and that was all she needed to be useful in any way. If she could think, if she could research, if she could study.. Everything would be okay.

"Oh please.. If anything, I'm just a pest. I'm only good at memorizing things.. And cooking, and medicine. That's about it." The pastel-haired woman soothed the nervous male, her hand finding its way through his hair for a moment, patting his head despite his much larger size. She had always enjoyed his hair, the way it could be so messy if you smoothed a hand through it, but she just didn't want to startle him. "Without me here, you'd probably rank up fast, become stronger. I just hinder you." She muttered disdainfully, her self-despise painfully obvious in moments like these.

She soon pulled her hand back, clenching it to her chest as she moved to sit down and stare at her waffles. A mere creation of her memory, with a few physical components included. Talent, as some people called it. Suddenly, the branding on her body seemed much more present to her. Magenta eyes closed, painfully aware of the fact that if she didn't start eating, he would sense something else was wrong with her.

"I think you're strong, smart, you deserve happiness, and all the luck in the world. Screw anyone who says otherwise." Delilah muttered, her fingers smoothing over the stump of her leg over and over as her free hand poked her waffle with a fork idly.