WHEN THEY COME TO HANG YOU [...] deldrach

[deimos]

DELDRACH

FEMALE — LIONESS — LONER

[div style="background-color: #210808; color: #9B5151; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Deldrach couldn't stand it. The silence was consumed, rolling over her. Yes, Vandal was being patient with her- she appreciated that greatly. But the words that didn't fill empty space, the ones that she could hear their soft breaths and heavily beating hearts- those were the ones that Deldrach hurt over. Her ears were pressed flat to her head, shaking it gently, before she froze up.

Paws were wrapped around her. Feathers ruffled slightly, and as Deldrach spoke into her chest, she could feel emotions she hadn't felt in a long, long time welling up. What she had given to Primus in the beginning. Her love, her care. He had stolen it, then ripped it from Deldrach's heart and made her cold. She sat inactive, trying not to sob in front of Vandal. She wasn't that broken, was she?

Her chin tilted up when Vandal moved it, her eyes focused on Vandal. She nodded gently, confirming what she said now thrice over. She listened, her ears shoving forward at what she said, before staring at her welling eyes, tears dripping down Vandal's cheeks just as it did her own. Deldrach didn't hestitate, her head gently moving forward, and her nose pressed against Vandal's wet cheek, a mumble slipping from her lips. "Don't cry."

Do you want to try this with me?

No matter how long it takes, I can wait. I will wait.

Those words rang in Deldrach's head, and her tears were slipping over again. She nodded, clearing her throat heavily. ".. Yes. Absolutely." She replied, lowering her head again and pressing her forehead against Vandal's chest, as if trying to hide the fact she was crying. Was she really going to get back to being what she was before Primus? Could she do that, and through Vandal no less?

She doubted it, but she was going to try.

#psychosocial.