08-08-2018, 07:09 PM
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DELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[W]iskerDELILAH EVERGARDEN
trans femme ♥ tanglewood ♥ 15 m/o
[div style="background-color:#F0B1DB;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]Her memories had come back, sadly. Her past, rotten and crumbled into a paper bag and smothered underneath a powerful paw, had somehow made it back into her head. Trauma, paranoia, depression. It all seemed to fill up her brain in moments like this, making everything worse for her. She suffered from plenty, but the thing that haunted her was the ghost of her past, in the shape of the very male who promised to take care of her.
Love doesn't exist. It was all a lie. He left you.
Arrow's presence was like the holy ghost, washing her pelt with a calming spirit despite the joking tone of her voice. Arrow always seemed to make jokes, Delilah wished she could be more like her. Cheerful, able to smile even just a little bit in times like these, but Delilah couldn't. She was too weak, too fragile. Her smiles were always fake, soon replaced with the proper facial expression. Horror, fear, worry, sadness, shock.
Delilah leaned forward, pushing her head into her paws as her twisted back leg slid out from under her. She still remembered the day she got trapped in that cage, and she had to be pulled out. Yanked out, saved. She always had to be saved. She couldn't fight her way out of anything.
She was terrible. Disgraceful.
Magenta eyes seemed to stare up at Arrow for a few moments, before laying her head back down, glancing away distantly. Her voice was soft, fragile, broken. "I can sleep out here.. Let the crocodiles come." She had a slight hysterical, sarcastic edge to her voice as a pained smile pulled the side of her lip upwards. It hurt to even show emotions right now, but it was still unusual for her to even be sarcastic. She didn't tell many jokes, she wasn't like Aya, or like Arrow. "Nothing, I just remembered a few things.."
Her gaze was grabbed by another as Malphas made his way over, causing Delilah to narrow her magenta hues in slight irritation. Malphas always seemed to mock her, but wasn't he younger than her? She was practically Malphas' elder, in terms of age. Not like old people elder, but like.. You know what I mean!
"I'm not dumb, Malphas." Came the rough, harsh tone of Delilah as she spoke, shocking even herself with the tone she held. She never spoke like this to anyone. But, what did he expect? For her to want to die without pain? Overdosing was painful, as well. So was hanging, but she didn't seem to care at this point, did she? Killing oneself wasn't painless. Death was never painful when you want it.
Did she feel sad a lot? What was this, a therapy session?
"I don't know, did I just get sad once and want to jump into a swamp to die? Of course I'm constantly sad, Malphas. I'm sad, because I remembered things I shouldn't have. I remembered where I came from, I remembered my ghosts, my cruel night terrors, everything. But that's okay though, right? Because 'everything gets better'. Because it's just so fucking easy to just move on with everything in life." She sputtered out, pupils narrowing as she shakily stood up, turning away from the three whom had come to attempt to comfort her.
'It gets better', bullshit. Nothing ever gets better.
Love doesn't exist. It was all a lie. He left you.
Arrow's presence was like the holy ghost, washing her pelt with a calming spirit despite the joking tone of her voice. Arrow always seemed to make jokes, Delilah wished she could be more like her. Cheerful, able to smile even just a little bit in times like these, but Delilah couldn't. She was too weak, too fragile. Her smiles were always fake, soon replaced with the proper facial expression. Horror, fear, worry, sadness, shock.
Delilah leaned forward, pushing her head into her paws as her twisted back leg slid out from under her. She still remembered the day she got trapped in that cage, and she had to be pulled out. Yanked out, saved. She always had to be saved. She couldn't fight her way out of anything.
She was terrible. Disgraceful.
Magenta eyes seemed to stare up at Arrow for a few moments, before laying her head back down, glancing away distantly. Her voice was soft, fragile, broken. "I can sleep out here.. Let the crocodiles come." She had a slight hysterical, sarcastic edge to her voice as a pained smile pulled the side of her lip upwards. It hurt to even show emotions right now, but it was still unusual for her to even be sarcastic. She didn't tell many jokes, she wasn't like Aya, or like Arrow. "Nothing, I just remembered a few things.."
Her gaze was grabbed by another as Malphas made his way over, causing Delilah to narrow her magenta hues in slight irritation. Malphas always seemed to mock her, but wasn't he younger than her? She was practically Malphas' elder, in terms of age. Not like old people elder, but like.. You know what I mean!
"I'm not dumb, Malphas." Came the rough, harsh tone of Delilah as she spoke, shocking even herself with the tone she held. She never spoke like this to anyone. But, what did he expect? For her to want to die without pain? Overdosing was painful, as well. So was hanging, but she didn't seem to care at this point, did she? Killing oneself wasn't painless. Death was never painful when you want it.
Did she feel sad a lot? What was this, a therapy session?
"I don't know, did I just get sad once and want to jump into a swamp to die? Of course I'm constantly sad, Malphas. I'm sad, because I remembered things I shouldn't have. I remembered where I came from, I remembered my ghosts, my cruel night terrors, everything. But that's okay though, right? Because 'everything gets better'. Because it's just so fucking easy to just move on with everything in life." She sputtered out, pupils narrowing as she shakily stood up, turning away from the three whom had come to attempt to comfort her.
'It gets better', bullshit. Nothing ever gets better.