08-11-2018, 07:23 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;"]Delilah didn't care for what methods he came up with to heal- ahem, treat- her. She just wanted to feel better, she wanted Him to feel better around her. She didn't want him to leave her, she wasn't good enough without the medicine. She had to be happy, she had to smile for him. He said he lived for her smiles, and she had to live up to those expectations. She was traumatized by the voices of her ex-lover, how she was a monster. She knew what she was. She didn't need to be told over and over again. She didn't need to suffer over it.
Delilah hadn't realized that what she called the medicine den, was actually Malphas' own home. Others often came here, so she just assumed it was a doctors office. Turns out, it somewhat was? She could see the rows of beds, and smell the strong tang of herbs and medicine in the air. It was soothing, in its own therapeutic way. But she couldn't relax here. She wasn't.. Meant to be like Abathur, a talented nurse. She wasn't worth the time to teach. She knew that.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Malphas' tone of voice, making her gaze snap back up as she walked over to him, saving him the wasted time and energy of coming over to her himself. Magenta hues flicked over the pills in the bottle he lifted up, before she sat herself down on a bed, her twisted leg hanging off of the side awkwardly. After a few moments of silence, Delilah finally spoke up, her voice cracking slightly from misuse.
"The pills are fine, Malphas.." She trailed off for a few seconds, before glancing at the bed once more, her paw brushing against the fabrics. "..Thank you." She meowed out softly, her ears twitching and swiveling back against her cranium.
He was changing, or attempting to. His speech when she had been fished out of the swamp was still stuck in her head, and she had to get used to the fact that she wasn't alone anymore. People were there for her- but were they really? What if they were just tolerating her? She wasn't.. She wasn't good at anything special other than her extremely good memory, but her clumsiness usually overrided such things. "You.. You're such a good doctor, for a kid so young.." She started off slowly, a sad look in her eyes as she glanced over his figure. She never relied on alcohol or drugs. She usually just relied on self-harm or suicide attempts. She remembered that, in the past.
Her paw slid over the rose-shaped branding on her stomach, the memories of the group that kidnapped her in the past still flicking through her brain even now. They had branded her, she belonged to them, in their eyes. They gazed at her hungrily, wanting more than she was willing to give them. But they didn't care.
"I.. Wanted to be a doctor, a while back.. Before I.. Remembered everything." She mewed, her tone broken but still holding that soft, gentle tone despite how sad she actually was about mentioning this topic.
Delilah hadn't realized that what she called the medicine den, was actually Malphas' own home. Others often came here, so she just assumed it was a doctors office. Turns out, it somewhat was? She could see the rows of beds, and smell the strong tang of herbs and medicine in the air. It was soothing, in its own therapeutic way. But she couldn't relax here. She wasn't.. Meant to be like Abathur, a talented nurse. She wasn't worth the time to teach. She knew that.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Malphas' tone of voice, making her gaze snap back up as she walked over to him, saving him the wasted time and energy of coming over to her himself. Magenta hues flicked over the pills in the bottle he lifted up, before she sat herself down on a bed, her twisted leg hanging off of the side awkwardly. After a few moments of silence, Delilah finally spoke up, her voice cracking slightly from misuse.
"The pills are fine, Malphas.." She trailed off for a few seconds, before glancing at the bed once more, her paw brushing against the fabrics. "..Thank you." She meowed out softly, her ears twitching and swiveling back against her cranium.
He was changing, or attempting to. His speech when she had been fished out of the swamp was still stuck in her head, and she had to get used to the fact that she wasn't alone anymore. People were there for her- but were they really? What if they were just tolerating her? She wasn't.. She wasn't good at anything special other than her extremely good memory, but her clumsiness usually overrided such things. "You.. You're such a good doctor, for a kid so young.." She started off slowly, a sad look in her eyes as she glanced over his figure. She never relied on alcohol or drugs. She usually just relied on self-harm or suicide attempts. She remembered that, in the past.
Her paw slid over the rose-shaped branding on her stomach, the memories of the group that kidnapped her in the past still flicking through her brain even now. They had branded her, she belonged to them, in their eyes. They gazed at her hungrily, wanting more than she was willing to give them. But they didn't care.
"I.. Wanted to be a doctor, a while back.. Before I.. Remembered everything." She mewed, her tone broken but still holding that soft, gentle tone despite how sad she actually was about mentioning this topic.