queen of hearts ;; delilah

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DELILAH EVERGARDEN

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tanglewood
- medic
18 months old

physically medium
emotionally easy
mentally easy

demiheterosexual
heteroromantic
in love with renegadeanthems

androphobic
skittish & sensitive

nature faerie
earth manipulation
telekinesis
x-ray vision

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The past was something that Delilah had once forgotten, the memories of her forest- her kingdom- was buried into her mind, only to be shoveled back up the moment she had flashbacks. Terrible, cruel flashbacks. She didn't like to remember those who didn't enjoy her presence- her siblings, Kasper in particular- was a thought she didn't want to remember. He was always about duty, shunning her for her being born wingless- proof that she was going to grow up impure. Her future was impure.

Faeries of royal blood were to stay pure until marriage, until they had found someone to pass on their bloodline with. Delilah broke that rule when she ran off with her lover- and then.. When she was enslaved. Now, she was stuck with inky black wings, dripping with charcoal-colored igor that stained the grass and made the nymphs cringe at just the sight.

She was pitiful.

Delilah had often thought of Renegadeanthem, about how he was doing while she was working- the pastel felidae was glad he seemed to talk to some people, he even defended her when the ghosts came around and tried to attack her. She couldn't admit it openly, but he was her hero- Without him, she would constantly think about the past, her mental health would slowly begin to degrade itself again, she couldn't really help it.

Paranoia wasn't something Delilah was happy that she had, she always seemed to second-guess everything around her, unwilling to trust even the nicest man who tried to talk to her about directions in the swamp. She could tolerate very few males- Vigenere, Morgan, Leroy, and Renny. Just thinking about being in the same room as any other guy made her uncomfortable, made her eyes widen to the size of saucers before she actually got to reply to the guy. She felt bad, but they should have known. Everyone knows how much of a coward Delilah is.

When she heard the floor creak, Delilah tensed slightly, inhaling the scent in the air quickly to make sure she could turn around. Renny. Renny was here. Quickly, Delilah set her satchel onto the ground, her claws making soft clicking sounds against the ground as she shuffled over to the lynx on three unstable legs. "Renny!" Came the sing-song voice of Delilah as she greeted her friend and roommate with a gentle, rare smile. "Nope, I just finished what I was doing. What's up? Do you feel unwell?" She asked curiously, fondly glancing over the scarred feline's body. Maybe a bit too much staring, but Delilah didn't understand the whole 'just because you're a medic doesn't mean you can stare excessively at muscles' part of her job. Not yet, at least.

After all, he was just a friend. What wasn't there to admire about him?

FLEXIBILITY, LOVE, & TRUST —

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