queen of hearts ;; delilah

[cavalrychoir]

[align=center][div style="width:60%;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;line-height:130%;word-spacing:-0.5px;letter-spacing:0.5px;"]Unbeknownst to him, he was one of the factors that led to her paranoia. He should have known what he and his tribe was doing was wrong. He should have put an end to it much sooner than he had done but he didn't. He sat and watched in silence, admiring the misery he helped bring about. And if he were to know she had been caught in the midst of it, he would detach himself from her without hesitation. And why shouldn't he? He couldn't live with himself knowing he caused her so much pain. To know her fears were partially because of him would be too much for the already suffering demon to withstand. He said, he promised, to protect her from all those who cause her harm, but what about him? He had no right to say anything about the individuals who abused her - he was no better than them. And yet, the soft smile that greeted him when he walked in was enough to make his knees weak and heart flutter. The nervous butterflies that tickled the inside of his stomach made him anxious, but he had no intentions of leaving. The butterflies and the irregular beating of his heart was... Nice... Considering it was Delilah that made him feel this way. Only Delilah could possibly draw out such emotions. A terrifying thought. Ren didn't like opening himself up and being vulnerable around others. He had a hard, militant-like personality but that all seems to change around the medic.

Understandable. Ren found himself drawn to strong individuals and she possessed an abundance of strength. The last thing that came to mind when thinking of her was pitiful or impure. He was fond of everything about her: the way her magenta eyes shone in natural light, the ginger touches, shy glances, her soft pastel fur, the way the blossoms that roll off her back fall neatly at delicate paws and so much more. The dark faerie wings placed on her back were a harsh contrast to her lightly coloured fur, but he found it was hard not to adore that too. Everything about her was captivating and he sometimes has to remind himself not to stare. After everything she's been through, she still finds the courage to go on and Ren will forever be thankful for that. Watching her face and overcome challenges is fuel to him and in turn, makes him want to do his best as well. She was so small compared to him, but so strong. He wanted to hold her in his arms and keep her safe and warm. He knew the bond between them couldn't be broken, he'll always be there to dry her tears. 'Cause she'll be in his heart, yes she'll be in his heart. From this day on, now and forever more. But if one day she decides she doesn't want to be around him anymore, he decided he wouldn't put up a fight. Instead, he would politely dip his head and disappear the following day. When she no longer needs him, he'll ignore the pain in his heart and the tears that threaten to run down his cheeks as he looks down at the smaller feline. He would try to mask the pain with his usual stoic expression but it wouldn't work - he could never keep a straight face around her. Why did he think it would work now? Ren didn't want to think about being tossed to the side by the one person he genuinely cared about, but with his history, it was plausible.

Dull red eyes were slightly lidded as invisible brows furrowed a bit, a fond expression surfacing before quickly being replaced with something less smitten and more friendly. A low purr rumbled in his throat as he watched her walk up to him, her movements clumsy and not graceful at all which prompted an amused, "Whoa, careful." As large forepaws stretched out to catch her if she fell or stable her should she lose her balance. Taking his paws back only when he was sure she could stand on her own, he shook his head in response to her question. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but stopped when a thought passed through his conscious: why was he here? He wanted to see her, of course, but it's not like he could just say that! Well, he could but that was way to embarrassing! Shit, his window to say something before it becomes awkward was depleting at an alarming rate! Okay, okay... He just needed to say something cool and summarize his thoughts at the same time. Easier said than done, right? Dark luminaries followed magenta ones to his body, wondering what she was staring at before replying. "I just wanted to check up on you... Help you organize or stock up on herbs too... I-if that is something that needs to be done." He said, doing his best to not look as awkward at he sounded as he mentally hissed at himself for choosing a "cool" thing to say but not executing it in a "cool" way.