queen of hearts ;; delilah

[DELILAH.]

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DELILAH EVERGARDEN

— Take a moment to think of just

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tanglewood
- medic
18 months old

physically medium
emotionally easy
mentally easy

demiheterosexual heteroromantic
in love with renegadeanthems

completely blind
androphobic
skittish & sensitive

nature faerie
earth manipulation
telekinesis
x-ray vision

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Lies. Something Delilah only told when she absolutely needed to, or when she was incredibly nervous. She would always lie if it meant she survived, if it meant she didn't get the short end of the stick. If it meant she didn't die. She could have lied if it meant that her life was at stake, but it wasn't.

This was Renegade, after all. She couldn't ever lie to him.

Her fur brushed against his own as she stood up, being wrenched free from the tree root within a few seconds. While there were eyes on her, she was sure she could hear snickering and gossiping off to the sides, but forced herself to remain calm despite the dwelling bout of paranoia in her mind.

Ren's voice just so happened to snap her out of her paranoid daze. "Huh? Oh- Yeah, Sorry.. Clumsy.." Delilah huffed softly, amusement sparkling in soft magenta eyes as she fixed her prosthetic back onto her thigh, continuing her somewhat peaceful walk into the emerald forest, swamp life surrounding herself and her friend. Her heart pounded against her chest, and she knew it wasn't because of his question about her having a tattoo. It was him, his presence, his smell, everything about him. She felt intoxicated by his presence, but she knew it was too rude to ignore such an important question.

Lifting her head a bit, Delilah offered a skittish smile to the demon, before she replied to him, a shaky edge to her soft voice. "Not exactly a tattoo, more of a scar." She said nervously, her tail wavering behind her as her satchel moved to adjust itself onto her back, the strap wrapping around her neck to secure it. "I've got a pretty dark past, not exactly a topic I should talk about on the first date, huh?" She snickered, trying to cover up her nervousness with a very terrible joke about this being a date- this was a date though, wasn't it? No, they were friends. Renegades wouldn't see her as more than a friend, and Delilah was comfortable with that.

Besides, who would want to be with someone as impure as herself?

"I come from a line of.. Faeries. Like.. The faeries you hear about in fairy tales and lore. My mother is named Titania. Pureblooded faeries are sought after, we're rare, powerful, mysterious. Selling our kind would make mortals lots of money. Maybe that's why they took me.." Delilah found herself rambling aloud, her voice trailing off desperately as she tried to explain just what the scar meant without being too direct.

Then, she came to a stop in the middle of a field of grass, her claws latching onto a patch of chervil, snapping up the plant and lifting it up to glance at it idly. "I was enslaved by a group of men. I don't remember anything further than the cage I was in, but I remember that they were all men. Every single one of them. They had taken more of my kind with them, but only women." She stated bluntly, taking the chance to just talk about it with him. Maybe he could help her cope with it- she knew he must have come from a hard background as well, from all those scars he was covered in, but she never bothered to ask.

FLEXIBILITY, LOVE, & TRUST —

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