Delilah Evergarden
tanglewood | 32 m/o | femme | dark faerie
tanglewood | 32 m/o | femme | dark faerie
tdlr; delilah's humming a song in her garden while she harvests herbs and flowers.
The past was an odd thing. When Morgan reigned with Vigenere, Delilah had been satisfied- happy with her life. Arrow was alive still, Leroy was healthy, Malphas was still there, Ophelia was around, Stockings was still around as well.
Then, as if fate decided that Delilah had been given enough happiness for her lifetime, nearly everyone she had ever known in the past left, died, disappeared, or got sick with a disease she couldn't cure. It was like watching the clock tick on forever yet not being able to feel it pass. Like her clock had been paused, broken, and then slowly built back up after her death.
She blamed only herself for her death- it was gruesome, yet she had died so uselessly, unable to defend herself due to her lack of fight training. She was more suited for support, for aiding her clanmates from the back of the battle. It showed by how easy it was for someone to slice her throat open, just so they could watch her bleed out. As if they enjoyed it. As if it was fun, somehow.
She still held that wicked card that was left behind by her murderer.
Useless, useless.
Delilah had been tending to her garden as she thought of the past- it was just like her to reminisce what could have been, what had happened in the past, how she could have done something to fix it. Like it was up to her to deal with the problems that occured.
Even if it wasn't her responsibility anymore. She wasn't Tanglewood's medic, but still wanted to help.
She supposed it was the only thing left from Malphas that she had. Her love for medicine had come from him, and yet she had been so afraid of it the moment she had returned from her year long trip with Renegadeanthems. She was no different than Morgan and Vigenere, leaving with the man she loved because the idea of coping and learning how to live with Lilith was too much for her to handle.
Lilith had caused so many issues already, Delilah had to suck it up and confront the demon. The demoness still acted up, still took over too easily because of Delilah's lack of mental strength and fragile mental stability, however, Lilith tended to ponder more and think about how Delilah would feel if she made certain decisions, and usually acted upon that.
That didn't mean things were right, but Delilah figured it was easier than having to deal with Lilith feeding off of her anger and sadness. With Renegadeanthem back, and with the welcome of her adoptive son, Delilah had found a piece of her happiness once more.
A soft, foreign-tongued song was hummed as she replanted and dug up plants, picking the herbs and flowers and settling them aside. Lavender, Rose, Iris- She could tell all from the different scents and experience, the thorns of the rose she grew barely pricking worn pawpads.
Come little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows
It was an odd feeling, singing such faerie language- long forgotten, yet the song was merely sang by her mother. An undesirable memory, but even peaceful moments like these, the woman could still sing the song like it was her own.
Of course, the company of others had always warmed her heart. Maybe someone would come and visit her? Selby used to visit in her garden, since she had rare herbs that were specially mutated to withstand the muggy climate of Tanglewood during the summer.
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