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[DELILAH.]

DELILAH EVERGARDEN

//this is a magical human au bc why the fuck not

Delilah had suffered through plenty things in her lifetime. Even after the traumatic events of her past had been long gone, she still suffered from them. They haunted her, creeping around every corner and chasing her back. Never-ending, painful, heart-breaking. It hit her like a bad dream, like a rock, striking her until she was too unstable to walk or even think.

But him, God, him. He was like a light at the end of the tunnel, a guiding flicker that even someone like Delilah could worship, idolize. He was everything good to her, he was like some God to her. But why? She had noticed the way his eyes brightened up when he saw her cherry blossoms, when he saw her nearby. Maybe it was the way her hair shined under the morning sun, or the way her cherry blossoms floated upon thin air, like magic. She was magic, maybe her very being was magic.

Long, pastel pink hair fell loosely upon pale ivory shoulders, the freckles upon her skin light and almost invisible underneath the morning sun that shone through their cabin's windows. She had taken to sharing her home with Renegade, Delilah had no problem doing so. After all, she trusted the male with her life. She would risk her life to save his, it was the same for everyone else in the tribe.

She felt refreshed, having woken up, sat up, and stretched. Her bones cracked with pleasure, and soon her hand was shifting through her messy, wavy hair repeatedly, attempting to tame the unruly mane that was her morning bedhead. She smoothed her palm over the velvet blankets that were laid over her leg gracefully, keeping her bright magenta eyes casted downwards as she felt around for her phone. Nothing. Oh well.

Delilah soon slipped out of bed after pondering over what happened, soon finding her hands on top of the rose-shaped branding upon her lower stomach, right at the hipbone. She cringed at the feeling, but grabbed her crutch to lift herself up onto her single existent leg to dress. With a flick of her finger, she let a simple sundress fall over her figure, light and moveable through the gentle breeze.

The pastel-haired girl had eventually made her way downstairs at the smell of food, unsure of if it was burning or not.  It just smelled.. Weird.

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It was absolutely burning. Everything was burning. God, why did he even think he could pull this off? Was it the many cooking shows he watched the other day that gave the man a surge of inspiration? Was it the few cookbooks that lured him in with the three simple words of "easy to make" on the cover? Perhaps, it was the way Delilah gracefully moved in the kitchen, skillful hands knowing where what was and how much of it to put. Ren knew he couldn't cook. He knew this. But he wanted to try it out again. What was he expecting? To suddenly be good at it when the countless attempts in the past bared no fruit? Impossible. He was simply too eager to be of use to his roommate in the kitchen and due to his drive, he set the kitchen on fire. Kind of. It was clearly an exaggeration but the kitchen might as well be on fire due to the odd scent being emitted from it. His expression was twisted and shirt drawn up and over his nose, Ren began to dump out the burnt ingredients of what was suppose to be breakfast into a plastic bag. Putting the pot back onto the stove, he tied the bag, tossed into the garbage bin and opened a couple windows. Nothing was going the way he wanted. And he even woke up early to prepare something for her... Maybe even bring it up to her for a classic 'breakfast in bed' situation. But all of that and his hopes of not being a destructive force in the kitchen went up in the very flames that charred their breakfast.

Coughing, the tall man scrunched up his nose when brown eyes fell onto the small pile of cookbooks on the counter beside him. Mentally cursing at them, short brown locks jerked with his movements as he whipped around and decided to hell with cooking. Fruits it is. The safest route to take right now would be to prepare some fruits in a bowl and wait for Delilah to cook something up.

Taking some assorted fruits from out of the fridge, he took a knife and small saucer. Placing the one fruit after the other on the saucer, he cut them into bite-sized pieces. Some, like the apple and pear took longer while others like the strawberry and raspberry took mere seconds. In all, apples, pears, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, mangoes and oranges were present in the bowl. Colour wise, it was pleasing to look at- he was no good when it came to colours, too, but at least it will taste pleasant. If there was anything Ren knew how to do, it was wield a knife. Cutting up fruits was a lot like cutting off fingers or stabbing someone. It took precision, accuracy and skill to successfully make a clean cut. He did his best to not make it look like a murder scene but sometimes that much was out of his control. Are we still talking about fruits? Probably.

He's done and been through a lot.

Just as he finished, he heard the light footsteps that he identified easily as Delilah and he felt his heart skip a beat. Not for the reason one would think, but because he destroyed, completely annihilated the kitchen. Another exaggeration but part of him wished it was on fire. Then he could perish in the flames and not have to deal with the embarrassment. He was counting on her waking up a little later to give him enough time to clean both himself and his surroundings up a bit but it appears that will not be the case. Instead, the young man watched as Delilah drew closer, the counters and stove littered with ingredients and pots he burned as well as the cookbooks that sat smugly on the countertop next to the stove. His grey shirt and sweatpants both had black smudges on them as well as a bit of redness on his hands and arms where he was burned. And in the midst of the chaos, there stood Ren before the pair of small bowls filled with fruits accompanied with forks. A sheepish expression etched it's way on to his face as his shirt abruptly dropped back into position from covering his nose as he held it out one of the bowls for her to take.

"U-um... F-fruit bowl?"

[DELILAH.]

DELILAH EVERGARDEN

One would have thought that the sight of a shirtless man wouldn't have bothered Delilah with how many she had to work with on the daily. Nobody would have expected Delilah's face to get so red that cherries couldn't compare in coloring. She was a mere innocent, blushing girl in the sight of someone who had so terribly attempted to cook her breakfast in her kitchen. He made a mess, sure, but the sight of muscles was much more distracting than dishes. Ren could always wash the dishes.

Slender fingers found their way over bright magenta hues as Delilah tried to conceal the embarrassment of gawking at a man's muscles. His body was scarred, but Delilah adored that part of Renegade. It wasn't like she loved him- well, she did, actually- platonically, though! He could never love someone like her, he deserved better! Anyways- Delilah adored Renegade, so just this once she'd let him wreck her kitchen.

When she had walked in and had gotten noticed by her roomate, Delilah took a few moments to gawk until he had let his shirt fall back over his body, covering the muscles she had previously been so shamelessly staring at. A gentle smile crossed over her features as she leaned against the counter, snatching up a piece of raspberry to pop it into her mouth. "Tried to cook, Renny? Why didn't you wake me up?" She asked calmly, an amused smile on her face as she did so. He was so adorably innocent in a way that Delilah wished she was. She was talented with creative arts, though. Her family was gifted in the arts, but the only thing Delilah was better at was medicine. She had been looked down upon in her family for being gifted with medicine, it was a sin. After all, most of her family were all faeries. Her mother, Titania, hated any mortal acts such as that. Why couldn't her daughter use magic to heal others?

Delilah wasn't unique, she was cursed.

As her sparkling eyes gazed around the kitchen to look at just how bad the damage was, she noticed the piles of cookbooks on the counter, grinning a bit at the sight. "What did you try to cook? Waffles can be easily made. I have a waffle iron." Delilah stated in a sing-song voice, waving her finger as dishes began to clean themselves enough to make room for the waffle iron that was soon set upon the counter. "We have instant waffle mix in the pantry.. Add a cup of water to it, and shake the bottle up, Renny." She teased, nudging his foot with her own. As the waffle iron began to heat up, Delilah focused on gathering ingredients. Chocolate, butter, whipped cream, syrup, cherries, sprinkles, and nuts. All of which, yes, Delilah did have.

What? She had sugar cravings too, y'know!

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[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;"]The last thing Ren was thinking about was his appearance. Truthfully, he was more concerned about whether this was going to be the moment where she yells at him. He and Delilah were friends and he cared about her a lot. A-as friends of course - a platonic ‘like’. There really wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her or deprive her from anything harmless. Nice appliances? Bought. New clothes? Bagged and ready to go. Make-up or perfume? Consider it done. Videogames? Only the best for his quee- friend. Only the best for his good friend. Going through great lengths for her and having such a close relationship, one may confuse it with love but that wasn’t the case at all. Of course Ren loved her, but not in the sense others would think. A platonic love. Who doesn’t want to grow old with their best friend or snuggle close to them in bed while listening to the rain? He admired and respected her, but he forced himself not to get too close else he may fall in love. That... Wouldn’t be a bad thing but there was no way Delilah viewed him in a such a light. Him? The ex-criminal whose killed more people than the stars in the sky and harmed many more. Him who’s been in and out of jail since he was a teenager. It was true he left that part of him behind and is trying to be a better person, moreso now that he’s with Delilah. But anyone in their right mind would be weary of individuals like him. If she brought someone like him home, Ren wouldn’t allow it. Both their relationship and them being in their shared house. She was too good for him or anyone in the world so when she didn’t raise her voice at him, he felt both relieved and surprised.

He blinked a few times when she drew her hands over her face, wondering if the sight of the kitchen was so bad she was she was feeling lightheaded. He hadn’t noticed she was staring at the hardened muscles that were previously peeking out from under his shirt. Deep in his subconscious, he had always thought she didn’t like the many scars that coated his body and always made sure to cover up when in her presence or going out with her. He didn’t want to ruin her soft image anymore than he already has by just being around her. Also, he wasn’t sure if his heart could handle her disgust or frightened gaze if she were to notice them. When she removed her hands and sent him a small smile, he mentally sighed in relief. Watching as she leaned on the counter to take a raspberry, Ren laughed sheepishly at her inquiries. “Y-yes. And I did not wake you because, a-ah,” tell the truth and die of embarrassment or tell a lie and regret it later? Both were fucking terrible paths to take. “I wanted to make you something since you’re always doing so for me. Breakfast seemed simple enough... But you can see how that ended.” He sighed the last part, setting the bowl down and resting his head on the counter in a defeated manner.

Holding back a pout as she grinned and continued, he replied discouragingly. “Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, fruits. Nothing too fancy or unorthodox. Nice to know I was one-fifth of the way there.” He finished with a huff, lifting his head to rest it on his palm as he stared at his fruit bowl. He knew they had a waffle iron but he was so sure he could pull off the pancakes, eggs and bacon. He had a book that told him how to properly prepare it step by step! Now that he thought about it, if he accidentally let them stay in there longer than they should be, they’ll turn out like the rest of the breakfast he tried to make: burnt and in the trash.

He quietly listened to the dishes rummage about around him as they began to clean and sort themselves out. Another thing he liked about her was her ability to use magic. Ren was no good at it- controlling it anyways. He’d never practiced when he was younger because he preferred to do his own stabbing and killing without the help of magic. It took away all the fun and thrill of the hunt so he locked it up somehwere safe. Now that he moved on in life and found magic to be useful, he was able to locate the safe but lost the key. So he had it, he just doesn’t know how to use it. Yet another way Delilah was far more superior than him. Taking an apple slice, he placed it in his mouth as she continued, the negativity regarding his failed attempt at cooking slowly dispersing until it was completely gone. Smiling faintly at her gentle tease and kick, he hummed in response and taking a fruit bowl, he watched as he went to work preparing them some decent and eatable food. He would ask if she would like some help but he did almost set the kitchen on fire. That was probably enough cooking for him for the rest of the month. He did feel bad though that she had to wake up and prepare them food because he was useless. Deciding to change the subject before he makes himself cry, he asked her. “Did you sleep well?”


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[DELILAH.]

DELILAH EVERGARDEN

Delilah was pitiful with how heavily she even idolized and worshipped Renegade in moments like these. His chaos was calming to her, and she never liked chaos usually. Chaotic good, as they called it? Is that it? She didn't really understand. But oh- Gods, she could see his collarbones and it was mentally driving her crazy. What was wrong with her this morning? "I slept okay, still a little whoozy from starvation. I have to get back to work after we take this day off, though." Delilah muttered, brushing her hand over the stump that used to be her leg. Is she ugly without her leg now? Did it digust Ren? Is that why he distanced himself?

Pushing her crutch away from herself, Delilah tried to push her weight against the counter, attempting to just balance herself. It was her fault for losing her leg, Leroy had no choice but to cut it off. She'd have died otherwise. "Simple waffles, here we go." Delilah muttered softly, her voice dejected as she began to cook the sweet breakfast food. It didn't take long to finish four waffles and some extra and set all the ingredients down on the counter. After such, Delilah turned to move back to the pantry, nearly stumbling when she forget she only had one leg. She couldn't walk without her damn crutch. All of the dishes were washed, and soon her crutch was levitating over to her before she fell, all telekinesis unactivated as she graced herself with the burn period of her power usage. Her fingers tingled, burned, but she ignored such things, going back to finding the instant coffee and green tea. "Tea or coffee?" She called out, limping back over to the counter to set the two things down.

To be honest, Delilah had noticed his insecurities. She wanted to touch him, to reassure him everything was okay. But someone like her wasn't allowed to love, everyone she loved always left or died. He'd leave eventually, and she'd be stuck here, alone again, contemplating her existence and why everyone always left her side. Silence filled the room before she spoke again. "I idolize you, Ren. God, if there were any way I could be as tough as you, people wouldn't look down on me anymore." She muttered softly, an arm brushing over another one, scratching at it. It was an anxious tic that she needed to stop, it ruined her skin. God, she was a mess.

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[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;"]Ren was pitiful with how heavily he even idolized and worshiped Delilah in moments like these. She was strong and her strength was a source of power for him, and god knows he could use all the help he could get. Gentle words gave him enough strength to continue on another day. Such things wouldn't have much of an impact if it were another individual but she seemed to be different. Despite only having one leg, she was graceful and elegant in his eyes; a divine deity with beauty with which he's never seen before. Ren has met lovely people, but none could compare to her. Her genuineness and compassion was the air in his lungs, he'd surely suffocate without her. It was frightening how much he depended on her and how desperately he tries to convince himself he doesn't need her around as often as he thinks. It was an endless cycle of going back and forth with himself and it was emotionally and mentally draining. "That is good," he started, speaking around the handful of blueberries he put in his mouth a couple moments prior. "But please do not work yourself too hard." He added, a edge of concern in his voice. He wanted to ask her to take another day off, but he held back and instead said, "If you start to feel unwell, call me and I will come and pick you up." Literally and figuratively. Piggyback, bridal, over his shoulder, over his head like a ballerina, he does it all and takes requests.

Watchful brown eyes followed her movements as she prepared breakfast, mentally counting all the things he couldn't do. When she finished, he had gotten to fifteen- with every increase, he felt even more useless. But that was okay. Delilah could teach him when both have the time. Truthfully, he felt he was unteachable when it came to cooking and he very much liked how Delilah didn't hate him. Surely, she'd develop some remorse when her frustration subsided and she concluded he was a lost cause. He decided to hold back on asking her to teach him until he felt the time was right. He did his best not to drift off into a daydream when the sweet smell of almost-done-breakfast slowly filled the space around them. A comforting smell accompanied with his most treasured person on a peaceful morning... It was hard not to drift off a bit. Inhaling slowly, he blinked out of his trance in time to see Delilah almost fall. Taking a step forward, he held out his arms to catch her but stopped when her crutch got to her first. Sighing in relief, he straightened up and ignoring the way his heart thumped wildly in his chest, he spoke. "Are you alright?" He could only imagine how hard it must be to function when something you were so used to got taken away. He couldn't relate - as far as body parts went anyways - but he imagined it was like learning how to walk all over again. She was struggling with it, but she didn't give up. It was admirable, and Ren respected that amongst other traits she possessed. As she collected herself and asked him what he would like to drink, he answered. "Coffee." He found himself back at the counter, looking at the freshly prepared food with hungry eyes. He was more than eager to eat, but he forced himself to relax and think about other things. It wouldn't be as nice if he couldn't eat with her.

Albeit, as silence filled the room he wished he was eating instead of playing with his pants and every so often popping another fruit in his mouth. He could hear his heartbeat and feel the blood coursing through his body... Was she feeling the same? Every breath felt like years have past and every blink could be compared to being reincarnated in an endless loop. Suddenly aware of his own existence, he looked down at his feet awkwardly as he tried to force his body back into autopilot.Just when he felt his efforts were meaningless, Delilah's voice seemed to shove everything back in place. Though her words sent both a chill and a wave of fire down his spine. It made him both sad and angry at the same time with such intensity, he felt lightheaded for a moment. He struggled to find words to convey how he was feeling and it showed on his face. The man repeatedly opened and closed his mouth for a moment before finally speaking. "You are tough. You are the strongest person I know." He said matter-of-factually. He paused as a new thought formulated in his mind before his expression hardened. "What? Did someone say otherwise?" Whoever this person is, whoever had the audacity to say or even think such a thing must have a fucking death wish. His killing days were over, however, beating someone to a bloody pulp wasn't beyond him. The idea of succumbing to violence left a disgusting taste in his mouth, but a bearable one he could definitely ignore if it meant protecting another. Sighing, he found himself at her side as he continued, "I'm... Delilah, you should not idolize someone like me. I am not worth your admiration." Biting down on the inside of his mouth, Ren scratched his head as he groaned, "How do I-" Thinking for a moment, he continued, shifting his eyes to look at her. "When I think of you, many words come to mind but 'weak' or 'helpless' or anything along those lines are none of them. Kind, smart, gentle, compassionate, empathetic, funny, clever, hardworking- the list goes on. You have so much potential and I will not allow the one person I respect and admire more than anything to speak so poorly of herself." He finished slowly and carefully, watching her expression and body language to make sure he didn't say anything weird. He also wanted to add he'd slain anyone who makes her doubt herself, but that didn't quite fit with the mood. He was allowed to talk shit about himself, but he will not stand for it if others put themselves down. Delilah was not exempted from this.

[DELILAH.]

DELILAH EVERGARDEN

Delilah believed she was weak, she had always been taught that she was from day one, so why should she try her hardest to prove otherwise? She had a brain, an incredibly intelligent one, and that was all she needed to be useful in any way. If she could think, if she could research, if she could study.. Everything would be okay.

"Oh please.. If anything, I'm just a pest. I'm only good at memorizing things.. And cooking, and medicine. That's about it." The pastel-haired woman soothed the nervous male, her hand finding its way through his hair for a moment, patting his head despite his much larger size. She had always enjoyed his hair, the way it could be so messy if you smoothed a hand through it, but she just didn't want to startle him. "Without me here, you'd probably rank up fast, become stronger. I just hinder you." She muttered disdainfully, her self-despise painfully obvious in moments like these.

She soon pulled her hand back, clenching it to her chest as she moved to sit down and stare at her waffles. A mere creation of her memory, with a few physical components included. Talent, as some people called it. Suddenly, the branding on her body seemed much more present to her. Magenta eyes closed, painfully aware of the fact that if she didn't start eating, he would sense something else was wrong with her.

"I think you're strong, smart, you deserve happiness, and all the luck in the world. Screw anyone who says otherwise." Delilah muttered, her fingers smoothing over the stump of her leg over and over as her free hand poked her waffle with a fork idly.

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