Delphine
Delphine's hands wring in front of her, and she steps backwards slowly. "I'm... My mistake," she almost seemed on the verge of tears.
Her backwards steps were slow, each step more halting than the last. How had she gotten so... how had she pegged the wrong person as her brother? As she backs away, the man would notice that she wore no other weapons, not even shoes, at the moment. She'd lost them, somewhere.
Her backwards steps were slow, each step more halting than the last. How had she gotten so... how had she pegged the wrong person as her brother? As she backs away, the man would notice that she wore no other weapons, not even shoes, at the moment. She'd lost them, somewhere.
Let me make you smile, darling.
