Delphine
The man was kind. And the small home he led them to reminded her of home--not her home with Bellamy, nor her home with Alder, but a home that had been filled with joy, laughter.
A mother who had painted every inch of the home, a father who had worked with his hands, always helped others... and a brother, who had not always been sour.
As they entered the small home, she allowed her gaze to wander, taking in a home that had clearly been loved and cared for, to the day. He gestured for them to take a seat, and Delphine balanced both girls on her lap, accepting her bowl of stew, helping the children rest their stew over the table, so they were less likely to spill it.
She ate in silence for a moment, before she spoke up, "Your home reminds me of the home I grew up in," the home that Alder had ruined, after their parents had died and she was left in his care.
Their parents had been healers, painters, people who helped others because it made them happy. Delphine... had been like that, until she learned that it was easier to be selfish. "It was a little bit bigger than this," she said in-between bites of stew. "But my father built it for my mother, and..." She didn't know what had happened to it, now.
A mother who had painted every inch of the home, a father who had worked with his hands, always helped others... and a brother, who had not always been sour.
As they entered the small home, she allowed her gaze to wander, taking in a home that had clearly been loved and cared for, to the day. He gestured for them to take a seat, and Delphine balanced both girls on her lap, accepting her bowl of stew, helping the children rest their stew over the table, so they were less likely to spill it.
She ate in silence for a moment, before she spoke up, "Your home reminds me of the home I grew up in," the home that Alder had ruined, after their parents had died and she was left in his care.
Their parents had been healers, painters, people who helped others because it made them happy. Delphine... had been like that, until she learned that it was easier to be selfish. "It was a little bit bigger than this," she said in-between bites of stew. "But my father built it for my mother, and..." She didn't know what had happened to it, now.
Let me make you smile, darling.
