Delphine
Delphine was quiet, even as he called her name. And... after a moment, she sat a cup on the table, harder than necessary. "Noah." Her voice was quiet.
Standing further in the house, as dark as it was, she didn't need to see the man to know he was there. And she wasn't sure she wanted to see him. After a moment, she spoke again, "You were so upset over Zariah's sacrifice... do you think of me the same way?" She chewed her lip softly, "I couldn't stay and listen to people discuss her fate, when she was backed into a corner by something that was not her doing."
The blonde settled on the edge of the table, fingers wandering over a knife she'd scooped up, debating on forcing herself to feel something other than fear. Though her hands stay in her lap. She was tired, she was furious, but most of all... she wanted to go and see her old friend. Ex-friend, might be the better word for it. Once, Delphine had defended her shadow man to the world, and gotten nowhere, because everyone saw him for what he was.
But Zariah?
Zariah had shown Delphine great kindness once. And in this instance, Delphine did understand.
One life for many, was a sacrifice that only a selfless few would make. It was a glimmer of the Zariah she had been best friends with; the Zariah she missed.
But sometimes, people had trouble seeing past their opinion of the person.
Standing further in the house, as dark as it was, she didn't need to see the man to know he was there. And she wasn't sure she wanted to see him. After a moment, she spoke again, "You were so upset over Zariah's sacrifice... do you think of me the same way?" She chewed her lip softly, "I couldn't stay and listen to people discuss her fate, when she was backed into a corner by something that was not her doing."
The blonde settled on the edge of the table, fingers wandering over a knife she'd scooped up, debating on forcing herself to feel something other than fear. Though her hands stay in her lap. She was tired, she was furious, but most of all... she wanted to go and see her old friend. Ex-friend, might be the better word for it. Once, Delphine had defended her shadow man to the world, and gotten nowhere, because everyone saw him for what he was.
But Zariah?
Zariah had shown Delphine great kindness once. And in this instance, Delphine did understand.
One life for many, was a sacrifice that only a selfless few would make. It was a glimmer of the Zariah she had been best friends with; the Zariah she missed.
But sometimes, people had trouble seeing past their opinion of the person.
I don't mind where you come from as long as you come to me.
I don't like illusions, I can't see them clearly.
I don't care, no, I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually, what you'll do.
I don't like illusions, I can't see them clearly.
I don't care, no, I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually, what you'll do.
