Delphine
Delphine felt safe. She didn’t feel like a pet, like something someone owned or showed off. She just felt safe. That was the difference, between Noah and Bellamy. One of many differences, she was certain she’d come to find more. Like the way he had kissed her, for instance. Bellamy had never put that much passion into a kiss.
He was still trilling questions, but she’d gotten used to it. She listened intently as he described his parents, eyes bright, curious. His mother had been a healer? His father had oversaw many other hunters, taught his sons… She turned as he pointed, to the chairs, and her smile grew.
His home was a reminder of his life, his childhood. She was caught up in the story, and didn’t notice the shift from questions to statements until the end. Delphine had been contemplating his mother’s passing, and the loss of a sister, when he ended his tale with his father’s death.
“Your parents sound like they were truly amazing people. They certainly raised one son right,” She’d never met his brother, so she couldn’t talk about him. She pressed her hands to his chest, fingers splayed.
“I’m sorry that you lost them.” Her own parents had been lost after venturing outside of Northaven. She drifted into silence, the quiet sounds of the fire the only thing she could hear, aside from her heart. She was pretty sure he could feel her heart pattering against her ribs.
After a few moments of silence, she whispered, “Noah? Do you think we could work?”
He was still trilling questions, but she’d gotten used to it. She listened intently as he described his parents, eyes bright, curious. His mother had been a healer? His father had oversaw many other hunters, taught his sons… She turned as he pointed, to the chairs, and her smile grew.
His home was a reminder of his life, his childhood. She was caught up in the story, and didn’t notice the shift from questions to statements until the end. Delphine had been contemplating his mother’s passing, and the loss of a sister, when he ended his tale with his father’s death.
“Your parents sound like they were truly amazing people. They certainly raised one son right,” She’d never met his brother, so she couldn’t talk about him. She pressed her hands to his chest, fingers splayed.
“I’m sorry that you lost them.” Her own parents had been lost after venturing outside of Northaven. She drifted into silence, the quiet sounds of the fire the only thing she could hear, aside from her heart. She was pretty sure he could feel her heart pattering against her ribs.
After a few moments of silence, she whispered, “Noah? Do you think we could work?”
How can I begin again?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
