delphine
Delphine inhaled quietly, "I think... as long as you know what you could become and you care about what you could become, then you'll never really become a monster. My..." She drifted into silence for a second, chewing the inside of her cheek.
"My brother knew and enjoyed it. My... husband did too. They were too different flavors of monster, though. They knew, and they let it happen." Some might say Bellamy Rowan had enjoyed his power. She certainly would.
The only two men Delphine had never been able to manipulate, to wrap around her little finger. And they'd both used her for their own gain.
When he spoke of Noah, she huffed and shrugged. "Sometimes I hate myself, for letting him help but... Korbin, I hit rock-bottom years ago, a man gave me drugs to be his good little pet, and..." Her lips curved in a sad smile, "I let him, because he had power, and protected me from another man. Finding Noah..."
How did she explain?
"Finding Noah is like... a breath of fresh air. When the portal tore me away from my homeland, dropped me here without my husband... I was free? But I was... afraid of my freedom, so I took my children and we locked ourselves up tight in the most isolated spot we could find." Her smile is rueful. "And... Sometimes I hate Noah because he wants to help, hate myself because I let him. But mostly... mostly, I'm just glad he's there."
Northwind was where it had been safe. But Northaven, oh, Northaven had started out wonderfully. She'd lost her parents, yes, and her brother had hold of her for ten years, yes. But she'd met Neron--and then she'd lost Neron, because of that same brother. Years alone, until a man cloaked in shadows decided she was good enough, to be his pet...
"He doesn't... use me? Or blame me, for the things I've done. It feels... nice, that someone can forgive me for everything, and mean it." She had, after all, run to Noah to seek help.
Just like she'd willingly ended up in Bellamy's arms; he'd been powerful enough to take her away from Alder.
But the only thing Noah could do was... well, she couldn't very well run from herself. The only thing Noah could do was accept her.
She held the tea out again, "It's going to get cold." Though if it did, the kettle was back over the fire, warming.
"My brother knew and enjoyed it. My... husband did too. They were too different flavors of monster, though. They knew, and they let it happen." Some might say Bellamy Rowan had enjoyed his power. She certainly would.
The only two men Delphine had never been able to manipulate, to wrap around her little finger. And they'd both used her for their own gain.
When he spoke of Noah, she huffed and shrugged. "Sometimes I hate myself, for letting him help but... Korbin, I hit rock-bottom years ago, a man gave me drugs to be his good little pet, and..." Her lips curved in a sad smile, "I let him, because he had power, and protected me from another man. Finding Noah..."
How did she explain?
"Finding Noah is like... a breath of fresh air. When the portal tore me away from my homeland, dropped me here without my husband... I was free? But I was... afraid of my freedom, so I took my children and we locked ourselves up tight in the most isolated spot we could find." Her smile is rueful. "And... Sometimes I hate Noah because he wants to help, hate myself because I let him. But mostly... mostly, I'm just glad he's there."
Northwind was where it had been safe. But Northaven, oh, Northaven had started out wonderfully. She'd lost her parents, yes, and her brother had hold of her for ten years, yes. But she'd met Neron--and then she'd lost Neron, because of that same brother. Years alone, until a man cloaked in shadows decided she was good enough, to be his pet...
"He doesn't... use me? Or blame me, for the things I've done. It feels... nice, that someone can forgive me for everything, and mean it." She had, after all, run to Noah to seek help.
Just like she'd willingly ended up in Bellamy's arms; he'd been powerful enough to take her away from Alder.
But the only thing Noah could do was... well, she couldn't very well run from herself. The only thing Noah could do was accept her.
She held the tea out again, "It's going to get cold." Though if it did, the kettle was back over the fire, warming.
