DELPHINE
Pull me from the dirt,
No, you don't want me in your garden.
No, you don't want me in your garden.
Dandelion, dandelion.
Delphine snorted, murmuring, "So I'm... careless and impulsive." She hummed quietly, listing out loud what she thought her faults were like she might list the answer to a problem that the teacher's asked. "And selfish." She said that last one in a certain tone.
When he mentioned Torchline, she snorted quietly and mumbled, "Remi fussed at me for being alone with my kids in Torchline." He told her to wake up from whatever dream she was living, and she chewed her lip. He was right--she was still partially in denial; like maybe if she ignored Caido for long enough she'd wind up back home but...
How many people had she talked too? How many times had she been told?
There was no way back.
"Will you help me?" She inquired, serious. She craved independence, she craved being useful. Loren's words, still, were in her head. He'd called her useless, Neron had called her a nightmare.
Both phrases weren't things she wanted to be known as.
When he mentioned Torchline, she snorted quietly and mumbled, "Remi fussed at me for being alone with my kids in Torchline." He told her to wake up from whatever dream she was living, and she chewed her lip. He was right--she was still partially in denial; like maybe if she ignored Caido for long enough she'd wind up back home but...
How many people had she talked too? How many times had she been told?
There was no way back.
"Will you help me?" She inquired, serious. She craved independence, she craved being useful. Loren's words, still, were in her head. He'd called her useless, Neron had called her a nightmare.
Both phrases weren't things she wanted to be known as.
