DELPHINE
Drug Use~
She felt like she was suffocating, falling to pieces. Things were wrong, they were right but they were wrong. She'd stashed the herbs she'd picked up in Torchline, literally in plain sight. Her beloved himbo Noah didn't know enough about herbs to question her. He also had no reason to think any of her herbs were purely for recreational purposes.
Noah was going to be busy; there was an illness making its way through Halo... and Delphine didn't seem to be of much use, the few times she'd stopped in at the infirmary. It was overwhelming, the fear that Noah was going to leave to help with the illness, that... well, maybe he'd leave her because she was useless.
And so, after seasons of being clean, she did the one thing an addict always does. Delphine turned to her favorite source of hallucinations, mixing herself tea. She fluttered around the kitchen anxiously, as the tea steeped. If he came home right now, she'd have to offer him tea... And then he'd know. And she wouldn't get to run away from her thoughts and her worries.
The tea finished, and Delphine inhaled the familiar scent, tidying the kitchen up. Her thoughts were of two sides; part of her was worried about the illness, the other was worried about Noah. And it was wrong of her to fret over whether he'd stay or leave, or whether he'd have time for her until this illness was resolved.
Soon after downing the cup of tea, Delphine was leaning back on the couch, much like their first night together, though he was not underneath her this time. She was watching what looked like glowing wisps float across her vision, as hallucination after hallucination drifted across her field of vision.
The mural of the forest on the wall transported her back home, to the forest she used to dance in. Not to Northhaven, but to Northwind. The forests she ran barefoot through, her mother and her father and Alder... were all alive.
And soon, as she slowly drifted into her fantasy world, she began to calm down. Of course, she could go see Loren about her anxieties, have him help her, or even help herself but she believed that doing that much healing on something such as anxiety or depression would make it worse.
She didn't want to get worse. She wanted to get better. That way, maybe Noah wouldn't leave. Maybe he'd stay, and put her before his duties and... Wishful thinking, but she couldn't help it. She was so lost in her hallucination-filled visage, that she did not even hear the door open.
Noah
