Delphine
"Sometimes... when someone calls you a sedative, a calming drug," she shifts, fingers toying with familiar curls, "they slip up. He would have done anything to keep me at his beck and call... knew too much, was too valuable. I used to bring back the dead, you know," she says, offhandedly. Which, was probably, why her husband had never tried to force her to leave Remi behind.
If it had come to Remi or Bellamy, in a heartbeat, she'd have chosen, left the shadow man high and dry, with no light to his name.
She's quiet, and then she shrugs, "I guess a real bed would be a treat." Not that she'd enjoy sleeping alone; she never had.
If it had come to Remi or Bellamy, in a heartbeat, she'd have chosen, left the shadow man high and dry, with no light to his name.
She's quiet, and then she shrugs, "I guess a real bed would be a treat." Not that she'd enjoy sleeping alone; she never had.
Let me make you smile, darling.
