Delphine
Delphine shivered in his absence, curling her arms around herself as she watched him leave her. He spoke, and all she heard was disappointment.
Bellamy would have been just as disappointed if not more. "It wasn't what I wanted," she whispered, digging her fingers into her arms. Still stiff, sore, still cold. "I asked... I asked it to take my memories, not my babies. It's... my fau-fault." She murmured, staring at the floor in front of her.
"I just wanted to forget," she mumbled, sitting back hard, and rolling onto her side. "They... were all that I had." She realized, now, that her children had meant more to her than she'd thought. She might not have known them well, or been more than a cordial acquaitance to them, but she had loved them. She had... needed them.
After a moment, she pushed herself to her feet, stiffly moving towards her bag. She reached for one of the plushies, Bryony's plushie, curling her arm around the stuffed toy, before she reached for a little brown pouch. And she began to dump the herbs out, desperate for another high, desperate to try to forget.
Mostly she wanted to forget the disappointment she'd heard in his voice.
Bellamy would have been just as disappointed if not more. "It wasn't what I wanted," she whispered, digging her fingers into her arms. Still stiff, sore, still cold. "I asked... I asked it to take my memories, not my babies. It's... my fau-fault." She murmured, staring at the floor in front of her.
"I just wanted to forget," she mumbled, sitting back hard, and rolling onto her side. "They... were all that I had." She realized, now, that her children had meant more to her than she'd thought. She might not have known them well, or been more than a cordial acquaitance to them, but she had loved them. She had... needed them.
After a moment, she pushed herself to her feet, stiffly moving towards her bag. She reached for one of the plushies, Bryony's plushie, curling her arm around the stuffed toy, before she reached for a little brown pouch. And she began to dump the herbs out, desperate for another high, desperate to try to forget.
Mostly she wanted to forget the disappointment she'd heard in his voice.
He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe,
Believe in him and believe in me,
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green,
To your beautiful destiny.
Believe in him and believe in me,
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green,
To your beautiful destiny.
