Delphine
Delphine didn’t resist, when he stood behind her, so close that she was pretty sure he could hear her heart threatening to beat right out of her chest. When he grasped her waist and turned her to face him, he’d meet no resistance. Instead, he’d see tears, taste salt when he kissed her.
It was the kind of kiss that made her cheeks flush, her toes curl. She leaned into the kiss, and returned it with just as much vigor. Cheeks red, eyes brimming with tears, she buried her face against his chest, her fingers dug into his back as he clung to him.
He didn’t offer her any answers. He offered nothing more than his presence, but that kiss had told her more than words could. She was aware he could have, and probably should have, walked away. Should have gone to his room, left her here to tend the fire, slept off his intoxication.
But he hadn’t.
Delphine eventually pushed herself away from his chest, hazel eyes clear of tears for the moment, though the tear streaks remained on her cheeks. “Will you tell me about your parents?” She asked, as she reached to find his hands, fingers curling through his.
It was late, and she was wide awake. She still… wasn’t sure of his sanity, if he was considering her as a partner. But he’d asked her to stay, and she had nowhere else to really go, nor anywhere she’d rather go. Because for all of her attempts to convince him against her, he was what she wanted. What she’d dreamed of as a young girl.
It was the kind of kiss that made her cheeks flush, her toes curl. She leaned into the kiss, and returned it with just as much vigor. Cheeks red, eyes brimming with tears, she buried her face against his chest, her fingers dug into his back as he clung to him.
He didn’t offer her any answers. He offered nothing more than his presence, but that kiss had told her more than words could. She was aware he could have, and probably should have, walked away. Should have gone to his room, left her here to tend the fire, slept off his intoxication.
But he hadn’t.
Delphine eventually pushed herself away from his chest, hazel eyes clear of tears for the moment, though the tear streaks remained on her cheeks. “Will you tell me about your parents?” She asked, as she reached to find his hands, fingers curling through his.
It was late, and she was wide awake. She still… wasn’t sure of his sanity, if he was considering her as a partner. But he’d asked her to stay, and she had nowhere else to really go, nor anywhere she’d rather go. Because for all of her attempts to convince him against her, he was what she wanted. What she’d dreamed of as a young girl.
How can I begin again?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
How can I try to love someone new,
someone who isn’t you?
