Delphine
Delphine's lips tugged into a smile as she leaned into him, considering his words. "Promise not to stay mad when I mess up? I mess up... a lot." How many times had Bellamy had to correct her? She only just realized that he's not asking questions, and in response she patted his cheek.
"You're making statements again." She flashed him a goofy grin, as she studied her hands, covered in a crisscross of scars, like her arms. Healing didn't always take the scars. And because she'd planned to sleep in front of the fire, if she slept at all, she wore just a hip length top, with sleeves to her elbows.
Not the most practical thing, to be fair. "Do... we need rules?" Alder had rules. Bellamy had rules. Did Noah have rules? "More than 'no drugs, or alcohol'," she clarified.
Every time she wanted to take a step forward, she was pretty sure she took two steps backwards instead. He most certainly wasn't Bellamy. He didn't see her as a trophy or a tool, just as a woman. "Like... does the house have specific ways you like things done, or, uhm, how do you like your tea?" It was hard, putting the idea of rules as she knew them into words.
Mostly because those rules had ended up controlling her life.
"You're making statements again." She flashed him a goofy grin, as she studied her hands, covered in a crisscross of scars, like her arms. Healing didn't always take the scars. And because she'd planned to sleep in front of the fire, if she slept at all, she wore just a hip length top, with sleeves to her elbows.
Not the most practical thing, to be fair. "Do... we need rules?" Alder had rules. Bellamy had rules. Did Noah have rules? "More than 'no drugs, or alcohol'," she clarified.
Every time she wanted to take a step forward, she was pretty sure she took two steps backwards instead. He most certainly wasn't Bellamy. He didn't see her as a trophy or a tool, just as a woman. "Like... does the house have specific ways you like things done, or, uhm, how do you like your tea?" It was hard, putting the idea of rules as she knew them into words.
Mostly because those rules had ended up controlling her life.
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?
