Delphine
He was touching her, but his words, while kind, scared her. The 'we' in his words could be anyone, and despite the fact she shifted into his touch, she was focusing on the fact he had not clarified.
Convincing herself that she was just the flavor of the season. She'd already convinced herself that he deserved better. Because he did; he deserved someone who knew they wanted to have children, and care for a family, and were stable enough to do so. He deserved more than she had to give.
Even as selfish as she was, she was starting to wonder if there would come a time where she had to let him go. What had her mother once said to her about the butterfly she had raised from a caterpillar?
Sometimes, if you really love something, you have to let it go. She'd loved her children, and she'd let them go. Would Noah be someone she loved and came to let go?
Her lower lip trembled, and she bit down hard on it, her mind far away as he spoke about Loren, and her magic. It wasn't until he spoke his question, that she was listening, blinking back a flurry of tears as she focused, catching the tail-end of his inquiry.
"U... uhm, back home we might learn new mag... magics, and the books indicate it's... it's similar here." She murmured, refusing to look at him as she spoke. Instead, she reached to open one of the books, trying to push away her thoughts, as intrusive as they were.
Normally she'd hide from her own mind by getting high. Lately, Noah had become her go-to hiding spot, touching him, hearing him talk, a constant reassurance that she was wanted where she was at. But today, in this moment, he wasn't helping.
Convincing herself that she was just the flavor of the season. She'd already convinced herself that he deserved better. Because he did; he deserved someone who knew they wanted to have children, and care for a family, and were stable enough to do so. He deserved more than she had to give.
Even as selfish as she was, she was starting to wonder if there would come a time where she had to let him go. What had her mother once said to her about the butterfly she had raised from a caterpillar?
Sometimes, if you really love something, you have to let it go. She'd loved her children, and she'd let them go. Would Noah be someone she loved and came to let go?
Her lower lip trembled, and she bit down hard on it, her mind far away as he spoke about Loren, and her magic. It wasn't until he spoke his question, that she was listening, blinking back a flurry of tears as she focused, catching the tail-end of his inquiry.
"U... uhm, back home we might learn new mag... magics, and the books indicate it's... it's similar here." She murmured, refusing to look at him as she spoke. Instead, she reached to open one of the books, trying to push away her thoughts, as intrusive as they were.
Normally she'd hide from her own mind by getting high. Lately, Noah had become her go-to hiding spot, touching him, hearing him talk, a constant reassurance that she was wanted where she was at. But today, in this moment, he wasn't helping.
Let me make you smile, darling.
