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@delmah
#DELMAH. ( mama says it means home. like, belonging ?? it’s all about, you know, legacy and stuff. heroes and daughters and daughters of heroes. ) independent, private & VERY selective writing blog for delmah laelynn lavorre. sideblog to @chaoshe. character sheet.
hellesfeuer.
travel is much easier when there is peace around them. well . . . as much peace as caleb’s life and presence in the capital permit them. but with powers as he has, caleb can go back and forth often enough, from one family house to another. leaving for the summer, coming back to rexxentrum often to see to the house and the cats, while still teaching his summer classes at veth’s adventure camp, is not such a heavy burden. in fact, with the smiles on delmah’s face, it is lighter than ever.
“ no, kindchen, ” he answers, placing the trinkets she brings into his small bag with a fond smile. “ the cats would not like to travel, i’m afraid. i will come to check on them almost every day at the end of camp, and our neighbors will look in on them when i am not here. and . . . well, i do not think i have a pink shirt, actually, now that i think of it. should we go shopping when we arrive in nicodranas then? ”
she’s used to travel, regardless of means. there are enough grown ups around her that make miles inconsequential, though she remembers with joy that trip last autumn in which she’d gotten to fly in a skyship, mama holding her up enough to see the clouds. point is, she likes travelling, likes seeing all the places where the people she loves call home. the fact that the cats can’t come only sours her mood just a little bit.
❝ you’ll kiss them goodnight for me. yes ?? ❞ it feels like a good offer, a way to make sure none of them gets lonely. searches for the promise in his eyes, on the borders of mistrustful, before dashing off to bring him one of mama’s potted succulents for him to pack. ❝ it’s okay, you can wear a ribbon, like dagger. but you need pretty shirts, papa, yours are boring. ❞
nothing good ever started with the phrase ‘don’t tell mama’… but vex was used to that by now. her hands flash out, catching the shoulders of the tiny figure before her abrupt approach could send her sprawling backward onto the snowy earth that crunched beneath them. a brow raises in quiet uncertainty until she heard the secret she was being commissioned to keep — something simple, something child-like in wonder and excitement. something so utterly and completely delmah, just like her mother.
“darling,” she began, trying to act stern when she felt nothing but adoration, “you know your mother’s rules on the woods…” but then she crouches, bringing them to eye level, and the twinkle in her eyes is a spark of mischief so familiar, she would resemble her twin to anyone who had known him. she reaches up, tucking back a strand of dark hair to unobscure bright, unrepentant eyes.
“tell me,” she began again with a grin, “what should we bring these rabbits, then?”
having a family so large means that there’s always someone who will be in her corner, no matter what. but if it’s anything she’s learned from them, it’s that it’s way better to ask for forgiveness later than to ask for permission. it’s not like she abuses that, of course ⸻ there’s very little her moms would deny her, and the things that are off limits are explained to her thoroughly.
but she’s also attracted to mischief like a moth to the flame, at that age where she’s trying to see what boundaries hold firm and which ones are to be nudged, if not outright crossed. hence, bunnies. delmah grins up at her ilhar, reaching up to grab her hand with both of hers, much smaller. ❝ uh ... ❞ what do rabbits eat ?? nose scrunches, looking at her raven for assistance, but the bird only tilts his head back at her. ❝ cupcakes ?? or, oh !! i know !! we can make pancakes !! ❞
when friends talk to me about their men
𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋/𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
as requested by a very wonderful, very dear, very lovely friend! i hope you all enjoy using these as much as i enjoyed writing them! i honestly found these so nice and therapeutic to write tho like oml i cannot get over it! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST PLEASE!
“ oh, i knew you could do it! i’m so proud of you! “
“ i’m thinking of doing a movie/game night at my place, if you wanna join in? “
“ how many mugs of coffee have you had today?! that’s enough, now, you go take a nap before you buzz through the ceiling! “
“ i’ll send you the recipe, if you like! but, in the same breath, you should know that i really don’t mind continuing to cook this for you; it’s no trouble at all, really! “
“ are you sure there isn’t anything i can do to help you in the kitchen? “
“ come on in! take a seat! i’ll fix you up a plate, there’s more than enough to go around! “
“ why don’t you spend the night here? really, it’s no trouble to fix up the guest room, and we have plenty of spare pajamas and toiletries if that’s what’s bothering you! “
“ look, i get the whole lone wolf thing, trust me, i do. but… you do understand that there’ll always be a place here for you, don’t you? that door is always open to you, no matter what. that’s a promise. “
“ why don’t i make you a cup of tea, and you can tell me all about it? “
“ [NAME]? hey, hey, hey, what’s the matter? are you okay? what’s wrong? oh, come here… “
“ jeez, i don’t even wanna know how you got that battle wound there; sit down and let me fix it up, won’t you? “
“ hey, stranger! it’s been a minute, huh? what’ve you been up to? how have you been? hell, where have you been? “
“ now, now, don’t be silly; put that wallet away. i invited you out for dinner, so i’ll pay the bill, right? you can get the next one! “
“ hey, you didn’t order anything! don’t worry about it, huh? here, take half my sandwich; i can never finish the damn thing, anyway, you’re really doing me the favor! and there’s coffee in that flask, so help yourself to that, too! i’ve been trying to cut back, anyhow. “
“ hey, i know it’s really late, but… i didn’t know who else to call. “
“ everything’s gonna be okay, i promise. just tell me where you are, okay? and i’ll come and get you right this second. “
“ well, we have to celebrate your good news! what’s your favorite dinner? oh, and cake! we can’t have a decent celebration without cake, right? “
“ hey, hey, it’s okay, relax. i’m not about to nag you for skipping out on curfew, alright? have you eaten anything? because i saved you a plate, and it’s in the oven if you want it. “
“ now, now, none of that self-hate talk! we all have bad days, right? we all mess up sometimes and make silly mistakes. but it doesn’t matter at the end of the day; it just makes the good days all the better! “
“ guess who has an extra ticket for the concert this weekend! wanna come with me? they’re practically front row! “
“ you’re still coming over for dinner tonight, right? “
“ hey! what are your plans for the holidays? because, if you didn’t have any, i have an offer for you! or an open invitation! “
“ did you do something different with your hair? it looks amazing! “
“ oh my god, where have you been?! i was so worried about you! are you okay? did you get hurt?! “
“ we should go out tonight! come on, you can ransack my wardrobe if you like! i have a friend who’s the bouncer at that new night club, they can get us in for free! “
“ i made you some breakfast, if you’re hungry? it’s your favorite! unless you’ve got a new favorite, in which case… “
“ don’t forget to take an umbrella! “
“ let me know when you get there so i know you’re safe, okay? “
“ i watched that show you recommended last week! it was so good! can you believe that season finale, though? “
“ rough night, huh? i know that feeling. here, help yourself; the coffee is fresh, and the waffles are pretty damn good today, if i do say so myself! “
“ i knew you’d forget yours, so i brought extra. go ahead, help yourself! “
“ you’re welcome to stay for as long as you like. what’s mine is yours, okay? you don’t need to ask permission, just take whatever you want. “
“ you should get some sleep, okay? my room is just down the hall if you need anything. “
“ you don’t need to be so polite around here, you know! help yourself; i don’t bite! “
“ hey now, never apologize for feeling emotions, okay? humans are meant to feel all this stuff, no matter how good or bad the feelings are. besides; shoulders are built to be cried on! “
“ you should keep that sweater! it looks much better on you than it does on me; brings out your eyes! “
“ i never realized you could cook! the apron suits you very nicely! “
“ if you don’t have any plans this weekend, we should do something together! “
“ remember, if you want to leave early, just call me and i’ll come get you, okay? “
“ would you come on in inside out of that rain?! you’ll catch your death! “
“ don’t worry about it, okay? no apologies necessary; just breathe, everything’s good. “
“ it’s okay! no use crying over spilt milk, am i right? fetch me that mop and i’ll clean it up; you should find a clean shirt in the third drawer in my room, too! “
“ here, grab a plate; i made your favorite, and there’s more than enough for you to have seconds and take home a tonne of leftovers, too! “
“ would you mind setting the table for me while i finish up in the kitchen? “
“ you want some hot cocoa before you go to bed? i’m more than happy to have one with you; not to praise myself or anything, but my hot cocoa is the best in town! “
“ you did it! oh, congratulations! quick, i’m gonna fetch the sparkling cider, and then i’ll book a table somewhere fancy; we’re going to celebrate in style! “
“ oh god, you’re burning up a fever, you poor thing! here, lie down, let’s get you some water and a nice cool cloth, huh? “
“ how are you feeling? i thought you might be hungry, so i made some tea and toast. “
“ i thought i might find you out here… this must be your favorite spot, huh? it’s nice! “
“ how are you? and be real with me, now; i can tell when you’re not being honest with me. you’ve got a tell. “
“ figured you might be needing an extra blanket in this weather. you mind if i sit with you for a while? “
“ let’s go for a walk, huh? i know this place that does the best coffee you’ll ever have! “
“ i can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie before! we have to fix this immediately; you get the popcorn, i’ll order in the pizza and get the tv set up. “
“ wow… that pun was so awful, it actually became good again. nicely done! “
“ i know you have that meeting today, so i thought i’d come wish you luck. and give you my lucky socks! “
“ hey! i hope you’re hungry, i spared you some waffles and pancakes from breakfast this morning! “
“ maybe you’re not ready to talk just now. but i want you to know that, whenever you are, my door is always open to you. understand? “
“ i’m not here to say i told you so, don’t worry. i’m not that cruel. i’m just here to comfort my friend. “
“ you’re here so often, i figured it was about time you had your very own mug! “
“ do you mind if i put you down as my emergency contact? “
“ you should move in with me! i have a spare room, the rent is cheap, it’s closer to work… i mean, only if you want to, but i’m very much in favor of this! “
“ i know that things haven’t been easy for you lately, so… i was thinking, maybe we could plan a little vacation together? “
“ pull the car over, alright? you can get some sleep in the back seat, and i’ll take over the driving. “
“ woah, woah, woah… slow it down a few miles, huh? what’s going on? where’s the fire? “
“ do you want a hug? i give some really good hugs; i nearly got voted the best hug-giver in the continent, once! come on, you know you want to! “
“ hey! so i’m after having a really crappy day. you wanna get take-out and watch a movie at my place tonight? “
“ i remember you saying you didn’t like this ingredient last time, so i fixed you up something else. “
@erzmagier.
there is a bruise darkening the purple of her cheek, like a shadow where there’s supposed to be none, but her lip has stopped bleeding. mama had to go away for a couple days, which means she has to explain to astrid what happened. admitting the truth to her isn’t as easy as it is to mama, but it’s gotten a little easier the older she and rune got. and though the thing that burns inside her isn’t quite shame, it still is lingering discomfort. by this point, she would have batted her lashes at her mother and asked for comfort, tone of voice petulant as the story would flow. as it is, she stands straight, gaze steady.
❝ a boy was mean to rune, ❞ she tells astrid, unrepentant. he should be glad she decided to use just her fists and not her magic or the dagger she’s taken to carrying around, the one both aunt veth and uncle vax taught her to wield with deadly precision just in case. ❝ i didn’t break anything, i just scared him off. him ... and his friends. ❞
delmah grows up to be 5′9 which is taller than both her mother and essek and very funny
@hellesfeuer.
summer means family, means papa’s classes aren’t in session anymore but aunt veth’s are, means nicodranas and sunshine and rushing into the waves for as long as her slight sensitivity to sunlight will let her. but the first days of summer also means chaos. mama had kissed delmah and papa on the forehead an hour ago and disappeared through the door with her paints and an impish smile, which leaves her in charge of helping papa pack. gold crown on her head ⸻ real gold, uncle kingsley had insisted like there’s any such thing as fake gold ⸻ she magnanimously offers her father the third cup in a row, along with her cat prince book.
❝ do you have a pink shirt, bitte, papa ?? for you. so we all match. ❞ top of the list in importance. dagger, pink bow around his neck, flies down to perch on delmah’s shoulder, as if to prove a point. mama’s newest sketchbook gets added to a pile, as well as a half chewed cat toy. ❝ are the cats coming too ?? ❞
@sparkhe.
delmah loves stories, as any little girl worth their salt does, of course. loves how everyone has their own way of telling stories too, even if it’s about the same thing. her favourites by a long shot are about uncle shaun, the way mama’s eyes light up or uncle vax’s smile turns a little wistful. how he fought a dragon all by himself, or about that time he kept an entire city safe, sure, but even more she loves the ones that feel like home. in a patchwork family quilted together from different threads and heroic acts, there is comfort in simplicity. the offhanded comments the people she loves make about the people they love, little things delmah collects and keeps safe like the shiny things her ravens hide under her bed. if her ghosts have taught her anything, it’s that loving people while still alive is the best thing you can do.
she’s careful with her paint as she watches him work, legs swinging idly. dagger sits perched on the back of her chair, too smart gaze taking in all new movement, sprinkle curled up in her lap, under her sketchbook, her tacit guardians, even if there’s no threat around. and though there might not be blood between them, it’s jester’s smile she smiles. ❝ i wanna learn new spells but uncle vax said i should just get a dagger. ❞ and here, essek’s influence, the shrewd narrowing of blue eyes, ❝ if i give you money for one that’s like ... extra sharp are you gonna tell mama ?? ❞
@kestrael.
she’s too old for naps now, but she still lets her mother tuck her into bed with a story and a kiss, piling blankets on top of her to keep the chill of whitestone at bay. this is the routine whenever they come visit : delmah will go sleep, and mama’s gonna walk down to the bakery to spend time with auntie vex and auntie pike. she knows. she’s followed her out before. and then when delmah super totally wakes up, they have dinner, all of them, and she gets to hear even more stories. but she’s never actually explored the castle all by herself, which means that she promptly gets lost. ( the pretty lady in white, whitney, she explains with a bemused curtsy, makes sure she doesn’t get too too lost and leads her to a door delmah pushes open all on her own. ghosts, she knows by now, don’t do well with physical things. )
aunt cassandra is writing something, so delmah makes sure to be as quiet as a mouse, muffling her giggle behind a hand, until she’s close enough for a good spook. ❝ hi !! found you. ❞ experience also dictates that if she makes herself cute enough, she absolutely will not get in trouble, so she smiles, eyes wide.
@adveanture, for gwen.
growing up, there were plenty of places that felt like home. nicodranas is grandmama, is the cottage outside the city overlooking the waves mama likes to take her when the world gets a little too noisy. kel’nuk is in uthodurn, the very first place where she felt safe. rexxentrum and emon and zadash are bustling and cheerful and filled with people who love her, with people she loves. delmah loves whitestone best though, even if she’s never actually going to admit it. has spent her childhood seeing the world, knowing that her mother would keep her safe. but it’s not always that easy ⸻ the ghosts come in all kinds of shapes ; sometimes they have names the people who love her would rather not hear out loud. it’s hard to navigate the world of adulthood when you barely know the rules. thankfully, gwen has a map.
❝ mama doesn’t think i’m ready to see the world alone, ❞ the cusp of teenagehood feels different when you are raised by heroes ; all her school friends concerned with little things when all she wants to do is go and explore. but gwen would understand. gwen always understands. ❝ i know how to do eldritch blast now and it’s basically all uncle fjord does. and it’s not like uncle vax would let anything happen to me, you know ?? ❞
questsy.
rune doesn’t cry when she falls , but it is a close call . dark eyes sting with tears almost as much as her scrape stings with little flecks of pain , but she trusts delmah to take care of her – why wouldn’t she ? delmah has never shown herself to be anything other than completely trustworty and good , and they’ve known each other forever .
she knows that , technically , delmah is a little bit older than her . but she’s never felt anything other than close to her sister , and this is no exception . “ ‘m okay , ” she mumbles , only a little sheepish . “ i don’t … i don’t need a kiss on it . ” but she’d very much like one .
❝ mama says lying about when it hurts is bad. ❞ it’s not mean spirited. it’s nothing except a gentle reminder, actually, because mama is always right and knows everything. sometimes, rune needs a little coaxing, but that’s okay too. delmah can be patient.
the kiss is gentle, though she pours as much love into it as she’s able. it feels only right, to take care of her sister like that, because she knows her ninil will do the same in return. ❝ there. next time you want me to kiss it better you tell me, okay ?? i don’t mind. ❞
dcvrsthrn.
watching over delmah was a simple act, agreed to with an easy nod when jester asked. the girl was still quiet, nervous around others, but there were flashes of her mother’s influence that showed once she felt comfortable. ( his spellbook had been the victim of such influence, but at least it was far better for any potential students to see her work rather than the dicks jester had drawn in it years ago. ) for now though, caleb could try and come up with potential lesson plans, waiting calmly for the child to find her words. just like with a cat, he noted with a smile.
her question, however, drew the human’s gaze to her, movement smooth and as unthreatening as he could so that she knew that he wasn’t angry. “ of course she’ll come back. your mutter always… she doesn’t like to leave the people she loves. that means you. “ and that meant him, something caleb was still wrapping his mind around. .
brave, auntie veth calls her when she lets luc whisk her away on adventures, searching for sea shells or chasing after nugget, always where the grown ups can see them and where they can see the grown ups too. my brave little girl, mama calls her, when she needs scraps and bruises kissed, when she climbs into bed with her and caleb at night, scared of a nightmare. she can be brave now too.
slowly, she pushes her stuffed unicorn up on the couch next to him before climbing up too, tucking herself into his side. ❝ you too. ❞ it feels important to say. sometimes, before bed, mama helps delmah name everyone who loves her. maybe caleb could use a list too. ❝ can we go see her ?? ❞
like for a starter from the world’s best haunted girl !!
#DEMLAH lavorre. and so i burn with my cold flame. and so i become respite for ghosts. a study in the legacy of heroes, going against prophecy, and love bred out of choice rather than blood. extremely selective, written by nyx. sideblog to @chaoshe.
delmah is the sweetest little girl until she turns to you to stare into your eyes, unblinking, and talk about someone who died that you knew.
@luxoned asked: gives his baby girl a BIG kiss on the head
SHE’S TOO OLD TO BE CODDLED, too old for bedtime stories or kissing bruises better or keeping the nightlight on just in case the shadows look a little bit too much like grasping hands. but she’s never going to be too old for this ; essek’s arms around her, safe and familiar and warm, all the tension rushing out of her body when she hugs him back. she’s not a baby anymore, but she’s always be his baby, and that’s more than okay with her too.
❝ i missed you so so so so much ... ❞ said like they’d been apart for years and years and not just a couple of weeks. home is spread all across exandria ; in nicodranas, in emon and whitestone, in rexxentrum, but there’s something special about being back here, essek’s scent enveloping her, knowing that her mama is just outside, speaking to aunt reani. spends a moment longer clinging, leaning into the kiss he presses to the crown of her head, before pulling back a little with a wide grin. ❝ we saw an owlbear !! ❞ then, quickly, the well-rehearsed script, ❝ from a distance, duh, cause they’re dangerous and not pets. ❞
