delilah rosewood

High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts The ones she had lost and the ones she had found And the ones who had loved her the most. The ones who'd been gone for so very long She couldn't remember their names. They spun her around on the damp old STONES Spun away all her sorrow and pain. They danced through the day And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall From winter to summer then winter again 'Til the walls did crumble and fall. High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts. Delilah Rosewood • Thirty Two • Mother • Waitress

[wanderinginjuly]

[concordiiia]

“My father didn’t raise me to be a quitter. In fact, my father didn’t raise me.”

— L (via incorrect-deathnotequotes)

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david tosh‌

There weren’t many things that knocked his ego down quite a few stories but this proved itself to be one. However, he physically didn’t let his mind wander too far because he knew it could lead him to pretty dark places. He just wanted to enjoy the time he could spend with her again, not wanting to have his mind cross any other things that could potentially just ruin it for him, no, he was just going to be as they were two years ago. Just ignore the rest. “No, no … I mean there were a few nights of Sangría that made me question why I even tried to begin with,” he pointed out, a small chuckle passing by his lips. “One thing I’m certain of .. I prefer ice cream to wine any day,” he added, meeting her gaze for a couple of seconds but he didn’t feel like he could hold it long enough. “ Kinda like that .. – I mean what are the odds of being unlucky all the time ? ”

There was a moment of silence between the two and the blonde breathed in the fresh air, enjoying the sounds of the city. They weren’t far from home, so Delilah reached into her pocket to fish out the pair of keys. Boss walked by their side and she couldn’t take her minds off him, thinking how tiny he used to be. He could perfectly fit in her embrace once. David’s voice interrupting her thoughts, and an instant smile formed on her lips. “I’ve never tried that.. it’s the wine with the fruits, right?” she questioned, green hues moving to meet his before another smile appeared. “Ice cream.. I mean, it’s not like my fridge is not stocked with three different flavors... so, your wish will come true tonight.” the young blonde joked, “...I never thought about it like that. You’ve got a point.”

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declan flanagan‌

Declan hated relationships, he claimed not to want anything to do with them - it was still kind of true, he really hadn’t been looking for one. He just loved her. They were such a cliche. Friends to lovers. He was the grumpy asshole that was only soft for her. His literal sunshine of a girlfriend. A lot of buried feelings he never intended to let out. It was the worst situation possible when he did let them out. He didn’t even mind being that trope with her, dating her was the easiest thing he had ever done. Even if it didn’t work out, he’d still have her around and he didn’t really need to doubt that. She was his annoying blondie, and he wasn’t losing her.

Declan knew she got some shit from her coworkers, but he knew it worked the other way around too. There were people wondering why she was dating such an asshole. He cared so little about it it was unbelievable. Those people weren’t involved in the relationship. He wasn’t an asshole to her, and that was it.

“I can’t”, Declan muttered, wiping a hand over his face. Tearing up was just making him mad, he still couldn’t relax and now this was just getting embarrassing. That was only making it harder for him to breathe and calm down, the harder he tried to stay in control the more he was actually losing it. “A bhastaird bhreallghnúisigh”, he said, still rubbing his face. She really didn’t need to understand that one, the frustration was coming through in the tone. It was completely directed at himself, Delilah was only right. He had to take his kid to therapy. And probably go himself too.

“That’s not funny”, he mumbled, resting his head against hers. He knew his heart condition was hereditary, and the odds weren’t in her favour. They had the longest talk about it when Cas got pregnant. He was on top of it, but it was still eating him up. He might have as well given her a death sentence. “I’m sorry. I’m, just… I’m sorry”, he said. He wasn’t at all sure what he was trying to say. Apologize for being so emotional, he could try arguing with her to make being angry okay. He was angry at himself, he just was bad with emotions. “I’m trying. It’s just really hard. And I’m scared”, he said. If he could stop talking, he would - but some dam broke and it was apparently going to take him a while to build it back up.

“That’s what bar bathrooms are for”, Declan said, gingerly shrugging his shoulders. That was true, everyone knew it. Sweet, innocent little Delilah really needed to go out more. “Everything’s a first time for you”, he said, squeezing her hand. He had been making her blush all their friendship with being overtly sexual, but now that might be only partly embarrassment, the rest could be arousal. Teasing his girlfriend was so much fun. “Does that mean I’m going to get lucky? Now?”

Delilah was always hopeful. She wouldn’t dare to take this step with anyone unless she knew deep down that nothing could between their friendship. Sure, feelings were involved but Declan had always been her best friend and nothing could change that. They shared a deeper bond than others, they understood each other like anyone else. At the end of the day, they wanted nothing but for the other to be happy and well. As long as that was all they wanted for each other, a relationship wouldn’t change a thing. After all these years, they were a part of one another. 

Her co-workers gave her a bunch of shit for dating a rich guy, while working as a waitress and Delilah didn’t mind the things they said. It was no one else’s business what she did with her life and how she was living it. Declan could have been rich as hell, but she wasn’t going to live off his money. 

Delilah’s arms wrapped around him, pulling her boyfriend closer. He was having a hard time and she knew, so holding him tightly was all she could do right now. No matter how many times she told him it was going to be okay, he wouldn’t believe her now. As a parent he was scared and she could relate to that. Trying your best wasn’t always enough and that’s how life worked. The point was to try because life wasn’t all in their hands. He was frustrated and felt defeated, speaking in languages she didn’t understand, and Delilah did what she knew best and that was to hold him tighter. 

“I am not saying to be funny. I know it’s a sensitive topic... but I know that it’s not all black and white. There are those gray areas too.” she exclaimed, sighing softly. Maeve was just a baby. If she did inherit Declan’s condition, then the odds must have been in her favor, right? They could find a donor, find a solution and make sure she’d have a happy life. It was too much to think about right now, but there must have been a solution out there. Pressing another kiss on his forehead, Delilah rubbed his shoulders gently. “There’s nothing to be sorry about... it’s alright to be emotional and angry.” she said. Even though it was an untold truth between them, the blonde could have imagined how that was a real terror in his mind. How couldn’t it be? It was enough to make anyone lose their mind. “It’s okay to be scared too. It’s part of being a parent. You have to learn to live with the fear.. whether it’s a heart condition or thinking someone’s going to hurt them in the future. It’s part of being a dad or a mom...” and his fear was real because he had every reason to worry. “Take it one step at a time.” 

Her face was red and Delilah laughed awkwardly. “I can’t believe you.” she mused, before taking a deep breath, wondering if she’d calm down sooner rather than later. He had his way with her, and she thought he made it a mission to make her squirm. “I thought you were keen on feeding me first.”

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alex warren 

The blond grinned widely at his friend’s words, shaking his head lightly in response. “Let’s just say we saved each other, alright? Or more like, tea and cider saved us” he grinned, taking a sip from his favorite seasonal drink before nodding, matching Delilah’s laugh with his own. “Adam the Spatula. For some reason, I picture him with an eyepatch and cargo shorts. He can be a dumbass too” his chuckle prolongated through the entire sentence a hand on his chest as his breathing became elaborate; he had to remind himself to take it easy and inhale deeply.

“How could someone prefer not being here at this time of year? Come on. Have you seen how cute everything looks? And winter clothes are the best" he pointed out before (jokingly) swirling to give his friend an entire look of his coat before breathing in heavily. Alexander had always been an outdoors man, always excited to go on camping trips and experience nature, alas Central Park was such an important place for him in a city that never felt like home to him. “Not entirely your fault my friend, we all have our crazy schedules, yo have been taking care of yourself, right? That’s all I care about" the agent nudged his friend lightly. “Oh, that sounds chaotic without a doubt. You’ve been dealing with all the kids by yourself?” he questioned, impressed. Then, a grin “It’s no trouble Del. I love Rory and it’s just a cookie. Plus I didn’t get her anything for Christmas I still owe her, and you.”

“I really want to argue and say how you’re a true hero, but my tea’s going to get cold.” she joked, nudging Alex’s side playfully. This was a much-needed walk, with a friend Delilah hadn’t seen for a while. Sometimes, breaks like this were nice because reality was too hectic for words to describe. Laughing again, the blonde brought the cup close to her lips and tasted her warm drink. “Adam the dumbass spatula. Ever thought about turning that into a cartoon? People will love it, I guarantee you.” she responded with a bright smile on her lips. 

“People have mixed feelings about the cold. I, on the other hand, love it. I mean...” she laughed again, looking him from head to toe, “Aren’t you the most good looking guy in a coat? Yes, you are!” Delilah exclaimed with a happy voice, nodding her head. Coming from London, the blonde was mostly used to the cold and preferred it. She enjoyed wearing skirts and sweaters, loved scarfs and gloves. As much as she liked summer, this weather fit her better. “I’ve been trying to, yeah. Haven’t gotten sick so far, so I guess that’s a good thing, right?” Smiling over at him, Delilah had another sip of her tea. Coming in contact with so many people on a daily basis, had left her surprised over how she hadn’t caught the flu yet. “I’m trying not to be the crazy mom, but I do occasionally leave enough snacks for them to feed an army.” she joked, “Not to mention I don't’ want to be that mom who embarrasses her daughter, so I stay mostly out of her way.” Of course, that didn’t mean she couldn’t hear the girls laughing and screaming from the other room. “You don’t owe us nothing, Alex. The thought is all that counts. By the way...” turning to look at him as they walked, Delilah grinned. “How about you join us for lunch today? You have to give her that cookie yourself.” 

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elias morgan 

He knows he looks ridiculous. He’s in a suit, though the wrinkles aren’t ironed out, and his hair is a little disheveled because he fell asleep. He’s got two baby carriers, detached from the stroller,  both the twins are bundled up, and sleeping, by the grace of a God he doesn’t believe in.  Casey, the super hero, needs some time alone, and so Elias has stepped out to get himself and the twins some fresh air. And maybe some food. He doesn’t remember the last time he ate a proper meal. Maybe the night before the twins were born? So he’s back at the diner, one he’s been going to for years, though he doesn’t know that he’s ever been here during the day. It’s usually late night trips for a burger or a cup of coffee, or a slice of cake after a long night of working. Most of the time he’s even more disheveled, but for a very different reason.  He’s sitting at the booth, both of the carriers sitting atop the table,  one of the twins seems to be stirring and that just means the other will be soon, too. He hopes they both go back to sleep, as they’ve just been fed and changed and truthfully he’d like to drink a cup of coffee before there’s tears. When the waitress comes over, for a moment he doesn’t realize it’s Delilah, until he tears his eyes away from the twins to look up, and he grins. “Oh, hello” he says, and it’s been awhile, since he’s been to the diner and since he’s seen Delilah “It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?” he asks, and thats his own fault, mostly. He’s been leaving a lot of work to other people which meant less late nights. @dxrosewood​

The clock was ticking and for the first time ever, time flew by rather fast. Delilah couldn’t believe how quiet the day had been, just like she couldn’t believe how she would be off in an hour. She usually got bored when she had to sit in the corner for longer than five minutes. Since there were no other patrons at the diner who needed her assistance, the blonde walked into the kitchen to have a glass of water. Danny, the so-called master chef was there, making stupid jokes that the blonde found no interest to participate in. He wasn’t a bad guy, his sense of humor though? That was the worst. Giving him a polite smile, Delilah just moved along and quickly returned back to the diner’s area, her eyes now falling upon a figure... then two bundles of joy into their carrier. Wait, were those... babies? Like, actual babies? Blinking slightly, the young mother grinned as soon as she realized this was no other than Elias. Slowly, she made her way toward him with a smile on her face. “Well... well...” the words slipped, “I thought so... but I didn’t imagine it has been this while.” she exclaimed motioning toward the babies with a smile. One of them was already stirring a little and she couldn’t help but smile more. “Looks like you have your hands full, there. Congratulations.” 

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david tosh‌

Snorting at her response, he shook his head almost immediately. He didn’t have words for it but at least they kept it in a playful way because that was just what they did best always. As much as he wanted to convince her, he knew it took more than the time that they had spent together so far, probably years and he knew he wasn’t the right person for that filled with enough flaws to last for at least a whole middle school. “Maybe, I just missed you saying that,” he claimed in return, a grin lingering on his lips. Unbelievable. Something he had heard quite a lot in his time but there was always a smile behind the way Delilah said it, even if he was doing something she didn’t agree with. “ Go hard or go home, right ? You’ve got the dedication. ” Which he clearly didn’t considering he was changing places so quickly, the only thing he ever really comitting to being the small pup walking in front of them. And maybe his tattoos now. “Me neither,” he was about to start off, however cutting himself off quickly after her following words collided with him – quite literally. Hence why he just tried to continue the way they did before the b bomb. “ In Mexico, everyone’s drunk all the time .. it’s like you’re super out of place and – yeah. ” Now he had lost his trail of thought, gaze moving towards the opposite street as if he needed to find a place of focus somewhere else. “ .. I think someone once told me that if you gotta be lucky to have all that unluck, and I think that sort of is me, in theory. ”

David always thought too highly of her and she was flattered how that hadn’t changed after all this time. He was a sweet guy just like Delilah remembered him and a part of her was happy to know he was still the same person she had met back in London. She turned to give him one of those come on now looks, before turning her attention back on the road. Truth to be told, the blonde couldn’t remember the last time they talked. Was it on the phone? Through a text? Maybe it was all in her mind because Delilah couldn’t remember and she liked to think the two had kept some sort of contact when in reality... they hadn’t. It was saddening, but life was sad. “Yeah...” her voice trailed off before a laugh followed. This was nice, it almost felt like they were in London again, walking around the streets with ice cream in their hands. Those were some good times. “So.. were you drunk all the time?” the blonde asked, turning to look at David. “so....I’m lucky as I’m unlucky?” 

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juliet blake‌

“You should visit Los Angeles one day. I could take you to all of the coolest places, the beaches, and the best food around.” She said with a friendly smile before taking a sip of her coffee. “What’s worse though? Drunk people are kind of annoying sometimes.” Juliet pointed out with a soft chuckle. “Most patients are nice to me but some can be a pain in the ass.”

“Maybe.. one day. My first trip, if I ever go anywhere will be in Italy. That’s a dream coming true for me, in all honesty.” Delilah said softly, smiling over at the girl. “Some drunk people can be pretty bad... but some make me sad. They drink away their sorrows you know?” she added, “Yeah.. I guess people can’t help but be difficult.” 

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tatum wells‌

Tatum sighed, tossing the napkins onto the counter with more aggravation than she had intended. It still shocked her after all this time as to how some people could be so cruel. “It’s the unfortunate world we live in.” The detective shrugged, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Oh, that would be great, thank you. I can’t show up to city hall looking like this.”

Delilah remained quiet for a moment, understanding how upsetting the brunette was. Anyone who showed this kind of disrespect was a real dickhead. “It is.” the blonde agreed, before letting out a sigh. “Yeah, and it’s cold... you wouldn’t want to catch something.” Motioning toward the door, Delilah half-smiled. “Let’s go.” 

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fallon almeida‌

“Yes, exactly. How is this little human I formed growing so friggin fast?” The model smiled, shaking her head. It was hard to believe Birdie was going to be one, though it had felt like she’d just given birth. “That’s what I’ve heard, but I love this phase. She’s forming habits and learning what she likes, and I don’t want her to grow up too quick.”

“I don’t know about you, but my pregnancy went by really quick. I knew right then how this little ball of sunshine wouldn’t stop growing as fast.” she realized with a smile on her lips. “Her personality is coming out, isn’t it?” 

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pax baldini‌ 

“Firings, ah…that’s the sucky part of having bosses and not being able to flip people off as you please when they annoy you,” he responded comically, returning the smile. “Trying to convince you to spit into some asshole’s food is gonna be futile, right?”

“Exactly that part..” she laughed lightly, “It’s not as bad though. It’s easier than having to think of all the other responsibilities you have to deal with.” Delilah added, remembering about the times she had to look after her own store. “Pretty much. Unless you have a job waiting for me.”

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declan flanagan‌

She was glad they had the whole place to themselves because from what Delilah could tell, a second-round was happening and she was excited about it already. He was making her feel hot, and impatient and weak at the same time. Declan must have been feeling pretty powerful at that moment because she was ready to do anything he wanted her to. 

Dating a guy like him? It was not something she ever envisioned herself like doing, but here they were now. He was already between her legs and to her own surprise, Delilah wasn’t nervous anymore. She smiled, giving him the green light to move forward, before pressing her lips on Declan’s, muffling the small moan before it escaped. 

[dxrosewood]

TASK 6: CHARACTER INSPIRATION - DELILAH ROSEWOOD. 

/ @codinspo

[dxrosewood]

david tosh‌

“You’re ridiculous,” he responded without much thought, unable to hide the smile that was threatening to take over his entire face. He didn’t know her for that long .. no – he didn’t get to know her for long but that didn’t stop him from seeing so much more in her than what she thought she was. “I could write a book about you, Delilah Rosewood,” he pointed out, shaking his head a little. And it would definitely not just be two pages with florist and mom. “ I came just in time, huh ? ” He chuckled along with her, still in awe about how someone like her would still have a self-esteem this small. Truly, that’s where they had taken different roads in their similiar childhood. She felt like she was air and he felt like he needed to prove that he wasn’t, it was weird but maybe that’s why they could play off each other so well. “It was just a suggestion,” he defended himself while raising his hands in surrender. “ – Gotta think positive, you’ll have time to do you that you didn’t have when you had to give it to her.” David knew that she wasn’t the type to go out partying or anything but he knew that she probably rid herself off some fun needing to take care of her daughter. “Wear those flowery dresses of yours and go to a wine tasting, rebel.” Sure, the last part was pure sarcasm but David wouldn’t be himself if he wasn’t motivating her to be a little more easy-going with life. “ What place is it ? Just keep the condiments away from me, ” he joked, referencing their first encounter before he went to lean down and grab his foot as if to check his toes, almost tumbling over before laughing at himself. “All of them.”

“I can be ridiculous and right.” the blonde let out, trying to hide the smile from her face. He always saw so much more in her, and as flattered as Delilah was, the idea would simply not stick in her head. It was odd, after all, the blonde was far from adventurous. She giggled lightly, eyes looking straight ahead as they walked, thinking how silly ( and boring ) a book about her would be. “You’re still unbelievable, you know that?” she commented, shaking her head at him. It had been what, three years and he still wouldn’t take her word for granted, no. David had his own idea about how great she was, and to this very day, the blonde couldn’t understand it. “You could have suggested I get a dog... or a cat. A baby’s a whole different level.” she exclaimed, smiling still. Adopting would have been nice, but Delilah knew she would never be qualified for that. He had a point though, maybe she could try and do things she hadn’t in the past, simply because her daughter was her priority. Though... would Rory ever stop being a priority? The blonde didn’t think so. It was just too complicated. “Still can’t do wine.” Delilah replied, unable to keep a straight face. “My boyfriend thinks I sound like a chipmunk  after a glass.” Her face lit up, simply because that was funny and true. “It’s a 24 hour diner, called the Golden Spoon. It’s nice, not too far away. I walk there everyday.” she explained, “Aren’t you a lucky guy?” 

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rosaline winsor 

Rosaline smiled. “Well, I came at a good time then didn’t I? Would have been a little sad if we hadn’t been able to chat like usual.” They were a talker, something that made their job a little easier. After all, they were quite literally paid to talk about things they loved. Could one get any better? They took a sip of the tea. Delilah could make bloody good tea.

“The best time. Things are slow at this hour, so the manager’s not going crazy over how we’re sitting around.” Delilah joked, and shrugged her shoulders. Having a moment with her friend was a top moment of this day, “So... how’s work?” 

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david tosh‌

David couldn’t help but smile at her honest words, nodding even though he might have not been one to understand. But the least he could do was listen and be here for her. Not like it was already time to console her but it was better if she was already ready for it than having to prolong her emotions and have it hit way harder when the time had come. “You’ve not only been a mom,” he almost scoffed even though he knew that’s all she gave herself credit for ever. “Two years and you’re still selling yourself short, Delilah .. I thought I excorcised that,” he joked lightly even though it did make him wonder a little. He could generally kick himself for not being there enough but his stay would’ve probably caused a few more problems than just lack of self-esteem. “And, I mean .. you’re not quite out of it yet. If being a mom is what makes you happy, you don’t gotta stop with just one kid,” he mused, almost stopping himself mid-sentence because everything surrounding that, made him feel a little weird inside. “I’m rooting for her,” he agreed, a smile lingering on his features. “ I mean, flowers still exist, right ? Gotta spark joy differently. ” He couldn’t help but chuckle upon the look she was giving him, shaking his head a bit. “Oof, I’ve been .. having, such a rough day – stubbed my toe last night .. life is sorrow.”

Ever since she met him, Delilah felt comfortable enough to speak her mind around David. Whether they were walking on a rooftop, or at the park, she never felt the need to hide anything from him and that was the case now, after three years since the last time they saw each other. Aurora leaving for college was one of the most heartbreaking and terrifying things she could think of, but also a wonderful step she would want her daughter to take. She couldn’t quite explain it with words, but he god it -- David got it. With a smile on her face, the blonde shook her head. “Right.. I’ve also been a florist... but mainly a mom. You know it’s true.” Delilah replied, wondering if he was right about that. It was strange in a sense, being a mom was all she could remember herself being; but she never regretted it. “Nope, the demon’s still here.” she joked, giggling lightly. Leaving the park behind them, the two of them walked down the sidewalk, as she lead the way. “Oh, you didn’t just go there. I’m not going to have another baby, just because my baby is not a baby anymore.” The words hit her a little harder than she expected, but Delilah smiled regardless. Her baby wasn’t a baby anymore. “Thanks. I’m rooting for her as well, at least one Rosewood’s going to make it big one day.” she exclaimed, with a bright smile on her face. A mother could hope, right? “Yeah, I still get them from time to time. It’s not the same, but hey -- the tipping is good and you get to meet all these people.. it’s not so bad.” the blonde explained, “Sounds painful... how many toes survived?” 

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[wrxckings]

/ @dxrosewood