The World was not ready yet here we are

Waking up now as a person and not a protector, I am not all that sure of myself or my steps. The sky is beautiful and Rapture is nowhere to be found. It's too bad Rapture and that suit were all I had to a personality and any familiarity.

[productofprotection]

Ooc: Back to the future with a Reboot!

Delta's personality traits gained from being with other people has been erased and I have fixed his 'About' page to work with the Reboot.

This is gonna be fun!

[a-lost-lamb]

Midnight Details || Eleanor Lamb and Subject Delta

[a-lost-lamb]

Amidst her tears, she felt her body being pressed against her fathers.  Oh, he was so warm.  Despite being an almost silent being, his eyes and actions screamed everything that he ever needed to say to her.  Just like his heart that would forever reach hers in some supernatural manner.  Knowing that, at this moment, she was safe was something she could never say aloud, but knew her father would know.

Burying her face in his chest, she sighed and sobbed a bit.  She couldn’t find her words.  They were beginning to be eaten up by the void she felt.  The void that she created.  From a promise to protect both her father and her father’s best friend.  An icy, endless abyss was sapping away her words and making her cry more.

"I love you so much, Father… I…"  Her voice was broken and scratchy between her sobs.

"I want to stay here forever with you!"  Her loose hold tightened around him, wanting to feel safe again.  To feel whole.  To feel like herself.  Not a lying, deceiving charlatan.  Not to the man that would forever be her world, even if she’d broken her own code of never lying.  She would lean into and embrace all of him, feeling how small she was to her father.  Her once quiet sobs had broken into loud, painful ones. 

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He was quiet still as Eleanor continued to hide in his chest, and though he wished for her tears to stop they seemed to only grow louder as she spoke. Again and again he ran his hand up and down along her spine and up into her soft hair in the hopes her tears would subside.

"I love you too Eleanor." He muttered, hushing her softly, keeping his voice just low enough for her to hear. "We will never be separated again." He held her closer as he promised her this, waiting between her hitches and sobs.

"I promise I will never let that happen ever again." His hand stopped to rest in her soft dark hair, resting his chin for a moment atop her head as well. "Never again, we will stay together forever, okay?"

[a-lost-lamb]

We will never be separated again.  I promise I will never let that happen ever again.  Her father’s voice had to be the most soothing thing on the planet.  Listening to him breathing and his heart, she could lose herself.  Just be free in all her thoughts and emotions.  Nothing could hurt her when she was with her father.  Not even if she herself was crying right now because she thought she hurt him.  He was her gentle giant, her protector and savior.

"F-Father…  Thank you.  I-I missed you so much."  She pulled back a bit, to look into his eyes, needing to say something.  Even if it would hurt her, she would say it.  It had to be done.

"I…  I know the old me hurt you, Father.  I know she did.  Please…  When I say this, it’s from us both, but especially from her.  I am so sorry.  I…  I never wanted to hurt you.  Never.”  And with that, she was back to hugging him tightly.  To keep him close.  To listen to his heart beat.  Strangely enough, their heartbeats sounded in sync.  She wasn’t surprised.  They were bonded for life.  A broken smile crept up her face, at the thought of always have someone close to her.

"I love you."  She couldn’t stop saying it.  It was the most amazing thing to say, particularly to this man.  And she wouldn’t ever stop saying it to him.  Not tonight…

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Delta felt his heart clench and he held Eleanor just a bit closer at the mention of the 'other' her. He did not know why, but to hear that she did not hate him, that she had not meant for things to turn out this way, he felt both happy and saddened.

"Eleanor..." He held his hand on her head and could feel her heart flutter gently against his own. "Thank you." The former protector's voice was soft and low, meant only for the girl he protected and loved. "That means a lot." He could never say how much or come close to showing it in a physical form, but to hear her say that meant more than anything.

"I love you too Eleanor, and I will never be able to say just how much." And yet he was fine with that so long as she knew that he cared more than he could begin to explain.

[atlassshrugged-deactivated20131]

Absense Makes the Heart Grow Gayer || Delta & Atlas

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atlassshrugged:

He was happy, which was why he found his actions strange. He was happy to have his charge back and know that she was safe beneath the same roof and to know he could protect her. This knowledge alone was enough to ease his sleep and smooth out his anxiety.

So why could he not fall asleep?

Why was he still kept awake by running thoughts? Even after a day of work he still felt some sort of tug in his limbs but a tiredness in the back of his mind. He also felt lonely, not lonely in the sense he had not seen anyone, but that recently he found less and less time to visit an… important person.

It was this feeling of loneliness that had him out at this time of night, and how Delta found himself surprised by a sudden downpour of rain that he had no time to react to and was thoroughly soaked by the time he reached the airship and reached out, knocking twice.

[atlassshrugged-deactivated20131]

Atlas opened the door without a gun hiding behind his spine, without a tensed fist or even the slightest notion of a threat, which was strange, because why wouldn’t he? The heavy door swung open, yearning against the tinny sprinkle of rain against it’s corrugated aluminum. He blinked. "Delta?" Suprise wrought his voice as he gazed the giant, soaking man, who for being so calm, careful, and unoffensive, was appearing to Atlas in a very wild and irrational way. "Y-Your wet-" He blanched, stupidly. Atlas had to resist hitting his hand over his forehead. How long had it been? Two weeks? More? He hadn’t ever wanted to ponder, due to the small ache that blossomed in his chest at the recongization that Delta had, happly so, moved on. Atlas wanted to tell him to come in, he wanted to shelter Delta from the rain, from this sudden unfamiliar presence in the man he’d come to want.  But he was caught in the absurdity of the moment, the dark and undefined beauty of it, too. And so the man’s mouth was left gaping at Delta, eyes wide, standing still.

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Beads of water clung to his hair and dropped onto his face and shoulders and obscured his vision slightly, and yet Atlas's presence alone was quite comforting. For a moment he didn't even notice the rain, and only the person in front of him.

"Y-Your wet-"

On cue a droplet fell from his chin and he was reminded that he still stood in the steady stream of soft raindrops. He ran a hand up to his face to wipe the water away. "Oh, yeah." His eyes fell for a moment to the ground, watching drops splash into puddles. "I got caught in it."

When he returned his gaze he saw Atlas simply staring at him and raised his brow slightly. "I'm sorry if I woke you up." He doubted the Irishman had been awake- not everyone had the terrible sleeping schedule he had.

[aesart]

Delta gets a flower crown.

Okay it’s actually dead butterflies and leaves

But he loves it anyway

[artzzombi]

For you, I’d wait forever…

[digitalfrontiers]

[a-lost-lamb]

Midnight Details || Eleanor Lamb and Subject Delta

[productofprotection]

It was painful to see her bottle up her emotion like this, enough to the point he felt a sort of physical pain when her body shook. Tears came next and her voice was choked out by a sadness and source of stress he could not place.

He reached a hand out and pulled the girl close enough to hide against his chest and be tucked away from whatever it was that was causing her such pain. “Eleanor.” He muttered her name out just loud enough for the girl to hear as he ran his hand through the girl’s soft hair. It was at these moments he wondered if he was doing the right thing. He worried for Eleanor far too much and worried if he could not provide such happiness that the girl deserved because he had never had to care for his own daughter before.

"Eleanor, you haven’t hurt me…" He whispered softly. "And you don’t have to lie to me, you don’t have to protect me." A slight smile crossed his face though it did not come close to reaching his eyes as his hand ran down her back again. "That’s supposed to be my job."

[a-lost-lamb]

Amidst her tears, she felt her body being pressed against her fathers.  Oh, he was so warm.  Despite being an almost silent being, his eyes and actions screamed everything that he ever needed to say to her.  Just like his heart that would forever reach hers in some supernatural manner.  Knowing that, at this moment, she was safe was something she could never say aloud, but knew her father would know.

Burying her face in his chest, she sighed and sobbed a bit.  She couldn’t find her words.  They were beginning to be eaten up by the void she felt.  The void that she created.  From a promise to protect both her father and her father’s best friend.  An icy, endless abyss was sapping away her words and making her cry more.

"I love you so much, Father… I…"  Her voice was broken and scratchy between her sobs.

"I want to stay here forever with you!"  Her loose hold tightened around him, wanting to feel safe again.  To feel whole.  To feel like herself.  Not a lying, deceiving charlatan.  Not to the man that would forever be her world, even if she’d broken her own code of never lying.  She would lean into and embrace all of him, feeling how small she was to her father.  Her once quiet sobs had broken into loud, painful ones. 

[productofprotection]

He was quiet still as Eleanor continued to hide in his chest, and though he wished for her tears to stop they seemed to only grow louder as she spoke. Again and again he ran his hand up and down along her spine and up into her soft hair in the hopes her tears would subside.

"I love you too Eleanor." He muttered, hushing her softly, keeping his voice just low enough for her to hear. "We will never be separated again." He held her closer as he promised her this, waiting between her hitches and sobs.

"I promise I will never let that happen ever again." His hand stopped to rest in her soft dark hair, resting his chin for a moment atop her head as well. "Never again, we will stay together forever, okay?"

[sinclairssolutions]

Lies and Laughter || Augustus Sinclair and Subject Delta

[productofprotection]

Delta chuckled lightly again at Sinclair’s words and the grin plastered across his face. He let his hand fall from his neck as his embarrassment faded and silence took over the moment. For most perhaps such a silence would be odd, and yet Delta took this silence to enjoy the calm of simply sitting with his friend, none of them in any immediate danger.

The former protector blinked, shifting slightly as Sinclair addressed him and cleared his throat. He was then asked what it would take for him to hate his good friend. Sinclair was more than a friend, he was an ally, the reason Eleanor survived and was able to see the surface.

He furrowed his brows at the question, instantly on edge by such a shift in the conversation. “Nothing probably.” A slightly concerned frown appeared on his features. “Why?”

[sinclairssolutions]

The atmosphere in the room took a brisk turn and his eyes darted for the door. It was Sinclair’s first instinct to escape or lie his way out of a situation that was going south - and since he couldn’t bring himself to spit out another deception at the moment, he figured it was time to leave soon.

Nothing probably. Why?

"Nothing?" He said, mostly to himself, once again shifting in a discomfited way on the couch. "What if I did something having to do with some you cared about? Like Atlas or Eleanor? Not sayin’ I did, just … for sake of scenario."

And he never would’ve thought it to be possible - but Sinclair’s face flushed red. Over a girl. Probably because he sat in the presence of her father. And he suddenly felt like a guilty teenager back in prep school.

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Delta's gaze did not waver from Sinclair, face showing more confusion now as his friend continued with the odd questions. "You already did do something to Atlas and I forgave you for that." The former protector shifted, remembering how angry he had been with Sinclair though he had never hated the man.

He could see how uncomfortable Sinclair was even bringing this 'scenario' up, which only deepened Delta's curiosity and distrust in how hypothetical this situation was. And it was at these accusations in his mind that slowly he felt his anger burn deep in his mind at the idea of his friend hiding something from him.

"Why are you asking me these things Sinclair?" His voice became firm as his eyes hardened to watch every move the man made.

[a-lost-lamb]

Midnight Details || Eleanor Lamb and Subject Delta

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As he took a sip of his drink his blue eyes rested over the rim of the glass to watch Eleanor as she spoke. Her voice was wavering lightly and stuttering. Delta had come to notice this as nervousness and with anyone else he would be tempted to ask them the reason for this nervousness, with Eleanor he did not ever wish to push her. Eleanor had all the reason to be slightly nervous, never seeing the surface beforehand was only one of the many reasons to put someone on edge.

Still, it hurt to hear her voice break and to see those nervous movements secretly conveyed. The former protector set his drink down, feeling a soft hand against his rough one. It was calming to have such contact with Eleanor in a way he could never describe. It was just comforting to know that she was warm and alive, breathing and happy near him.

"I’ll be heading to sleep soon." Or rather he was going to attempt to sleep and get broken sleep for a while before he eventually falls out into real sleep. He wanted to speak with Eleanor over one of the worries keeping him awake, though he figured her just waking up and he being so exhausted would not bode well for a good conversation, especially one over someone could potentially harm any one of them.

[a-lost-lamb]

I’ll be heading to sleep soon.  He had probably been up the bulk of the day and night, she supposed.  She worried that she was keeping him up already, but know she knew she was.  Trying to smile and seem all right for him, she squeezed his hand a bit hard, almost shaking as her grip tightened.

"F-Father…  Can… Can I talk to you?"  Looking away and playing with her hair with her free hand, not once breaking contact from him.  She really needed to be near to him.  His calm expression and eyes soothed her.  Like a light rain fall on still waters that ran deeper than the ocean.  Her father would always be the source of pure peace to her.

"I’m glad to be here with you, Father.  And I’m glad you’ve taking me in.  I’m sure Mr. Atlas misses you, though."  Her mind was wandering away from her true purpose.  She was beyond terrified to speak to him.  The words were pounding in her mind, screaming at her.  It was so loud, she couldn’t feel herself shake almost violently.

"Father…  No matter what, I…  I will always love you.  And if I’ve lied or hurt you, know that I did so to protect you.”  Tears began to fall, her voice more or less squeaked.  It was a broken, almost hopeless squeak, but she needed her father more than anyone else in the world right now.  No man or woman on the face of the planet right now could understand her better.  Now…  All she could hope for was to really not hurt him.

[productofprotection]

It was painful to see her bottle up her emotion like this, enough to the point he felt a sort of physical pain when her body shook. Tears came next and her voice was choked out by a sadness and source of stress he could not place.

He reached a hand out and pulled the girl close enough to hide against his chest and be tucked away from whatever it was that was causing her such pain. "Eleanor." He muttered her name out just loud enough for the girl to hear as he ran his hand through the girl's soft hair. It was at these moments he wondered if he was doing the right thing. He worried for Eleanor far too much and worried if he could not provide such happiness that the girl deserved because he had never had to care for his own daughter before.

"Eleanor, you haven't hurt me..." He whispered softly. "And you don't have to lie to me, you don't have to protect me." A slight smile crossed his face though it did not come close to reaching his eyes as his hand ran down her back again. "That's supposed to be my job."

[sinclairssolutions]

Lies and Laughter || Augustus Sinclair and Subject Delta

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His anger was dulled very suddenly by Sinclair’s laughter, and the former protector was slightly taken about with no explanation for this. Needless to say he was taken aback, watching his friend and waiting for a reason behind his laughter.

"He just … fixed me up."

Oh. His anger vanished at those words and he suddenly felt very silly- Sinclair’s laughter and mirthful smirk were not helping. Through his embarrassment he could still smirk at himself (though in his mind he was still slightly mortified).

Delta raised up his scarred hand and ran it through his hair, stopping to scratch at the back of his neck in embarrassment, though the situation had helped to dispel the previous feeling of dread if only just a bit.

"Sorry."

[sinclairssolutions]

His laughing had died down and thus he sat there, smiling in gratification at the sight of his friend reacting. It was endearing, really, to watch such a powerful warrior shift in embarrassment and proceed to play with his hair.

Sorry.

He snickered a little.

"Why look at you, kid. All flustered over a man inappropriately touching your pal; if that ain’t a friend, I don’t know what is." Grinning like an idiot as he took a drink from his flask.

And Sinclair sat in silence for a minute - their moment of easy companionship reminding him that it was not, in fact, easy. The man soared high and free of remorse above a wicked tall pile of deceptions, but this lie would not leave him un-bothered.

"Sport …" He said, sighing and clearing his throat nervously. "What would it take for you to hate me?"

[productofprotection]

Delta chuckled lightly again at Sinclair's words and the grin plastered across his face. He let his hand fall from his neck as his embarrassment faded and silence took over the moment. For most perhaps such a silence would be odd, and yet Delta took this silence to enjoy the calm of simply sitting with his friend, none of them in any immediate danger.

The former protector blinked, shifting slightly as Sinclair addressed him and cleared his throat. He was then asked what it would take for him to hate his good friend. Sinclair was more than a friend, he was an ally, the reason Eleanor survived and was able to see the surface.

He furrowed his brows at the question, instantly on edge by such a shift in the conversation. "Nothing probably." A slightly concerned frown appeared on his features. "Why?"

[productofprotection]

And if he threatened your daughter?

"Eleanor is strong enough to hold her own against any splicer, though she would never need to so long as I am around. Those threats would never come to fruition, but again I would not want to kill another, especially in front of Eleanor."

[a-lost-lamb]

Midnight Details || Eleanor Lamb and Subject Delta

[productofprotection]

The night continued to drag on, it was beginning to grow harder to focus on the words written on the pages, focusing on one spot for a moment before flickering back into reality. This was a signal for most to sleep, for Delta it was a signal that soon his mind would shut down enough for him to fall asleep.

The former protector silently shut the book and placed it on the table in front of him, only just then picking up sounds coming from the kitchen. At first he was curious as to why he had not picked up any sound beforehand, then concerned of who could be in there- the fact he had to worry about Steinman did not help.

Luckily as he rounded the corner to the kitchen he could tell the sound now was coming from Eleanor who had finally woken up after about two days of sleep. Delta had not wanted to interrupt that sleep as he figured she needed it though he was relieved to see her awake and eating.

"It’s fine." He gave a smile to his charge as he passed her line of vision to the fridge for a glass of milk. "Glad to see you’re awake." He took a seat nearby at the table. "Are you feeling better?"

[a-lost-lamb]

As he sat at the table with her, she felt both relieved and burdened at the same time.  Relieved to be here with her father.  Burdened by all the truths she was holding.  All the emotions and pains she held back from him.  Oh, how she wished she and he were telepathically connected.  Anything to keep the words from being spoken.  For them to pour out of her mouth.  For them to cause painful tears.

"A-A bit, Father."  She smiled at him softly, feeling her joy slowly dissipate.  She hurt so much.  It pained her to lie to her father, but she knew she would speak up soon.  Very soon.  But right now, she just wanted to talk to her father.  Reaching out to grab his free hand, she squeezed it gently.  That small gesture made her feel almost weightless in her sea of doubts, worries, and lies.  Smile faded and replaced with a look of worry, she gazed at her father’s hand and then his eyes.

"Why are you up so late, Father?  Couldn’t sleep?" 

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As he took a sip of his drink his blue eyes rested over the rim of the glass to watch Eleanor as she spoke. Her voice was wavering lightly and stuttering. Delta had come to notice this as nervousness and with anyone else he would be tempted to ask them the reason for this nervousness, with Eleanor he did not ever wish to push her. Eleanor had all the reason to be slightly nervous, never seeing the surface beforehand was only one of the many reasons to put someone on edge.

Still, it hurt to hear her voice break and to see those nervous movements secretly conveyed. The former protector set his drink down, feeling a soft hand against his rough one. It was calming to have such contact with Eleanor in a way he could never describe. It was just comforting to know that she was warm and alive, breathing and happy near him.

"I'll be heading to sleep soon." Or rather he was going to attempt to sleep and get broken sleep for a while before he eventually falls out into real sleep. He wanted to speak with Eleanor over one of the worries keeping him awake, though he figured her just waking up and he being so exhausted would not bode well for a good conversation, especially one over someone could potentially harm any one of them.

[productofprotection]

What would you of do if Steinman did break in to your home?

"I've been told he is dangerous, I would be on guard and most likely just incapacitate him, there is no need for killing."

[a-lost-lamb]

Midnight Details || Eleanor Lamb and Subject Delta

Having slept for at least a day on end, Eleanor was getting a bit tired of sleeping.  The comfort of being in your own head could only last so long.  The dreams eventually turning into nightmares.  Waking up sporadically and tossing and turning.  Ever since the incident with Sinclair, Eleanor wasn’t the same.  She felt lackluster and drained.  All the emotions and feelings she had pent up for the man were finally taking their toll on her.

And, just as she promised, she hadn’t told a soul about their affair.  Could it even be called that?  She didn’t want an affair with him.  No, she wanted something much more than that.  However, she nobly took the role of the martyr.  And she took it for James Steinman no less.  A man who she was clearly trying to run from.  The man that gave her back her memories.  Who opened her eyes.  She wanted to be rid of him in all honesty, but trying to find love with such a monstrous person like Sinclair proved to be her undoing.  Now?  She felt estranged from the world.  

Broken, hurt, and alone…  She felt the betrayal to her father the most.  The one man that could do her no wrong.  Her savior.  Her father, be them blood related or not.  She cared so much for the man, it really didn’t matter about blood bonds.  That didn’t take away the fact that Sinclair was best friends with her father.  And now..?  She didn’t know what to say or do.  Deep down, she wanted to tell her father what happened, but that would spoil their friendship.  She didn’t want that.  No, she wanted her father to always have a friend at his side, no matter who it was.  

Of course, she remembered Mr. Atlas too.  She wouldn’t forgot that man.  He was her father’s lover.  And she was very much in love with the idea of her father finding and having his own love.  It made her melt inside to see him so emotional and so loved.  Maybe she could talk to Mr. Atlas again someday…  Talk to him about what happened with her and Sinclair.  Maybe he would have advice for her.  A nod to herself as she was still lying in bed.

Rubbing her dry eyes, she got up, not removing herself from the bed or from under her covers yet.  Ocean eyes searched the dark room, noticing the light from under the door.  Her father must’ve been up still.  It wasn’t unlike him.  He slept and woke as he pleased.  She was the same, she supposed.  Sighing and then yawning, she stretched a bit.  It was still night.  And very late into the night indeed.  Eleanor didn’t mind.  The night was a comfort to her, a time of silence and dreams.  

Figuring she’d best go see her father, she got out of bed, slipping on her slippers.  The floor was cold, but she was famished.  More than a day without eating and sleeping for over a day was going to get to her.  She sleepily made her way to the kitchen to grab something to eat.  Something small.  A comfort food.  Yes, that would be best.  And as she suspected, her father didn’t know how to shop for groceries properly, but she just laughed to herself.  A peanut butter and jelly sandwich was her decision.  Easy and something she had enjoyed for a long time.

Taking her food to the kitchen table, she sat down, enjoying the view of their home.  It was beyond comfy and cozy.  And they were together again.  At long last.  It was a dream come true for them both, she supposed.  Smiling to herself as she ate, she didn’t fail to notice her father’s footsteps into the kitchen.  Still softly smiling, she swallowed quickly.

"Good evening, Father.  S-Sorry, I’m up so late…  It’s good to see you."  She wanted to remain friendly.  This, too, would get ugly in someway.  The truth, however, was needed to be spoken.  And Eleanor would not hide from her father.  Not again.  Not now.  Not ever again.  This was her dream come true and, nothing in this world would ruin it for her.

[productofprotection]

The night continued to drag on, it was beginning to grow harder to focus on the words written on the pages, focusing on one spot for a moment before flickering back into reality. This was a signal for most to sleep, for Delta it was a signal that soon his mind would shut down enough for him to fall asleep.

The former protector silently shut the book and placed it on the table in front of him, only just then picking up sounds coming from the kitchen. At first he was curious as to why he had not picked up any sound beforehand, then concerned of who could be in there- the fact he had to worry about Steinman did not help.

Luckily as he rounded the corner to the kitchen he could tell the sound now was coming from Eleanor who had finally woken up after about two days of sleep. Delta had not wanted to interrupt that sleep as he figured she needed it though he was relieved to see her awake and eating.

"It's fine." He gave a smile to his charge as he passed her line of vision to the fridge for a glass of milk. "Glad to see you're awake." He took a seat nearby at the table. "Are you feeling better?"

[digitalfrontiers]

[shirospaladin-deactivated201702]

Concept art of pre-fall Rapture.

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