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Aiden: I really wanted coffee so I scrambled together what money I had to go to a corner store, right?
Aiden: I JUST SAW THE HOTTEST GUY COME OUT AND IDK WHAT TO DO HELP
Delilah: If you accidentally send a text to me one more time, I'll sue.
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Why? || Aiden & Delilah
“I guess I’m just born with it,” Delilah joined the guy she had just met that night in his laugh as she threw her third consecutive skittle into the plastic cup that lay on the table opposite them. Dangling her legs over the edge of the kitchen bench where the boy had leant against, she took a swig of the beer he had poured into her cup earlier that night and huffed a laugh at his failed attempt to copy her throwing technique. “Tom Brady, is that you?” her comment caused him to laugh again, “pathetic,” she added as she took another sip. The music blared amongst them and Delilah found herself bobbing her head to the beat, a warm buzz erupting within her, giving her a feeling of exuberance. That would be the alcohol, her subconscious spoke. “How are you so good at this?” she smiled at his question, “ Well, you know. Cups and balls, cupping balls, it’s just my thing, you know?” She smirked into her cup as he choked on his drink at the dirty remark. Turning towards the main area where everyone was dancing along to the music, she caught sight of a small group dancing in the distance, their faces obscured by the dim lighting. She involuntarily let out a small laugh as she watched the group dance a little too confidently for their own good. Me after two more drinks, she thought to herself. Her expression hardened as a coloured party light fell upon one of their faces- Aiden. She scowled.
Snapping out of her hostile thoughts, she turned back to the boy beside her, swiftly catching the skittle he had thrown from the air before them and popped it into her mouth, giving him a playful smile before sliding onto the floor. “I’m getting another drink, if I see that you haven’t improved that throw by the time I’m done, I’m just not even going to bother coming back,” she laughed with him before turning to head towards the table where all of the drinks had been set.
real footage of me during a job interview
At It Again || Kiran & Delilah
delilah.
Delilah tapped her nails against the bar bench, keeping in beat with the music blaring behind her. She locked eyes with an older man across from her who winked and took a swig of his beer. Maybe an extra drink would have been a good idea, or even just tequila, she thought. She studied the club around her, how she managed to get in without an ID was beyond her, she decided that she liked the atmosphere, though- no responsibility, no worries, everyone was simply in this moment together. The fact that this practically reflected what her life had suddenly become amused her. Scanning the club, she smirked at the group of girls who were clearly over drunk and way too confident in their dancing than they should have been. Her gaze slowed as it found Kiran and her stare lingered upon him for a moment before she retreated her stare back towards the bar.
“Hey! I’ve been wondering where you walked off to,” the voice was one she had grown to remember, it had been following her for the past twenty minutes, after all. She sighed to herself as he continued, “one moment I’m telling you about my hockey contract and the next, you’re walking away from me,” she could barely hear him over the loud music and her lack of desire to listen to him. “Oh, did I? I didn’t even realise. My apologies, my legs have a mind of their own sometimes,” her intention of hinting her disinterest was proving feeble as he laughed at her sarcasm. “So… what do you do for work?” She leant over the bar, searching for the bartender she had ordered from, she hated small talk. “Um, I… run,” she scrunched her face at her stupid answer, why didn’t she say something more simple which didn’t scream for an explanation. “Oh, so you’re an athlete?” he looked at her with interest. “Uh…” she raised her eyebrows at the spontaneity of the situation, ”yeah, sure.” Well that turned out better than expected, her subconscious spoke. Fetching a ringing phone from his pocket, he looked at her, “I have to take this, I’m sorry. I’ll be back, stay put and tell your legs to behave themselves.” She found the comment amusing and gave an animated laugh as he walked off, perhaps the guy wasn’t as bland as she thought. She was snapped out of her thoughts as the glass of cider she had ordered was placed before her, accompanied by a piece of paper and a pen. She stared up at the man in curiosity. “It’s free if I can get your number.” She opened her mouth before closing it again, staring at him blankly for a moment before giving him a mocking smile as she wrote Oliver’s number across the paper- the only number she knew by heart. On that note, she grabbed her drink and began to walk back into the crowd as she took a sip of the cider.
❝ who was the guy that was chattin’ you up at the bar ? he looked like a total fucking knobhead. ❞ perhaps that wasn’t the best way to start a conversation with his former lover, however, kiran’s far too intoxicated to care ; if the concoction in his stomach didn’t mainly consist of vodka and oxycontin, then there’d be a good chance that he’d be able to remain somewhat civil around the other, but that wasn’t the case tonight. instead, he moves himself in front of the female to block her path, brows raising as the corner of his lips twisted upwards into a small grin. ❝ was that too straightforward ? i feel like i should’ve probably said hi first… that would’ve been a great idea ––– hi delilah ! anyway, getting back to what i was saying, he looked like a bloody creep, seriously. i mean, did you see his fucking hair ? i’ve got low standards and even i wouldn’t touch that thing with a STICK ! ❞
if it isn’t obvious already, he’s somewhat jealous. that shouldn’t come as a huge surprise, though ; it’s always been a huge weakness of his. ❝ and i know it’s not any of my business, but fuck, why waste your time talking with a five when you could be talking to a ten ? ❞ he’ll proceed to point at himself before stumbling forward a few steps, giggling away like a child who’d just heard the word ‘sex’ for the first time –––– this part… this isn’t how he normally behaves ; it’s definitely just the toxic substances rushing quickly to his head. ❝ wait, i’m a ten, right ? i’ll move out of your way if you confirm this for me. ❞
She almost choked on her drink as she was forced to halt in her tracks, taking a step away from the drink she was holding before her face in an effort to prevent it from spilling onto her. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked to see who the culprit was, rolling her eyes at the sight of Kiran. His expressions were exaggerated, his posture sloppy and his words were slurred- she concluded that he was probably too drunk to function at this point and decided, as much as she would have liked to argue with him over the many things she was still dying to attack him with, drunk Kiran was always too confident for his own good and a brawl in the middle of a club was not her idea of a good night out. “Oh, hi Kiran. Didn’t realise you were here, I’ve been too infatuated with that guy. My bad,” her tone was harsh as she stared at him. “Well, look at you,” she smirked, gesturing to his whole, “you’re looking quite … put together, tonight, aren’t you?” She could feel the familiar fury that always managed to erupt whenever the two would cross paths. “You’re not jealous, are you? I hope you’re not forgetting that you’re the one who cheated?” her stare pierced into him as she continued, “so I don’t see why you would have a problem with anyone that I decide to talk to, after all, and correct me if I’m wrong, I’m not even good enough for your low standards.”
His last few questions caught her off guard and her expression softened for a moment as she looked into the eyes she had fallen for years ago, was there still a part of him that wanted her back? She stared at him for a moment, deciding whether to answer him. As much as she wanted to, she knew that it was no use, that she was overanalysing the situation and that there was no way she was giving him any sense of reassurance at this point. She began to backtrack back out of the crowd and towards the front of the bar as she spoke. ”And I’m sorry, I came here for a fun night out, I wasn’t aware that I had signed up to an interrogation. If I wanted to be interrogated, Kiran, I would have committed a murder. Yours, preferably.”
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mssg. → everyone.
elora: help !!
elora: i just saw a naked man running down the streets
elora: and he almost bumped into me
elora: that was too much for my innocent eyes
elora: i need to get out of this city
Delilah: How majestic
Delilah: You should have joined him
At It Again || Kiran & Delilah
Delilah tapped her nails against the bar bench, keeping in beat with the music blaring behind her. She locked eyes with an older man across from her who winked and took a swig of his beer. Maybe an extra drink would have been a good idea, or even just tequila, she thought. She studied the club around her, how she managed to get in without an ID was beyond her, she decided that she liked the atmosphere, though- no responsibility, no worries, everyone was simply in this moment together. The fact that this practically reflected what her life had suddenly become amused her. Scanning the club, she smirked at the group of girls who were clearly over drunk and way too confident in their dancing than they should have been. Her gaze slowed as it found Kiran and her stare lingered upon him for a moment before she retreated her stare back towards the bar.
“Hey! I’ve been wondering where you walked off to,” the voice was one she had grown to remember, it had been following her for the past twenty minutes, after all. She sighed to herself as he continued, “one moment I’m telling you about my hockey contract and the next, you’re walking away from me,” she could barely hear him over the loud music and her lack of desire to listen to him. “Oh, did I? I didn’t even realise. My apologies, my legs have a mind of their own sometimes,” her intention of hinting her disinterest was proving feeble as he laughed at her sarcasm. “So... what do you do for work?” She leant over the bar, searching for the bartender she had ordered from, she hated small talk. “Um, I… run,” she scrunched her face at her stupid answer, why didn’t she say something more simple which didn’t scream for an explanation. “Oh, so you’re an athlete?” he looked at her with interest. “Uh...” she raised her eyebrows at the spontaneity of the situation, ”yeah, sure.” Well that turned out better than expected, her subconscious spoke. Fetching a ringing phone from his pocket, he looked at her, “I have to take this, I’m sorry. I’ll be back, stay put and tell your legs to behave themselves.” She found the comment amusing and gave an animated laugh as he walked off, perhaps the guy wasn’t as bland as she thought. She was snapped out of her thoughts as the glass of cider she had ordered was placed before her, accompanied by a piece of paper and a pen. She stared up at the man in curiosity. “It’s free if I can get your number.” She opened her mouth before closing it again, staring at him blankly for a moment before giving him a mocking smile as she wrote Oliver’s number across the paper- the only number she knew by heart. On that note, she grabbed her drink and began to walk back into the crowd as she took a sip of the cider.
“you know we could make some serious money off this face. i mean c’mon i can vouge BETTER than madonna. you take the pictures and i’ll model, that way we’ll have some serious cash in no time.”
“I’ll do it if I get sixty percent of the earnings. Fair deal in my opinion.”
“just so you know, saying calm down doesn’t make me ( or anyone else for that matter ) calm. actually, it makes me even more pissed off.”
“Calm down, would you?”
“do you ever miss home ? or, you know, what life USED to be like ? ”
“Yeah. But at the same time, if I never left, I would have lived my entire life thinking ‘what if’. I think that would have killed me more, to be honest.”
Delilah & Kiran | Moodboard Number 1 "To forgive is to forget and I can’t just forget."
Braden & Delilah | Moodboard Number 2 "I fucking love you. And by love, I mean hate."
Delilah Ainsley | Moodboard Number 3 "You don’t know me. I don’t even know me."
