THERE’S NOTHING THAT’S MINE. hey, you have me.
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THERE’S NOTHING THAT’S MINE. hey, you have me.
@coeurdechiot && @moonreflected.
( what do you want to do with our f r e e d o m ? )
“ if you don’t stop typing so LOUD, i’m going to divorce you. “ it’s 10am for enki’s sake, and carmilla’s only just gone to bed three hours ago. not the time for delphine to be tapping away at her laptop in their cushy hotel bed. with a groan, the cranky vampire rolls out from between the blankets and pads over to the little coffee machine that came with the room. she pours two mugs, adding a thick red liquid to her own, before sliding delphine’s mug onto the nightstand and returning to bed. ” what are you working on anyway?? i feel like you spend most the day hunched over that screen. “
@coeurdechiot // starter call!!
@coeurdechiot [ cont. ]
“it’s alright; you’re welcome to take your time.” that’s not to say she isn’t impatient, isn’t already itching for an answer. still, delphine is quick to tamp those urges down. this is the first cooperative castor she’s ever met, and pushing him beyond his limits will do neither of them any favors. “is there anything i can do, to help you find the words?”
“C-Can I have my bag back?” Cas wrung his hands and then pointed behind her to where his bag was sitting in the corner. Seeing as he was a Castor, he had forfeited his bag and emptied his pockets, he had only produced a large lint ball from his hoodie pocket and some spare change. Meanwhile the large army-issued knapsack was stuffed full of all sorts of things, including a small knife in a holster. “I have- I have a notepad, I prefer writing...and my cat is in there. He’s friendly, I promise.”
he has felt so LOST. delphine had been an anchor, or rather, a life line. he knows within his heart he would not be here if it wasn’t for her. he would have gotten himself killed. or been the one to pull the trigger. and now he wonders what the point is after all. she’s dead. it should have been him. he should have been the one to take that bullet. he wasn’t there to PROTECT her like he promised he would. and now she’s gone, it’s his fault. his and those neolution assholes. his instinct was the same as when they took ontari. he just wanted to charge them with guns blazing, let himself be killed getting some sort of revenge. but he couldn’t. not when he knew how DISPLEASED and disappointed it would make delphine. she would hate for her to be the reason for such a demise. but it’s hard, doing it her way is hard. and god the loneliness makes it all worse. he is doing what he can, using his skills to track his enemy’s every move. he does whatever the women need him to. but, more often than he likes, he finds himself sitting on his thumbs. nothing to do but let the silence ASSAULT his mind and heart.
this evening is no exception. he has heard nothing from the clones in a while, not that he is surprised. he is TYPICALLY the lowest priority in their chain of information. not unless they need something and he supposes he understands that. but he hates being so isolated, never knowing what is happening until after the fact. he just...well, he hates all of this. his existence is a loathsome one. it hangs heavily upon him as he sits, going over surveillance and data, trying to keep his mind busy when hears the knock. pistol is pocketed in to the back of his jeans as he makes his way to answer. door is barely opened before he halts, eyes wide and filled with disbelief as brows pull together. “ delphine? ” it’s a whisper, a part of him wondering if he’s finally starting to lose his sanity. // @coeurdechiot
“i’m sure you’ll understand any hesitance to trust you fully, delphine,” her poker face is excellent, cultivated over so many years of hiding, and running, and protecting her own. “my family is what’s most important to me, you see, and i can’t risk anything happening to them.”
@coeurdechiot | siobhan & delphine | sc (closed).
@coeurdechiot said: 🎉 also a cheek kiss for bby charlotte Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.
Cosima was, understandably, tucked in bed and fast asleep after a 12 hour workday but Charlotte had insisted on staying up. A little bit of begging, bargaining, and batting her eyelashes worked fairly well. Things like this were easier with Ira but harder with Marion. It was a nice middle ground, a satisfying and not too exhausting victory complete with snacks and sitting in front of the TV.
When the clock struck a minute to midnight, she snuggled up even closer to Auntie Delphine, her eyes focused on the blurry TV in front of her. She was a bit delirious from lack of sleep but there was a moment of clarity when the ball dropped and she felt Delphine press a kiss to her cheek. She returned the kiss on the opposite cheek.
“Happy new year!” She giggled and sat up a little before dropping herself onto Delphine’s lap. Like a little cat, she stretched and rolled onto her back with a satisfied grin on her face. “Why do people kiss each other at midnight? Is it a European thing?”
♡ wow, who knew???
whomst has a crush on mags || @coeurdechiot
this is brand !! new !! information !!
@coeurdechiot sent: "this isn't your fight. you protected me, it's my turn to protect you."
it hasn’t gotten any easier. accepting help has not been something she has learned to receive without resistance. the tragedies in her life started long before tantalus. and they remained even after its demise. it’s why she finds herself so eager to step into these roles. to seek out ways to prevent others from knowing the same suffering. to be a protector rather than that wounded, broken little bird. and with delphine, she feels even less inclined to risk potential dangers. magnolia shakes her head, stubborn as ever. she reaches out and takes a firm grasp of the other woman’s hand. she cannot help but insist ❝ any. fight. yours? mine too. ❞