#del-walsh

[stevie-adler]

closed with @del-walsh​ the phoenix -

as the last of the drunk customers stumble out into the night cold, stevie finishes ringing up the cash register and her eyes peek to the slumped blackness in the corner of the bar. ‘didn’t you hear? i’m closing up, demon.’ she speaks softly and monotone to one of her regulars, none other than del walsh. ‘you’re drunk, not deaf.’ she adds, closing the register drawer with a swing of her hip as she saunters towards the end of the bar where del is perching. ‘or is this your take me home game that i told you i’m not playing anymore.’

[dimitri-blackwell]

closed with @del-walsh​ ambrosia coffee co -

dimitri knew the chance of seeing one another was slim. it was too late for him to back out of the sale of his new home, no matter how much he wanted to upon learning of lockwood’s one and only del walsh residing there. dimitri thought that early morning coffee visits would give him a fighting chance at avoiding the bad omen, taking up refuge in the window seats to people watch and relax. his watchful eyes see the tall figure he was desperately hoping wouldn’t appear in his life for a while yet. he stares at them, beginning to grin when he notices the same realization begin to fill their emerald eyes as del approaches the coffee shop. 3 2 1...

[stevie-adler]

closed with @del-walsh​ new years eve party - 

returning from a trip to the bathroom, stevie curves around the outskirts of the room back to the bar. while doing so, a glimpse of del’s dark form meets the corner of her eye and she pauses to slowly face her old friend. “i thought i could feel you here.” she grins to the author, reaching out one hand and wiggling her fingers. “you’re not sulking like a baby all evening, darling. come on, me and franks got a bottle we need help with.” she isn’t going to let del introvert into the night, no matter if they kick and scream. she will drag them if she has to.