she’s nearly certain she’ll go stir-crazy, all cooped up in this damn house. delphine hasn’t left, not even once, since the day she came to say her goodbyes to cosima. she had finally broken down that night, the sight of her lover proving one too much to leave behind forever. in the end, she hadn’t been strong enough to walk headlong into her death alone; she had failed her final act to protect the leda sisters.
yet somehow, she finds herself drawn further into the fold than ever before. for the first time that delphine can remember, it was without hesitation that their circle had closed around her, hiding her away at siobhan’s. it’s about as far out of dyad’s reach as any of them could really hope to go. they’d find her eventually, of course, they always do -- but that’s what helena’s here for.
helena, the clone-killer. helena, the pregnant clone. helena, who has barely left delphine’s side since she first volunteered to be there. it had been awkward, at first, a thick and heavy silence constantly lingering that delphine never quite knew how to fill. that hasn’t changed, not entirely, but delphine is observant. she’s started to take note of the woman’s quirks, her likes and dislikes -- of which includes a nearly inhuman hankering for sweets. and with nothing else to do... well, it hadn’t been hard to get back into the kitchen she spent so much of her childhood in.
“sarah, euh -- she told me you like sweets, yes?” a white lie, really, far easier to explain than just how closely she’s been watching her protector is. delphine bites down on her lip, suddenly uncertain; of all of cosima’s sisters, helena is the one she still knows the least about, despite their time together. the white whale, aldous had once called her, unpredictable and violent, but... delphine knows there’s more to the woman than that. she’s already seen it herself, these past few weeks. so she only takes one more deep breath before offering up the plate in her hands, filled to the brim with still-warm custard tarts. “i, euh, lately i’ve begun baking again, since we’ve been stuck in here, and i... i made these for you.” // @kopiya
