Delilah and Pyrite dancing together. This came to me in a vision and would not leave my brain until I sketched it out.
Anyways @amostfoolishgold this was the sketch I was talking about. Less of a sketch now lmao, but I'm probably not going to line or color this just cuz it'll take forever. Might digitalize it later though.
@amostfoolishgold this really got away from me. Anyway, the confession scene as promised lmao.
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"Let's go for a walk."
The suggestion came out of nowhere. Pyrite looked over at Delilah, who was staring resolutely out the window. The sun was just starting to dip down towards the horizon, the edges of the sky just starting to turn yellow. It would set soon.
"What?" Pyrite asked, shaking her head in confusion.
"Let's go for a walk," Delilah repeated, turning around to face her friend. The sunlight hit the side of her face, bathing her in a golden glow. Pyrite's heart jumped to her throat. "Before the sun goes down."
Butterflies exploded in Pyrite's stomach at the way she said it, but she did her best to clamp down on it lest she give something away. Delilah stared at her expectantly, waiting for an answer. She swallowed.
"Why?"
"Why not?" Delilah shrugged and grinned. "We've been inside all day. Some fresh air would be good for us." Pyrite remained silent, which Delilah apparently took for hesitation. "We don't have to go far. Let's just walk through the woods for a bit."
"I don't know, D. It's getting late, we might not make it back in time." Not that the dark ever bothered Pyrite. It was more the mobs she was worried about. Delilah frowned, and then her eyes grew wide and shiny, staring into Pyrite's soul. She clasped her hands together.
"...Please?"
Pyrite caved immediately.
"Yeah, okay. Sure." She sighed, and smiled fondly. "Let's go."
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The woods were quiet. Hardly a sound around them except for the occasional bird and the leaves crunching underfoot. It was mid-autumn, and the forest floor was covered in them. Brilliant oranges and reds and yellows surrounded the two witches as they wound through the trees aimlessly.
Pyrite had donned a coat to keep out the evening chill, but Delilah acted as though she weren't affected by it at all. She kept running up ahead, darting in and out of view, laughing like a child all the while. Pyrite giggled along with her, giving chase through the familiar forest in an attempt to keep up.
Pyrite blinked, and suddenly Delilah was gone. She glanced around to see where the other hand disappeared to, narrowing her eyes at the trees suspiciously.
There was a loud crunch from behind her, and Pyrite whirled around just in time to see Delilah launch herself at her with an armful of leaves.
Delilah crashed into Pyrite, throwing her arms over her shoulders to stuff the leaves down the back of Pyrite's shirt. Pyrite let out an indignant "Hey!" as Delilah's shoulders shook from how hard she was laughing and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Their faces were just inches apart. This close, Pyrite could pick out every individual freckle on Delilah's face, and the tiny golden slivers hidden in her eyes.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, loud enough that she was sure Delilah could hear it.
Delilah pulled back, still snickering, and immediately saddled up to Pyrite's side, slipping her hand into the other witch's. Pyrite breathed in sharply, and did her best not to tense at Delilah's closeness. She had done so well keeping this feeling to herself. She would not ruin it now.
"Py?" Delilah asked, resting her head on Pyrite's shoulder. Pyrite swallowed.
"Yeah, D?"
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
Pyrite froze. Her heart plummeted into her stomach and it suddenly seemed much colder than it had been just a few seconds ago. She glanced from side to side, as though there were anyone else Delilah could possibly be talking to.
"What... what do you mean?" She asked, her voice sounding shaky even to her own ears. Delilah frowned, and a foreign yet familiar tranquility settled over Pyrite's heart after a moment, easing her nerves. The feeling that she was about to vomit settled into something more calm.
Glancing down, she could see Delilah's eyes were glowing slightly.
"Can we skip that? The whole... pretending you don't know what I'm talking about part? You know that never works with me." The empathic witch's voice was soft, and her eyes were hooded. They flicked down to Pyrite's lips and then back up. Her face warmed.
"And if I told you I really didn't know what you were talking about?"
"I'd call you a liar. I can feel your reactions to the things I'm saying, you know." Pyrite laughed nervously, but remained resolutely quiet. Delilah huffed, and leaned in even closer, speaking so quietly it was almost inaudible. "Pyrite, I can feel your reactions."
What...?
Oh.
Oh.
Pyrite shoved herself away from Delilah, and covered her face with her hands, mortified.
"Py-"
"I'm an idiot," she moaned.
"You're not an idiot-"
"You knew. This whole time you knew." Pyrite peaked out from between her fingers to glare at Delilah. Delilah winced, but nodded. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I wanted to see if you would confess first," Delilah said, taking a step forward. "On your own terms. I didn't want to force you to admit it if you weren't ready."
"Oh- you-" Pyrite screamed into her hands. She tipped her head back and dragged her hands down her face. "I can't believe this."
Delilah snorted. "Did you seriously never put it together?" She sounded like she was on the verge of losing it.
"Well I assumed that if my best friend knew I was in love with her then she'd say something."
Delilah cackled, doubling over. Pyrite threw her hands up in despair.
"It- it's alright," Delilah managed to get out in between gasps for air. "I- me too, okay?"
That made Pyrite pause and look back down at Delilah, who was still struggling to pull herself back together. "What?"
"I'm in love with you too. I have been for... a while at this point." Delilah's face flushed a deep red, and a hand came up to start playing with the heart pendant around her neck. "I just... didn't know if I should tell you. What with... well, you know how people are about empathic witches."
"But- you know that I've never had a problem with that. Why..."
Delilah just sighed, and started walking towards Pyrite. "I don't know, Py. Old habits just die hard sometimes, okay?" She placed a hand on her shoulder. "Now can we please finish our walk?"
"No, stop. You- you can't do that! You can't just drop that on me and then move on like I haven't been pining over you for the past two months for nothing!" Pyrite stamped her foot, even realizing how childish it made her look. Delilah giggled.
"Then we'll talk about it." She pressed a kiss to Pyrite's cheek, making her brain short circuit and her body melt into the touch. "Later. When we aren't in danger of being caught outside, at night, in the cold, when neither of us have any armor on."
"R-right." Pyrite stuttered, taking in a shuttery breath. Delilah tilted her head to the side, the picture of innocence.
"Are you alright, my dear?" She asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Fine!" Pyrite squeaked, turning away so that she didn't have to look at Delilah anymore when she was looking at her like... like that.
"Good." Delilah grabbed onto her hand, and pulled her away.
So because @amostfoolishgold wrote something for our OCs I wanted to actually give it a go too. So here’s a small little snippet. (Sorry if she’s slightly out of character Py)
The door swung open with a loud bang, and Delilah stormed into the room, collapsing onto a beanbag chair. Pyrite barely glanced up at the disturbance from her seat at the desk, and just kept writing in her grimoire. It was Delilah’s desk, in all technicality, this was her house. But Pyrite found that she spent more time here than she did at her own room at the inn, even when her friend was away or meeting with someone.
Delilah pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself not to scream.
“Pyrite?”
“Yeah, D?”
“Give me the patience not to strangle one of my clients”
That got Pyrite to pause and look over, setting down her pen and closing the book. “Oh boy,” she said, something like amusement playing in her voice. “What happened?”
Delilah didn’t talk about her “clients” often, if at all. Many witches Pyrite knew, in her position, would never be able to stop bragging about being in such close confidence of the future supreme witch, but not her. She knew things about the contestants the cameras would never dare to show, and she never said a word about any of it.
As predicted, Delilah glared at Pyrite, though there was no real heat behind it. “Nuh uh, nice try. Can’t tell you. Doctor-patient confidentiality and all that.”
Pyrite nodded and picked up the pen, accepting the answer. She went back to her book, but kept watching her friend out of the corner of her eye, waiting.
She could never get any specifics out of Delilah, certainly nothing she could pin to one contestant or the other. She was far too professional for that and Pyrite had stopped trying to needle her a long time ago. But… even therapists needed someone to vent to every once in a while.
And sure enough, after another moment of silence, Delilah heaved a giant sigh.
“It’s just… they all have such a hard time letting things go. It’s not that I don’t understand, it took me years to get to where I am today but… it’s just frustrating at times, you know? They don’t seem to want to listen to me at all.”
Pyrite hummed sympathetically.
“I wish they weren’t all so hung up on this competition. Then maybe we could actually make some progress. But nooo, these trials keep getting in the way and making them think it’s the solution to all of their problems. I can only imagine the fallout once one of them actually wins”
“You’ll get through to them.” Eventually. Probably.
Delilah cracked one eye open, grinning. “Is that a prophecy or are you just trying to make me feel better?”
Pyrite thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. “Why can’t it be both?”
Delilah threw her head back and laughed. Her friend grinned back at her.
“thank you for trying, Py. But I can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped. I just… I’m worried about them.”
HC that WC!Pyrite sometimes faints from the force of her visions and the first time Delilah saw this happening she freaked out (/nf just an idea)
OH I LOVE THAT fkdbjsnsksmsk Pyrite and Delilah are having a regular conversation and then Pyrite just spouts a paragraph of nonsense and conks the fuck out and wakes up to a Delilah on the fantasy-phone with the nearest hospital
So headcanon that Delilah is an early bird. As in, rises with the sun kind of early bird. But as soon as the sun goes down, she loses all function.
Meanwhile Pyrite is most definitely a Night Owl. She's basically nocturnal at this point. Mornings are a STRUGGLE when it comes to her.
So basically:
Pyrite: I want to wake up beside you every morning for the rest of my life
Delilah: I get up at 5:30 am
Pyrite: ...I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of my life.
And conversely:
Pyrite: Date someone who will wake you up at 3 am to look at the stars.
Delilah: If anyone, and I mean ANYONE, drags me out of bed at 3 in the morning to look at the sky, they will be removed from my life indefinitely.
(she's lying. She would do anything her gf wanted to do)
Question: Can W!Pyrite see visions of the past or just the future? And can she take other people along with her? It's for a fic.
Oooh I'm going to say both past and future because the visions thing is drawing from the idea of reading someone's stars so it would make sense to have things that already happened be visible
And I'd say she probably can take people with her, it's just not something she does often because it takes quite a bit of extra effort and usually she can just describe things
