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OOC: trying to explain Delia...
lamorgne: and now I have to explain to Ji WHY Delia's in love with him ( Read more... ) -
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Think I care, Dell?
Somehow, she had left the Bar without losing all her composure. She was crying, oh yes she was crying, but it was a silent, pretty thing with tears sliding down her pale cheeks and eyes not really seeing anything.
I'm not him.This couldn't last, and it didn't once she had made a few meters away from the back door. It wasn't ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Delia's perfume
lamorgne (4:22:01 PM): it's subtle. The kind of perfume that a femme fatale would wear, not a debutante - it's not floral, but seductive. The kind that comes in the red and orange boxes with a silhouette of st basil's and such. Use your imagination. *grins* -
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Delia has a brother. A big brother, snarky and moody and protective and proud and they took care of each other. Just three years apart, and she followed him everywhere until Papa sent him to court and then her to the convent. She fell in with Roger and treason and he fell in the Tusiane war in a charge against their second cousin and smashed his ( Read more... ) -
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[once recovering from the hang-over, Delia had gone to the office again. She wasn't avoiding Josiane, not really, just...other people ( Read more... ) -
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Lilly gave her a key to the office as well as a key to the suite, and this is the key that she uses. Not the key to her room, not that one, but the new key that Lilly gave in exchange for maths and rates and work.
it's all her faultA new key, but it works. And she locks the door to the office behind her, and tries to ignore the instant flare of ( Read more... ) -
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[Her room, their room - Josie opens the door, and Delia steps in as to the beginning of a dance. One step two, spin around with fully, heavy skirts and watch her lover shut the door behind them (not locked, never locked, locked means Delia can't get out, can't breathe[One step two, and Delia curls her arms around Josie's waist and kisses the back ( Read more... ) -
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There really is no logic to your smile ( Read more... ) -
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[George carries her up, up the stairs, up to his room, all the while cradling her like she was something precious, something fragile...
Something broken.]
[the door is shut, but not locked (a good thing, always a good thing, locks mean you can't get out can't escape...) and when the lanky thief places her on the bed, Delia just curls up into a ( Read more... )