Desreal: The world will never, ever be the same...

There was no preventing the almost brutal reaction that followed the whispered source of Courage’s wrenched heart. Delilah staggered backwards, her eyes narrowing in confusion, searching between the beautiful eyes of the golden mare almost angrily, for some slight sign that an error had crossed between them. “What?” Her voice was foreign even unto her, slick with a cynicism that she had known idea existed within her. “Who?” She stammered, stepping away from the girl as the last tear soaked beneath the thin soft fur across her cheek. All at once Delilah was caught in savage denial and shaking her face roughly, as the cruel memory of Courage’s words seeped like wicked fingers of malice into her heart. Her eyes darkened as the shining pupils dilated.

At that point, emotion ripped uncontrollably at the sense of her thoughts and rationality, and where once she might have recoiled into a mass of disappointment and quite, Delilah felt incredibly betrayed. At this moment, Courage spoke again- quickly so that Delilah could not truly disclose how this situation crushed her (verbally anyway). Delilah could not believe the words which brazenly flooded like stormwater through her reclining ears. “You?” She accused, still tormented by irreversible confusion… “You don’t blame me?” Delilah turned, from the mare whose eyes were still trained to her own disconcerted stare. She continued right round and stood hunched with her contorted face as far from Fantome’s daughter as she could manage with out simply leaving her there alone.

Delilah knew nothing of any previous children born to her lover and although perhaps the sentiment was enormously selfish and based purely on jealousy, Delilah was resentful. She thought then, wistfully, of a stranger who might even still hold greedily for herself a part of Fantome’s heart and she resented him as well. Delilah did not want to know anything further… “Who was she?” The young bay blurted, and immediately wished she hadn’t. She knew such sullenness was far out of place, and that the thoughts that clambered to take hold of her mind were wrong and selfish. I thought he loved me… Delilah did not turn to see Courage, and for now she could not bare to think that she herself, could possibly have been the villain who shattered a family…

Perhaps, had depression not been holding her so tightly in its grip, this whole scenario might have played very differently.

Delilah
unranked | lightning III + aurora australis | andarin