fantasylesblorbos

[fantasylesblorbos]

masterlist.

1. “fancy seeing you here, gorgeous!” (chapter one.)

2. “that lie rolled off your tongue so quick.” (chapter two.)

3. “i have all the time in the world.” (chapter three.)

4. to be continued . . . (chapter four.)

[fantasylesblorbos]

003.

the outlaw let lily take her hand in hers cautiously, as she awkwardly kept her hand in hers, unsure of what to do and with a light flush on her suntanned face. she furrowed her eyebrows at lily’s words, asking, “the wind? how can it… how can it talk to you?” the outlaw looked at her confused, fingers furling and unfurling in the young woman’s hand. lily instinctively scrunched her nose and threw her head back against the thick branch of the tree they’re currently leaning at. “oh dear!” lily repeated the phrase once more in between her laughter, her free hand reaching out to hold her stomach. “oh, you are such an angel. i know you are! the wind obviously doesn’t talk to me, it’s a figure of speech—a metaphor! ah, how could i not grow fond of you?”

the cowboy flushed further, averting her gaze and hiding her face behind her hand, mumbling, “i ain’t one to read much… i don’t know of all this flowery language…” ‘i went and done made a fool of myself already, oh, what a fool you are, hyde.’ the outlaw gulps, embarrassed at her own stupidity and lack of education, before slowly, tentatively, looking back at lily, and asking, “um, fond of me?”

lily couldn’t help it, she deeply found that response adorable. it was at this moment that lily has decided to stick around with the red haired woman wherever her boots take her. lily’s giggles died down with a smile, now admiring the red haired woman to herself. “who wouldn’t be, gorgeous?” lily smiles brighter as she looks back at the woman, her eyes were locked at the red haired’s two different colored pupils. lily didn’t catch it at first but she noticed her expression; it was subtle, but a visible change. lily brushed the pad of her thumb against red haired’s knuckles to assure her and nods. “a flowery language can be anything you’d like it to be since it sounds pretty. it could be willow, this scenery that we both share, or your name—if you’d tell me.” lily whispers. “i like it, nevertheless. i... i like you.” lily added as she blushed.

the cowboy searched lily’s face carefully, trying to see if she is deceiving her in any sort of way, analyzing every movement in her face. seemingly satisfied with what she sees on the other woman’s face, she turns her head once more, looking onto the main street with a visible flush on her face, mumbling, “no one ever has. liked me, i mean.” a warm gust of wind picks up, gently billowing the cowboy’s poncho and hair behind her. she pauses, then, before whispering, “bailey. bailey hyde.” she turns her head slightly towards lily, watching her from the corner of her eye. “that’s m’ name. an’ i don’t see what you do in me, why you’d like me. i ain’t been nothin’ but secretive with you.”

“makes this whole ‘getting to know each other’ situation worth it, don’t you think?” lily mumbles once more as she raised her index finger and brushed few strands of bailey’s hair away from her face, now smiling proudly at the comfort surrounding them under the sycamore tree. lily admits that she is extremely pleased at the outcome of this spontaneous date. bailey convinces lily that she is secretive, but in the span of an hour she found out where bailey is heading, the name of her horse companion, her current state, and her government name. on top of all that, it seems like lily already has this woman wrapped around her finger with how frequent she catches the red haired’s cheeks turning pink. “right, hyde?” lily’s smile closes her eyes as she tilts her head to the side. “i have all the time in the world.”

bailey sighs, running her hand through her hair and knocking off her cowboy hat in the motion, the discarded hat gently tumbling off her back. ‘what the hell have you gotten yourself into, hyde?’ the outlaw picks up her glass once more, sinking it into the cake and taking a bite, prolonging the time needed for her to think of a proper answer. as she’s carefully munching through a bite, she hums, before saying, “yeah, miss windsor, i guess so. all the time…” bailey chews once more, before swallowing, and saying, “until i die, i s’pose.” she gently nods her head, before putting her hand on her lap. after a while, bailey hums, asking, “is there anythin’ else you’d like to do? i hav’ to find a place to sleep for tonight, and it’s gettin’ quite late…”

“oh, don’t bother!” lily blurted the disapproval out loud as she dusts her skirt and ran on her tippy topes towards bailey, offering her a hand while shaking her head. “you can come to my house! maybe? uh— if you want to? if that’s alright with you? will you? um... what..” lily placed her fingertips on top of her lips as she coos in embarrassment, turning her whole frame away from bailey before lowering her head down. is she doing too much? is she being absurd? would this scare bailey away? “please...” lily asks softly. “who knows what could happen to you out there? please, come home with me.” she added.

bailey’s eyebrows shot up at lily’s eagerness, looking at her and listening to her offer up her home for an outlaw, a stranger to sleep in. not for the first time would she wonder whether lily had any survival instincts at all. bailey gently shook her head, “i understand your concern, lily, but i’m afraid i cannot take your offer. ‘less you’ve got a barn an’ everythin’, i don’t wanna take advantage of you.” she stands up, picking up her discarded hat and holding it between her hands in front of herself, continuing, “but, i will accompany you home, don’t want you bein’ followed or anythin’ of the like… might find a campin’ spot nearby to put you at ease.” bailey then starts packing up some of the things from the picnic, rinsing the glasses with some water from her flask fastened to her hip.

lily puffed her cheeks in genuine sadness. her gaze is now staring at the open distance as she willingly accepts the basket back from bailey’s hands after folding the picnic blanket on her own. “okay...” lily responded with a pout.

bailey swiftly mounts willow, patting the side of the powerful horse’s neck, before turning her attention to the lady and stretching a hand out for her to take, saying with a smile, “don’t give me that look now, we have all th’ time in the world, hmm? ain’t that what you told me?” on a whim, bailey decides to wink at lily, adding, “i’m sure you’ll see me in town soon enough, yeah?” she leans against willow’s neck, hand still outstretched, biceps flexing in the sunlight.

bailey can visibly see lily take a step back with her palm out in the wind, eyes shut closed, face filled with a satisfied look. in lily’s case, she needed to close her eyes in order not to lose her composure. bailey’s arm is flexed and the sun graces her skin like every inch of her is a sculpted by someone who has nothing but adoration for their creation. she took a deep breath before accepting her hands, mounting herself behind the cowgirl who was only a stranger a couple of moments ago, smiling at her as she pointed the direction all the way back to the city before telling bailey more about the street she resides in.

the two women trot through saint denis, with bailey carefully listening to the directions, as well as the stories from the woman behind her. as much as she tries keeping focused, she cannot help but have her hands shaking as she holds willow’s reins, there’s simply something about lily that immediately makes her feel this way. ‘this is quite frustratin’. i ain’t never felt like this before, what the heck did this woman do t’me?’ bailey sneaks a secretive glance backwards towards lily, looking at her from the corner of her eye, before, just as quick as looking at her, she focuses on the road once more. ‘i wonder what this one’s hidin’… been lyin’ this whole time… don’t believe a word she’s sayin’.’

“i’m twenty one, by the way.” lily says as she looks back at bailey the moment the latter turns her head back in the road. “i presume that i’m older than you, am i not?” she smiles sweetly as she continues.

“twenty one… i see.” bailey nods, spurring willow on, before realizing that she’s gotten to the edge of saint denis. she then slows willow to a halt, turning to lily just a bit, to look her in her eyes, before asking, “where to, now, miss windsor?”

“oh, have i not mentioned strawberry earlier?” lily spoke softly as she clutched on the neck of her basket.

bailey’s face immediately fell, looking at lily with open shock on her face, before steeling herself and furrowing her eyebrows, “what.” she grunted, “strawberry?” bailey’s scowl ran deeper, and her accent got even more gruff and noticeable, “what th’ hell are you doin’ here then?”

lily’s eyes immediately watered, her head now lowered down as she brings the basket closer to her stomach. she told herself to get off of willow, she knew she has the strength in her to hop off, but her body completely froze the moment bailey raised her voice, reminding her of home. lily parted her lips to speak, but there wasn’t any voice coming out from her throat, not even a croak.

she has her own reasons, a reason surely everyone wouldn’t understand for it is impulsive, and dangerous. it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try anyway, right? lily thought so, too. perhaps she was going too fast, too ambitious to think that there’s finally someone who genuinely enjoyed the time they shared together, they wouldn’t hesitate to curve the world for her. but no, she assures you that she was only hopeful.

she sat there for a few seconds and engulfed the sudden change in bailey’s face, her foreign tone, and her furrowed eyebrows before deciding to hop off without a word. “i’m sure you wouldn’t like to know.” lily spoke softly towards bailey one last time before bidding her farewell.

bailey watched her in stunned silence, unsure of what she just saw unfold, before shaking her head and practically leaping off willow, taking hold of her reins and walking quickly back to lily. she grabbed her hand, stopping her from walking any further, and she cleared her throat awkwardly before saying, “i would.” bailey tried looking at lily’s face, heartbroken to see the tears welled in her eyes, before adding, “um, i mean, i’d like to know, you could, um. tell me…? on. the way, maybe? if, if you’d like?” the outlaw looked at her full of hope and yet unsure of herself, eyebrows raised as she’s watching lily earnestly. a few passersby look their way, muttering between themselves, but bailey pays them no mind as she keeps her eyes locked on lily.

“no, um.” lily awkwardly chuckles between panicked sobs as she starts wiping the tears in her eyes, afraid of ruining her dress. “i have work to do, hyde. but i’m sure i’ll be seeing you in the town more often soon enough, ‘no?” lily smiles shyly, making sure she pulls her hand gently away from bailey before turning around. “don’t make me wait too long, gorgeous!” lily shouts back as she walks away.

lily closes her eyes as she tries to stabilize her breath, keeping a fist close to her chest in order to not make any scene further.

“wait!” bailey shouted after lily, dropping willow’s reins and walking towards her, but keeping a safe distance away, “come with me, lily, um. i, uh…” bailey scratched the back of her head nervously, “i may have gotten just a few too many supplies, um, for you, and…” her face would flush, just a bit, “they would go bad… i can take you to strawberry, please?”

“i... i don’t know what to say.” lily scrunches her nose in confusion before gripping the neck of her basket tightly. deep down, lily wouldn’t have hesitated to run back in bailey’s warmth and she definitely would figure the rest of it along their way. not wanting to be criticized, lily is now biting her lower lip as she continues to struggle on what she’ll respond to bailey next.

“i guess, you never told me how old you are?” lily turns around as she smiles just like she did earlier under the sycamore tree. her cheeks are pink and so does the tip of her nose, her eyes are glossy, but bailey would still be able to see the lily she knows—or the woman she knows in that moment. “yeah, you haven’t yet.” she added. “oh! um.” bailey looked away from the woman once more, flustered, mumbling, “you may have been right about me bein’ younger… ‘m twenty. freshly turned.” she turned back to the woman, a small smile on her face as she cannot deny how beautiful the woman in front of her looks, her pretty eyes glinting with the last rays of sunshine hitting them perfectly. ‘beautiful…’ bailey stretches her hand out to lily once more, looking hopefully between her and willow.

lily was visibly taken aback at bailey’s response. “twenty? freshly turned, too?” lily placed a hand on top of her swollen lips before chuckling. “too young for me, i’m afraid.”

bailey hummed in thought, before chuckling, and saying, “well, i sure wasn’t too young for you before you knew my age, ain’t that so, miss windsor?”

“oh my.” lily now places the fingertips of her hand on her temples, shaking her head in defeat before smiling once again. “alright, alright! you got me there.”

“i’ll think about it further, hyde. come find me again under the tree tomorrow.” she says as she sways her frame, now calmed down. “and maybe i’ll tell you everything now that we have all the time in the world.”

the outlaw tipped her hat towards the woman, telling her with blushy cheeks, “i’ll be there, i, uh… i hope you’ll be there, too.” bailey reached her hand back behind her, trying to appear cool by grabbing willow’s reins without looking, but she fails at doing so considering willow is further away, and has to do a little jog to stand next to her horse and grab the reins, awkwardly waving lily off.

lily let out a soft chuckle at the sight, resting her head to the left as she waves bailey goodbye.

she fiddles with the pendant of her necklace, releasing a huge deep breath as she takes her big steps. she’s only a few meters away from the brothel now, lily’s quite anxious to think about the crowd she will entertain today. back then, it would be impossible for her to get out behind the curtains. she never liked being touched by men, but something about holding bailey close made her eager to experience that fleeting moment again.

when she entered the cathouse, she didn’t bother to lift up her hat nor greet anyone. she made her way straight into the dressing room along with other women who are busy dolling themselves up, but the moment she found her own vanity, the director held lily’s shoulders and forced her to look back.

“where have you been all this time, lady?” he grunts, aggressively pointing towards the doorway while lily took off her hat. to this, the latter responds, “i was... busy entertaining a possible customer. business, remember? like you always mentioned.” the director gave lily’s response some thought before rolling his eyes, leading lily back outside. “alright, alright. just get on with your business now, will you?”

bailey watched lily go, before turning and patting willow’s side, mumbling, “what the hell have we gotten ourselves into, girl?”

the cowboy mounted her horse, thinking of where to go, and on a whim steering it towards the saint denis saloon, trotting through the streets as the darkness started seeping in. with it came cold, slow winds, twisting through the roads, and letting bailey see her breath in the air. the outlaw shivered, pulling her poncho closer to her body as she urged willow faster down the streets.

once she arrived at the saloon, she took her guns off willow, patting her with a promise of some nice snacks later, before strapping her rifle to her back and pushing open the double doors of the grandiose building. the inside is loud and boisterous, many patrons talking and laughing loudly, to her right a poker game is going terribly wrong with accusatory fingers being pointed between the players, and she can see the piano player eyeing up a woman sitting in front of him.

bailey shakes her head, paying them no mind as she walks up to the clerk, “a whiskey, sir. an’ a room an’ a bath, if you have one.” she says, seating herself on the chairs pushed up against the bar. the barman, a well dressed, young african american man, nods, turning his back to bailey and taking out a whiskey bottle and a glass, pushing the glass in front of the outlaw, “i can do both of these for you, ma’am.” he starts pouring in the liquor, “you’re lucky, someone just left their room. we should have it cleaned for you in 20.”

bailey nods in appreciation, picking up her glass and gulping down the liquor, before wiping the back of her hand against her lips and putting the glass back down. “damn. this is real good. an’ thank you.”

she gets up, walking back outside to willow, starting to brush out her fur, mind replaying the day and the conversation with lily over and over again. she wonders if she had been too harsh with the woman earlier, berates herself over making her cry, and, as she is done brushing willow’s fur out, she offers her horse a sugar cube as compensation, “you did well, girl, take care, now.”

with that, she walks into the saloon once more, patiently waiting on her room on one of the barstools, sipping at a beer this time.

[fantasylesblorbos]

002.

the outlaw runs her hand along willow’s side, walking towards the store. she pulls her hat low, making sure to cover her eyes before turning her head and sneaking a glance behind her, watching the woman retreat with a skip in her step. she watches lily turn the corner, before turning her head back to willow. “she was truly an interestin’ one, wasn’t she, willow?” willow turns her head to look at her owner, nudging her with her snout, at which the outlaw scrunches her nose, “i can’t believe you let ‘er pet you, you traitor, here i thought i was the only one.” the outlaw says, swatting her hand at willow’s muzzle. the horse snorts, continuing on her way to the store, to which the outlaw rolls her eyes, “god have mercy on me.”

she ties willow to a horse post, slinging her rifle and packing it into her saddle, rifling through the saddle bags to find her wallet. once victorious, she pats willow’s side, before walking into the store, poncho swishing in the wind.

inside, cupboard and shelves are full with dry goods, produce, fresh meat, as well as multiple kinds of ointments and even ammunition. ‘it seems this place has everything i could need.’ the outlaw thinks, looking around left and right, before her eyes land on seller, and older man with a big, scraggly black beard with white streaks in it.

“welcome, welcome, here at tusker saint denis we have everything your heart desires. what is it you need?” he asks, voice gruff, leaning his elbows on the counter and his head on his hand. the outlaw raises her eyebrow, before answering, voice lower than usual, “supplies. food for me an’ a horse for five days, you got that?” the man nods, gesturing with his hand toward the shelves, “help yourself.”

the outlaw grunts, starting to pick up basic items, canned food, fresh vegetables for willow, some chocolate, as well as some tea and the necessary ammo for her guns. she puts them all on the counter and the man begins ringing her up, putting the items in a bag.

“you owe me about 156 dollars and fifty cents.”

“very well.” the outlaw nods, pulling out the necessary cash and handing it over, grabbing the bag and leaving wordlessly.

“pleasure doing business with you!” the man calls after her, to which she nods and raises her hand to him in acknowledgment.

the outlaw walks over to willow, placing the newly bought items in the saddlebag, before taking hold of the reins and slipping them over willow’s head, pulling herself up onto the horse’s back. “alright, girl, let’s go.” she pats the side of her neck before urging her forward, spurs gently digging into the horse’s side.

and so the two of them trot through the streets of saint denis once again, headed to the renowned tailor near the centre of the town. the outlaw had seen plenty of people with too much money walking out of the shop, and she had come back everyday the past week to scope out the best time for a pickpocketing mission. today, however, there were hardly people around in the square, especially with the scorching sun beating down anyone in it’s path. she wipes away the sweat forming just under her hat, before sighing and taking hold of willow’s reins, walking over to where the young woman had told her to meet her. ‘wouldn’t hurt to try, at least to see what she has planned. if more people are involved, i can get some good intel on the nobility around here. yeah, that would work.’ the outlaw has a small smile on her face, seemingly satisfied with her cunning plan, but she makes sure to get rid of it as soon as she turned a corner and saw the tree lily was talking about.

lily leans against the trunk of the tree, pulling her summer hat off of her head before she places it on her lap, shutting her eyes closed as she takes a deep sigh after numerous stages of stressful arrangements.

there was saucer for five bagels that is perfectly cut in half. it has a fresh chunk of lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and ham on her left. the second saucer is sitting right next to a pink heart shaped cake that is filled with chocolate chipped cookies, two cabernet glass standing in between her fingertips to make sure it doesn’t break while lily takes a rest. a platter sits on her right with grapes, strawberries, and sliced bananas mixed altogether in the board. as soon as lily arrived, she didn’t hesitate to pull out the picnic blanket from the basket and make sure it doesn’t blow away while it’s sitting neatly on top of the grass. after that, lily spent a few more minutes making sure that it looks appealing as soon as it’s her turn to arrive, only if she has fully decided to come.

the sun was shining beautifully through the leaves, and it was framing lily in all the perfect ways, face, collarbone and hands illuminated. the outlaw leaned herself against the wall of a nearby building, making sure to stay hidden from view, pulling out her journal and quickly drawing a picture in crayons of what she was seeing. ‘she truly is pretty…’ she thought, admiring the finished product on the page, before catching herself and shaking her head, snapping the journal shut and placing it back in her satchel with a blush coating her cheeks. ‘no, no, no. we ain’t doin’ that, not now. focus, bailey.’ the outlaw steeled herself, gaze going back to sharp, jaw set as she pulls willow by the reins, slowly walking towards the young woman. “c’mon girl.”

the outlaw stops just before the square, watching lily, not saying anything.

lily doesn’t know how long she has been sleeping underneath the cool shade, but as soon as she felt herself completely dropping off, her head jerked up and eyes blinking; squinting even, before lowering her head back down. she lets out a soft whine and arched her back to stretch her muscles as she starts to regain her consciousness, not noticing the cowgirl standing almost right in front of her. “hmm.” lily mumbled softly, placing both of her hands on the top of her hat before staying still.

the outlaw chuckled, watching the young woman doze, before taking out a match and lighting a cigarette, putting it in her mouth and taking a long drag. she takes the cigarette between her fingers, thumbs resting under her belt, before clearing her throat pointedly, making it just a bit louder, so that the young woman could hear her.

lily won’t lie, that action made her whole body jolt in fear. she wanted to chuck whatever she can immediately grab within her reach, but as soon as she noticed that it is the same cowgirl from earlier, she held onto her chest and sighed loudly. “you got me there!” lily confessed breathlessly. “i didn’t know you had that kind of playful personality... come take a sit.” lily added as she takes a subtle hop to the side, scooting to give the red haired woman some space to rest within the blanket. “didn’t know you were one to fall asleep that easily.” the woman sits down on the blanket, next to lily, being careful not to sit on her own poncho. she’s got one leg laid out flat while the other is raised, resting her hand that is holding her cigarette upon it. the cowboy hat on top of her head is just a bit further up than lily last remembers, allowing her to see the outlaw’s eyes once again as she is looking at her.

lily giggles at the thought right before she immediately clears her throat. “um, did you get everything you need from the store?” the outlaw nods, taking another drag from her cigarette, “i did. bastard scammed me, but what can i do?” she looks around at the arrangement, before asking, “this looks mighty nice, is anyone else joinin’ us?”

lily’s eyes meets the red haired woman’s gaze, but it didn’t have any glimmer in its pupils. she truly has two different shades of color residing in her eyes and she smiles. yes, she smiles, but there is so much to ponder about what it truly conveys. lily didn’t have enough time to figure the truth out as the other looked away.

“what?” lily exclaimed after hearing the woman’s response. “that’s horrible! did you do anything about it?” she says as her eyebrows furrowed, cheeks puffed up and arms crossed in frustration. the outlaw shook her head, “nothin’ i could do, unfortunately. bastard’s just tryin’ to feed his family.”

her gaze meets lily’s and the corners of her lips tug slightly upward, the motion foreign on her face. the moment is just as quick to leave as it started, she looks away onto the street once more. she fiddles with her bandana, turning it this way and that, trying to calm her nerves. the outlaw knows, realistically, lily can’t hear or see her rapidly beating heart, but you cannot be too sure. ‘don’t make a goddamn fool of yourself this fast, hyde.’

“this is the party, you and i.” lily playfully nudges her arm and smiles. “how many women do you date in a single table, pretty girl?”

willow moves closer to the duo, settling herself down onto the grass next to lily, legs tucked under her. the woman flushes at lily’s comment, pulling her bandana up for a moment to hide her face, eyebrows furrowed, “you truly are somethin’ else. here i thought this would be a proper party an’ it’s just a picnic between me an’ you.” the woman turns to lily, an eyebrow raised, “is this the first time you’ve tried this, or…? that lie rolled off your tongue so quick.”

“lie?” lily’s eyes blinks in confusion, but she honestly felt her heart dropped at how quick the red haired can catch up to her. “why would i lie to you?” she lets out a chuckle to ease the tension, but the woman scoffs, making her feel more uneasy. lily decides to hand the red haired woman her cabernet to take off her mind of her own question, smiling softly as she clings to the neck of her own. “anyway, here’s how you’ll do this,” she says as she takes a scoop out of the heart shaped cake with her glass, its beautiful white ruffle of whipped cream with sliced strawberries and blueberries on top were whisked away as she takes a bite. “giddy up and dig in!”

the outlaw raises an eyebrow at the young woman, before sighing and doing as she is told, taking hold of the glass and digging it gently into the cake. the outlaw hums, holding the glass up to her face and turning it this way and that, before saying, “well, wouldn’t ya look at that… how’d you come up with this?” she turns her head once more to watch the young woman, taking a bite herself from the cake. “‘s that somethin’ fancy folk like you like doin’?”

“that lie rolled off your tongue so quick.” lily says this with a mischievous smile on her face, patiently waiting for the red haired’s reaction before taking another bite, starting to feel some ease despite the tension. “perhaps? we brew teas, we gossip about the recent news in the city and spend the rest of the day oogling, but no.” an amused smile passes over the outlaw’s lips, before taking one last, long drag of her cigarette and snuffing it out, throwing it away. “fiesty one, aren’t you?” she lets the smoke out as she speaks, taking another bite of the cake. “teas, gossip. high end life with no worries, besides what to wear the next day.” the outlaw nods, “sounds fancy enough to me.”

“i don’t do this often and no, i don’t consider myself fancy. my family just moved here, after all.” lily confesses as she tucks her hair behind her ear before looking at the distance. “i just... thought it would be nice to make a picnic on this specific day and hoped for the best on what comes next. i haven’t roam around saint denis by my own yet.” she lies. the outlaw plays with the buckle of her belt, before saying, “well. i guess i can count myself lucky to have ran into you.” her gaze moves away from lily, looking back out into the street. “an’ yes, no major city will be safe for a dashin’ woman like you. damn bastards’ll be on you like hawks.”

“woah! easy there, gorgeous.” lily giggled before pulling out a pouch of tissue from the basket, wiping the smear off of the woman’s knuckle with a paper and purposely wiping a crumb beside the red haired’s lips with the pad of her thumb, feeling accomplished. “continue talking to me that way and i might end up falling for you.” lily wiggles her eyebrows before popping a grape in her mouth. the outlaw gestures with her hand towards the young woman, “now, if you don’t mind me askin’, which family do you belong to? i ain’t been around here a long while, but i’ve heard some whispers here an’ there.”

“if you put it that way, you truly make us sound so fancy.” lily hums. “my father is a mechanical and my mother is a veterinarian, i have seven sisters who are diligently working their butts off while i’m just.... well, you know, i’m here in a date with a pretty woman who barely tells me about herself.”

the woman raises an eyebrow, looking at lily in disbelief, before chuckling and shaking her head, saying, “you truly are somethin’ else… is anythin’ you said so far even true?” the outlaw grabs a strawberry from the top of the cake, popping it into her mouth and chewing thoroughly, before bashfully adding, “‘sides the… date part, i guess…” and looking away from the young woman next to her, towards willow. she nods, though, looking at lily from the corner of her eye, “i understand, though, wantin’ to remain unknown, anonymous.”

“stick around,” lily spoke softly as she reached her slender fingers out to grab a chocolate chip cookie, snapping it in half before smiling shyly, offering the other side to the red haired. “i crumble easily like this cookie—i’m sure it wouldn’t take you too long to find out! i’m friendly, i’m kind, and lovely, i suppose. are you looking for those specific traits in a woman, by any chance?” the outlaw turned to regard lily fully, watching her intently, eyes flitting from her eyes to her outstretched hand, before reaching out herself and gently taking the other half of the cookie.

“i s’pose there ain’t much harm in gettin’ to know you,” she starts, mumbling through her words, raising her head to look into lily’s eyes fully, “though i must warn you, i ain’t a safe person to be around, an’ i ain’t know where the road’s takin’ me next.” the outlaw pulls off her hat, gently placing it next to her on the picnic blanket, “there’s no tellin’ when i’ll be shot an’ left for dead, so don’t get too attached now, hm?” she bites into the cookie, letting the taste linger on her tongue, before continuing, “there ain’t much i’m lookin’ for, just company, i guess…”

“ooh!” lily hums. “a fighter, spontaneous, and—” lily’s eyebrows furrowed in genuine sadness. “don’t be silly!” she says as she playfully smacked the woman’s arm. her hand immediately transformed into a fist, thinking that she might’ve been too comfortable with the cowgirl that made her look back the other with worry. “don’t.... don’t say that, i know you’ll live for another day! maybe teach more fellas out there how to ride a horse like you do when the time has come; giving them canned peaches for their working their asses too hard to be cool like you.”

the outlaw gives lily a sad smile in return, “it’s merely the truth for an outlaw like me, sheriffs don’t much like kind like us no more, an’ money is always a good motivator for any man with a gun.” she hums, looking at the half eaten cake, before shaking her head and furrowing her eyebrows, “this life is all i’ve known, i ain’t made to be helpin’ people. though,” the outlaw looks at lily once more, sad smile on her face again, “it sure as hell would be nice, to have a comfortable life.”

nothing but the soft breeze whirling at the moment in a sunny afternoon keeps the two ladies in company. “do you... do you have a family, sweetheart?” lily asks once more. “or any place to come home to?”

“no,” she says, shaking her head, “parents have been dead an’ buried a long time now, nasty business about 15 years ago, been on my own since then.” the outlaw picks up her hat, placing it onto her head, before speaking once more, “the roads are my home, always.”

“i see, then...” lily coos and whined in genuine devastation. “being an outlaw is no joke, i understand that... i understand how important that mask of yours is now; even though it is truly such a shame.” lily continues to mumble as she placed her elbows on her lap, her chin tucked on top of her palm as she heaves a deep sigh. “how could an angel like you deserve to endure all this burden on your own...” the outlaw knocks her knuckles against lily’s knee affectionately, offering her a small smile, “it’s alright, now, nothin’ for you to worry that pretty head of yours. i’ll be fine, i always have been. an’ i ain’t no angel now, you might be, sure, but not me.” she chuckles humorlessly.

lily’s eyebrows raised in relief the moment she received a light bump on her knee. she looked down to see what it was and hoped for the best, only to find out that it was truly the red haired woman who did it. not the basket or the plates sliding down to the crease of her leg in the picnic cloth, it is the woman who is now smiling towards her, indeed. “are you getting all soft on me now, gorgeous?” lily giggles as she sits back with such poise, now watching the red haired busy herself as she waits for lily’s response. she retracts her hand, fiddling with her fingers in her lap, before asking, “how old are you, if i may ask, lily? an’ why did you invite me here? was it just random? were you gonna have a picnic anyway?”

lily carefully took the woman’s hand and intertwined it with hers as she scoots closer to the cowgirl’s frame, her gaze directed back into the distance as she smiles. “the wind whispered to my bedroom window today and told me that i should go for a walk, told me i needed it. i wouldn’t followed her earlier, but life truly works wonders. maybe the wind knew that you needed it, too.”

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001.

“oh-!”

a petite woman with a short black, wavy, and shoulder length hair froze in her position as the strong gust of wind flew her summer hat, her dazzling jewelry resting on her neck into a different place, and her blue skirt almost showing the most puffy petticoat a man has ever known. her eyebrows furrowed in frustration but she held tight to her lunch basket, afraid of making all the content spill, or at least what’s left of it. she has been embarrassed enough by whoever is riding this horse, she wouldn’t be able to handle another in front of everyone despite not having that much crowd.

the moment the shade from the brim of the young woman’s hat was taken away from her, anyone can visibly see that she’s fair-skinned. her eyes are glimmering with golden glitters in its crease, her lid has a fair shade of yellow, and her cheeks has a light sparkle thanks to her blush. there are several beads of sweat forming on her temples, but she didn’t pay it any mind. she slowly walks up to her fallen accessory, huffing in defeat. as she picks up the hat and dusts each corner of the said accessory, she places it back on her head and looks up at the cowboy rushing back to her direction. “oh my...” was the first phrase that she said upon meeting the other lady.

‘grab some provisions, lie low, don’t get followed, don’t be seen, i got this.’ are the thoughts running through the outlaw’s mind as she urges her horse forward through the winding roads of saint denis. her horse, a big, dark brown shire, trots on happily, hooves clattering against the paved roads, as the red, orange and black poncho the outlaw has on billows in the wind. her black gambler’s hat is low on her face, obscuring her eyes from anyone that would look at her. she has an equally black bandana wrapped around her neck, ready to fully conceal her face if needed. a dark red working shirt with the sleeves rolled up accompanies black riding pants, as well as dark brown leather riding boots. there are leather holsters on both her hips, holding two pistols, held onto by a dark belt, as well as what appears to be a rifle on some sort strapped to her back.

as the young outlaw is riding through the streets, she does her best not to make any eye contact with any passersby, as well as not drawing any attention to herself, heading towards the main shop. as soon as she spots the shop, out of pure excitement, she spurs her horse on faster, whizzing by a person and almost knocking them off their feet. the outlaw turns, seeing that the woman’s hat had flown off due to her horse speeding, and she slows to a halt, jumping off her horse and walking over to the lady. “my apologies, my lady, i didn’t mean to knock your hat off.” said the outlaw apologetically, taking off her own hat to show respect, the outlaw’s red hair shining from the sun, high in the sky. ‘just what i needed,’ she thought, ‘hopefully nothing bad will come out of this.’

the young woman swears her heart skipped a beat with the way the cowgirl hopped off of her horse with such ease, how light her figure moved swiftly, and how much respect she has more than the usual cowboys she meets along the road. “oh my!” the young woman exclaimed as she placed the basket near her rear, offering her free hand towards the other lady with a huge smile, cheeks flushed. she can only hope that she accepts the greeting without any suspicions. “fancy seeing you here, gorgeous! who would’ve thought such a disaster would bring me a great blessing?” she added, adjusting the poise her mother constantly reminds her as she stands, placing both of her hands in her hips before looking around. “where are you off to, if i may ask? you look like you’re in a rush.”

the outlaw’s eyebrows furrow, watching the young lady in confusion, muttering, “gorgeous?” to herself, before snapping out of it and shaking her head, placing her hat back on her head. “now, i ain’t none of that, my lady, jus’ wanted to make sure you’re okay.” she looked the woman up and down, “and you seem to be, at least from what i’m tellin’, so i will be off. to the store.” the outlaw flicks her hat downwards with one of her fingers, before turning back towards her horse.

the young woman blinks, completely baffled at how short the conversation went. her eyebrows furrowed once more, her eyeballs rolling up as if she’s asking the bright sky where she could’ve possibly gone wrong. the wind continues to whirl around the busy road, making the young woman place her basket to her front while fixing the arrangement of her hat. she watches the cowgirl walk away in silence, a lingering pit in her stomach continues to churn.

she couldn’t let it end just like this.

she wouldn’t let it end just like this.

“wait!” the young woman shouted, walking at a faster pace as she follows the red headed cowgirl. “i’m lily, if that helps.” she confessed, her skirt flowing to the side as she stands still once she noticed the other stop on her tracks. her hair also sways perfectly, occasionally showing her yellow and blue orbs. she smiles sincerely, hoping this action doesn’t push the woman away. “i was about to host a party, it just needs one more person to make it official.”

“a party?” she tilts her head, scrunching her nose, “ain’t really my thing, my lady.” the outlaw takes hold of the horse’s reins, before asking, “‘sides, do you always ask strangers to attend your parties?”

lily’s figure hops at the question in shock, her cheeks immediately turning red before lowering her head in embarrassment. did she come across as a stinker? lily fans her steaming face with her free hand, slowly turning her frame towards the distanced cowgirl before nodding, smiling once more. “not— not always! that sounds absurd! i was just hoping i can thank you for stopping by, not a lot of folks like you look back to see if you injured a pretty woman like me.” she chuckled dryly.

“you must be exhausted from travelling with that horse of yours under the scorching heat.” she says as she approaches the mentioned companion, carefully reaching her hand out towards its snout before rubbing the bridge of its nose. the outlaw’s eyebrows scrunch up, turning to look at the woman fully. “i do believe… that i am fine.” the outlaw musters the woman in front of her, looking her up and down, trying to ascertain if she is a threat, and lily can see that she, too, has two different colored eyes, a dark brown and green one, accompanied by some scars strewn about her face, over her bright freckles. ‘no weapons, at least none that i can see… picnic basket, friendly stance… i wonder what her true intentions are.’

“is it a he or a she?” the outlaw watches lily from over her shoulder, green eye peeking out, standing still next to her horse. she raises an eyebrow as the lady starts petting her horse, baffled at her questions, but even more so at the fact that she doesn’t mind being bothered by her all too much. “what’s it matter to you, stranger? however, this is willow. a she.” the outlaw pats the horse’s side as she says so, spurs clanking as she walks over.

“won’t you look at that?” lily added as she sways her frame in adoration while looking at willow.

you could swear that you saw the corners of the outlaw’s lips raise, just for a moment, before she nods, saying, “i see. well, i always make sure when it comes to pretty women.” she fiddles with the bandana around her neck, “an’ yes, willow is beautiful.” lily smiles proudly at the red haired’s response, pushing the handle of her lunch basket before crossing her arms as she examines the cowgirl this time. “do you, now?”

if lily would be honest, she didn’t know the red haired also has two different shades in her pupils. to be fair, the cowgirl rarely raised her head up and whenever she can, she’s always squinting as she looks back at lily. there’s a little braid resting on her shoulder, her lips are chapped, her cheeks are also red but there are numbers of peeled off skin—most likely due to sunburnt. the outlaw raises her head, watching lily for a while, before asking, “where’s your party anyway? anythin’ i should know before comin’?”

‘definitely looks like a rich one, she does… might be able to pick a pocket or two at this party of hers. could be a good opportunity.’

“well... in case you’re down for it, it’s just right across this road, near the biggest tree in saint denis! can’t go wrong with that spot, it has the most beautiful shade during daytime.” lily explains as she points at the distance right after she shields her gaze from the bright sun by the back of her hand. “and if you come with me, you need to tell me a few things or two about who i’m talking to.” lily reaches her hand out towards the hem of the cowgirl’s bandana, twirling it around her slender finger before patting her shoulder. “can’t waste that pretty face just hiding underneath that mask.”

the outlaw flushes as lily does so, taken aback by her boldness and courage. she takes a moment to assess the situation, before saying, voice a little rough, “i do not think it is a good idea for you to know anythin’ about me.” she fiddles with her belt this time, putting her hands at her sides into it, “but i shall accompany you, after i get supplies.”

she pulls her hat lower, still, mumbling, “‘m not pretty.” as she slowly tugs willow along. the outlaw turns and looks over her shoulder at lily, offering her an: “i’ll see you there, then.” before turning fully and heading towards the store.

lily’s smile grows brighter as she watches the cowgirl run along with her pretty horse. lily watched the cowgirl’s braided hair flailing on her back whenever she pulled willow by the reins, and willow... oh, willow. thank goodness, the lovely horse didn’t kick her the moment lily held her. lily couldn’t believe she was that foolish for a moment, let alone be foolish in front of a woman who knows more than lily does when it comes to these tricks.

she was also right, lily shouldn’t place her trust upon pretty girls that easily because even the prettiest girls can be lethal, the cowgirl’s stern voice is evidently a warning. still, lily’s grateful that the woman eventually accepted her offer. it’s been awhile since the barista in the same city kept in touch with her, this cake would go to waste. lily waved her hand sweetly before she turned her frame and proceeded to walk on foot towards the spot.

the woman is clearly not the easiest person to talk to, so lily spent the rest of her time thinking about how she will approach her next time. would it be okay to ask about how her day went? would lily be too much if she told her about how her day went instead? would she be interested if lily told her how she made the pastries? is she going to accept it if lily told her to just take it? would lily end up getting tied in the same tree, the moment they meet again? lily takes a deep breath as she stops on her tracks, just a few inches away from the shade of the tree’s huge branches that sways playfully with the sun rays and the breeze.

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so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though

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sketch

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[about my own oc, who i created] in theory its possible she would say that, but we just dont know for sure

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Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

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thinking about delilah being an aarakocra and deimos who was once a human, now infused with a wolf form thanks to the lycanthropy. both can be easily cast out from a community if the community chose to, but only one was excused.

thinking about delilah being an orphan from a very young age and deimos once had a loving family from a very young age. both can be easily made fun of their circumstances, but only one was excused.

thinking about delilah having everything on a silver platter while deimos has to climb cliff after cliff just to receive an ounce of respect from everyone. thinking about delilah being rash with her emotions, openly disrespectful to her superiors, and willing to fight the force of the world while deimos is composed despite fighting a life within them day by day, a life they didn’t even seem to ask for, but a life that gave them another opportunity to thread carefully.

thinking about delilah slowly turning into a monster and so does deimos, but the difference is the fact that deimos is an actual monster while delilah is a manifestation. the monster within deimos is sewn while delilah was a choice.

in delilah’s eyes, she’s worthy to be disposed of—but in deimos’ eyes, she’s worthy to be cared for.

thinking about delilah not being able to see deimos eye to eye after all the disaster she could possibly create just to be back in their arms, not knowing deimos wouldn’t mind; they never cared in the first place. they will always fall in love with her if they were given a chance to do it all over again.

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Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.

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Sure sure romantic pairings are fine and all. But more people should perhaps consider two characters loving each other to the point of incomprehensibility. To the point that there is no simpler way in english to define or describe it than just to say those characters’ names together, joined eternally by the vague conjunction ‘and’. There’s so many types of love and dependencies and emotions in general thrown in there that you can’t tell what colors they are anymore, they’ve just joined into a giant blobby mess that’s almost black, but when you look closer glistens with more colors than there are names for. Just a thought

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this poem is about being nonbinary.

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people always talk about evil clones like oooh a dark mirror oohh what if you saw what a cruel person you were/are capable of becoming. and well yes but what if you were the evil clone. what if you looked in the mirror and what you saw was so bright it blinded you. what if you had to know exactly how good you could have been.

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“i’m feeling fantastic.” [d.l & d.l]

# deimos lockhart & delilah lonesun, # deililah ! neighbor au, # deililah ! modern au, #deililah ! teen au, # delilah is a loser lesbian, # deimos is really really cool and AS IT SHOULD BE, # their biological parents are all alive and well in this universe, # the lesbians are always hopelessly in love with each other in every universe. 🧡 # no angst! # light smut?

author’s note: arcane’s final act just dropped last saturday and they featured king princess (who always drops a banger!) and it’s been on repeat for a day now. something needs to be written.

sypnosis: deimos lockhart and delilah lonesun are next door neighbors. thanks to delilah’s pastry and her liking to girls, a relationship blossoms in a way they both didn’t expect.

characters: 2K

The moving days are finally over. As Delilah placed her last box on top of the other in her bedroom, waiting to be sorted, she hears her mother call her from downstairs. She tells Delilah that she has to come down immediately and join her in greeting their neighbors since they’re new here in this closed city.

Delilah took a deep breath before she let out a light sigh, silently agreeing to her conditions as she wipes the beads of sweat across her forehead. Just when she thought that today would be her rest day.

She stood in front of the newly bought mirror sitting in the corner of her room, stretching her summer dress out to its original place and flattening the sleeves of her white cardigan. She rushed to sit on top of her mattress as she pulled her heeled sandals under the bed, pushing it against her feet quickly as her nose catches the tasty fragrance of a newly baked banana cake fresh from the oven.

Delilah hopped on the few levels of their stairs, fully revealing herself to her mother who is busy packaging her gift inside the container she made sure that is squeaky clean for the neighbors. They now both set off to lock the front door behind Delilah and walk across the house that is just sitting right in front of theirs.

As Delilah watches her mother knock, she couldn’t help but zone off with the silence as she examined the intricate details of their neighbor’s own entryway.

The color is auburn, it looks too smooth and it was glazed with so much thought. A thick and deep green laurel wreath hangs in the middle, and now the door is open with a brown haired girl greeting them with a smile as they kindly took the cake away from the hands of Delilah’s mother, asking them both to come in as she calls out for their father in their living room.

Delilah and her mother were both greeted with more unknown faces sitting down on their sofa, but her eyes wandered around their hallway in amazement. Delilah’s fingertips meet the edges of their glossy, marbled, white narrow table positioned right before you make your way to the second floor of this fine residence.

“Do you like the design?”

The question chirped right next in Delilah’s ear that caused her to move her head sharply towards the direction of the voice, their eyes widening at the action before they let out a chuckle in response.

“Oh! oh, uh... yeah.” Delilah lied in between her gulps, subconsciously arranging the hem of her skirt once again as she lays her eyes in their blue orbs, eyes blinking slowly before Delilah gave them another nod. “It, uh.... looks classy, I think.”

Delilah wanted to shake her head in embarrassment so hard right now, how could she come up with such lame excuse?

But for some reason, the girl knew immediately that Delilah was nervous with the way she answered. They raised the saucer right in the level of their face as they take another bite on the banana cake that is now sliced in their plate, giving Delilah a warm smile as they continue to bob their head in every chew.

“Do you... do you like it?” Delilah asked as she finally crumples the sleeve of her cardigan.

“Yeah! You guys are a natural. My father would love to have a taste of this.” They said as they pushed their free hand inside the pocket of their pants. “Thank you guys for bringing this here today, by the way. Seems like you just moved here?”

As Delilah watched her mother being invited to take a seat with the rest of the old couples who seems to share the same age including who you presume to be this girl’s father, Delilah finally reciprocated a reassured smile and gave their another nod.

“My name’s Deimos, it’s nice to meet you.” Deimos pulls out their hand to offer her a handshake, but Delilah can feel her hands tremble while her heart continues to thump really hard inside her chest.

Delilah finds it so hard to let out a word escape her lips, even moving an inch on where she’s currently standing. She has never been this close to any girl before—I mean, sure, maybe she stood next to her block mates whenever they would be paired for projects, but she didn’t seem to mind that case because her head was always out of place, or maybe is it because they weren’t facing her at all?

And because Delilah like girls. How long has it been since she acknowledged that she is not like the rest of the others?

A simple tap from a girl is enough to send electric waves straight in Delilah’s nerves, an innocent wrap of their arms around hers immediately makes her feel loved and trusted by them, a quick hi already makes her cheeks go red.

Everything that is currently happening was never a part of anything she envisioned that was going to happen today, but she still tried to be a big guy. Delilah’s warm cheeks and shaky hands are already visible at this point but she figured that she can’t just leave them hanging in the air, she needs to make sure that she’ll leave a good impression with their neighbors once the greetings are done. “You have a beautiful name, Deimos. It’s nice to meet you too!” Delilah cheered with a soft smile before reaching out to hold Deimos’ hands.

“So does yours, lilah. A pretty name for a pretty girl.” Deimos said this with confidence. Their smile grew wider and brighter than it did earlier as they watched Delilah react to them saying her name. Delilah swears she could feel herself blushing harder.

That’s all it took for Delilah to completely lose it, but she had to continue keeping it together to not make things weird. As they continued to talk about what they could possibly like and what Delilah might possibly like with each other to be friends, she couldn’t help but fall further in the hole with every answer that Deimos gives her. With the way the Delilah looks at Deimos; the cupid might’ve shot her heart pretty good and it’s too late to pull her out from the reality. Delilah is already wishing she could be in this moment forever.

As they both took a detour in every corner of Deimos’ house, they both finally made it to the staircase filled with pictures hanging from a thread. Each shot tells a story of how Deimos’ parents met, how they fell in love with each other and moved to this wonderful place they’re both currently standing on, from how they had them, up until today. While Delilah made sure that she was attentively looking in every picture that Deimos just pointed, it was their turn to watch Delilah in awe while she was looking away. They never thought they would meet someone as nervous—yet adorable, a stuttering mess—yet bold, and a silent girl who has the prettiest smile they have ever seen today.

Having visitors over their house was never Deimos’ cup of tea before.

They just arrived at their home when they heard the knock. Deimos was hiding themselves away from the noise, blowing a raspberry on their bottom lip as they made her way towards the front door, visibly exhausted with the thought of their father inviting more that they can cater at the end of the day.

As soon as they twisted the doorknob and opened it, they were taken aback by the girl standing in front of their porch. Her eyes were heavily fixated at the wreath for a moment before she looked at Deimos straight in the eyes, making Deimos shift their gaze towards their companion as they nervously called their dad to welcome them as soon as they ran towards the kitchen to place the cake they absentmindedly took from the woman’s hands in the counter. The girl looked too pretty, Deimos swears they would’ve passed out if they weren’t well collected enough.

With the way Delilah runs her fingertips across the edges of the polaroids, Deimos finds themselves lost in their own thoughts as Delilah’s voice echoes in the distance. “Wow, you had a pixie cut when you were little? And superhero themed caps?” She smiled widely as she carefully tugged the picture out from its paper clip on the wall. Deimos couldn’t help but stifle a laugh once they realized what Delilah was holding. “Okay now, what does that mean?”

“No, no! I’m not laughing because I think it’s funny, alright?” Delilah genuinely admitted. “I am laughing because I think it’s cute—look at you!” To this, Deimos pulls the picture away from her hands and shakes their head in defeat, hoping they could change Delilah’s mind. “Alright, don’t tell me you didn’t have an interesting hairstyle when you were a kid.”

“No, but I had an... interesting experience,” Delilah mumbled as she took a step forward and leaned on her knee to move closer towards Deimos. “I remember myself trying to be a little bit different. I guess? I tried this stupid hairstyle that I seriously thought was going to work.”

“And then?” Deimos asked.

“And then it all got tangled up!” Delilah chuckled, completely oblivious with how mesmerized Deimos is with her. “I was hiding behind this huge door of our cabinet that we had in our classroom, I used to be so tiny that I could fit myself inside so I hid there; I cut a huge chunk of my hair, kicked it underneath, and hoped no one would ever witness the huge section sticking out of my head.”

But Delilah isn’t stupid, she already knows what she’s feeling and so does Deimos. Both of them quietly stood there in the staircase for a few minutes after a few rounds of soft chuckles before Delilah cleared her throat, while Deimos rubbed the back of their neck before smiling shyly.

“Do you wanna... do you wanna check out my room for a little bit?” They asked once again.

As soon as Deimos twisted the door knob of their bedroom as sneaky as they could and then kicked it on the back of their foot as their left hand was perfectly placed on Delilah’s back that carefully made its way underneath the ribbons, but kicking it not too hard as it may cause some creaks, alarming the people in the house that not only they’re here; Delilah’s also here. Despite this worry, Deimos’ blue orbs continues to flutter with all the butterflies flying in their stomach as they unconsciously lean an inch closer towards Delilah every second, leading her further and further to their study desk.

Delilah only looked at Deimos in the eyes with the warmest expression as she wraps her hands on the latter’s nape that fell soon enough as she melts in every kiss that Deimos gives her on her neck. Shuddered whimpers desperately tried to escape her lips while Deimos’ soft, yet warm, gentle kisses progressively goes down into her exposed chest as their unbuttons every section of your cardigan. Delilah tucked Deimos’ hair behind their ear when they reached the bottom section of her belly, just right at the top of Delilah’s safety shorts, heaving a deep sigh as they hold Delilah by her waist before pulling her close to them.

“Are you alright?” Deimos asks this as they both stand in the corner of their room.

In the same area, you can see an old, dusty white telescope standing in the corner. There are two bean bags in pink and green on the bottom, their backpack sitting on top of the first color and your flannel neatly placed on the corner of the other. Delilah is standing near their bed with a huge lamp lit on their bedside table that serves as the only light illuminating Deimos’ room. It is almost dark outside, the skies are painted in indigo blue like the cups holding your bosoms. It is also cold, but it is nothing compared to Deimos’ presence who would be able to keep your warm.

Delilah smiled at Deimos, her hands placed on their shoulders before she nodded. Delilah’s eyes never left the latter’s sweet face as she brushed the pad of her thumb against their defined cheekbone. “Yeah, I am. What about you?”

To this, Deimos smiled back as if they’re getting drunk in every inch of Delilah. “I... I really like you. Is that okay?”

Deimos was visibly surprised seeing Delilah turn their frame around and lead them down to their own bed, watching her sit on top of their lap as Delilah’s hands ran through the buttons of their flannel, but they wouldn’t say they didn’t like it. They placed their respective hands on both of Delilah’s thighs, their smile growing bigger after she leans down to give their soft, pink lips a quick peck before responding.

“Don’t even worry about it.”

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III. master list.

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II. master list.