Who: Samson and Delilah What: A chance meeting after a long break of silence between the two. When: Sunday evening Where: Coffee shop/walk/Samson's place (I'm very uncreative atm with places) Note: Reposted as a favour
Things had been extremely quiet for months, part of Samson knew that was a blessing in disguise. Delilah would only ever make him hope for things he could never have again. It was better this way no matter how much his heart burned for her. She would always bring him destruction and never open up her heart to love. That was the wisdom he gave himself, it was a comfort as he sat at the cafe table outside.
The breeze was soft tonight, not nearly as chilly. His fingers ran across the braille of the book open flat across the table.
"The Lord is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation; this is my God, and I will praise him, my father's God, and I will exalt him."'
At least one person would always love him even if the immortal Delilah would not.
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[info]darkdelilah 2011-12-04 09:32 pm (local) (link) Track This The thing between her and Samson was beyond complicated. Even if her profession didn't make her question the validity of love, she struggled against waves of sheer apathy on a daily basis. She hardly blamed herself for that.
So she ignored Samson as he ignored her and tried not to miss him.
She'd completed some shopping and had gone to stop for coffee when she noticed Samson and while everything said to walk away and just continue this game, she didn't. Her feet carried her to his table, and she lowered her bags. "Still reading that old book?"
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[info]blind_leader 2011-12-04 09:36 pm (local) (link) Track This His hand stopped it's motion across the beaded page, hovering there as he contemplated whether to answer. His eyes were covered by the dark shades that sat perched on his nose, the sun was out, and even without sight, the shapes he could still make out were far more bright without them.
He sat up straight, holding his hand over the page, turning his head in the direction of her voice.
"This book has many voices, things I will never stop believing. He is still there," he raised a finger toward the sky. Even if the world wished him to hate it. "You can't fault me for that can you?"
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[info]darkdelilah 2011-12-04 09:42 pm (local) (link) Track This "Never said I did, although I disagree." She'd always kept her own faith, even if so few did and any who knew her name tended to frown at it. She waited for a few moments before she sat down, keeping her bags close.
Casually she set her hands on the table, like they hadn't spend the past few months ignoring one another and pretending everything was normal. "Been a while."
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[info]blind_leader 2011-12-04 10:25 pm (local) (link) Track This "You always will," he said softly, more of a statement than a reaction to her words. He closed the book, fingering the spine. He felt her close, and yet this distance they'd put between. It was a good thing. To not fool themselves into this backpedaling motion over and over again.
"Finals are this week, I've been busy." His teaching position was only part-time, only on Tuesday's and Thursdays. Sometimes he missed the curator position he'd had in San Francisco. Had coming to New York been just a test to his strength? He felt at times he'd failed and needed to make what decisions he'd made work in his favor. Have God in his favor again.
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[info]darkdelilah 2011-12-04 10:29 pm (local) (link) Track This She shrugged, even though he could not see it. She could not agree to a faith that had used her as an example and erased all of her emotions because of gender. "We'll agree to disagree."
She motioned to a server and got herself a coffee, "so it seems." A part of her did need him around, even though it created an inner conflict within her heart.
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[info]blind_leader 2011-12-04 10:41 pm (local) (link) Track This His head motioned down, crossing one leg over the other as he settled within his seat. He nodded at her compromise, they may never see eye to eye on things. In fact most times it was as if this would always be a doomed relationship, whether it be in friendship or romance.
"And you, you have been busy as well?" he finally took off his shades, eyes squinting to adjust to the dimmer light. It was the afternoon, the sun was starting to fade a little.
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[info]darkdelilah 2011-12-04 10:45 pm (local) (link) Track This She took her coffee cup with a smile, "you don't want to know the answer to that." He didn't agree with her chosen profession and she didn't feel like making a fuss about it. More because it was illegal and he could get her arrested. And she didn't feel like a night in jail.
She glanced to his eyes and looked to her coffee. She had apologized for that. She'd just played a part, and had no diea about the end of it all.
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[info]blind_leader 2011-12-04 10:51 pm (local) (link) Track This He could feel that urge raise inside to be closer to her, to ask her more than he knew he should. He didn't in the end, to save his heart the hurt of knowing that part of her life would never change. He remembered that second he'd thought of giving in to Lucifer and letting him give him what he desired the most. Her love.
"And the rest of your time?" he was jealous, that much was noticeable in the tone of his voice.
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[info]darkdelilah 2011-12-04 10:56 pm (local) (link) Track This She raised an eyebrow, "no force is stopping you from calling me." he hadn't called her to ask her to spend time with him. In the end she always did, even if it was rather unhealthy to do.
"It's calm. I'm redecorating my home a little and spending some time shopping." She liked her life of luxury, the things she could spoil herself with.
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[info]blind_leader 2011-12-04 11:02 pm (local) (link) Track This "I shouldn't," he told her honestly, knuckles knocking against his book. He had every intention of getting up to leave then. Of keeping her at arms length and continuing this life where she was just a memory.
His hand stopped it's agitated motion. Pulling out his wallet he fingered a through the bills, each one folded differently to tell him which bill was which. He pulled out a ten and laid it on the table, standing to leave.
"Will you walk with me?"
He would always ask if the offer was there, and she knew it.
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[info]darkdelilah 2011-12-04 11:06 pm (local) (link) Track This "Hasn't stopped you before," although she didn't mean that in a bad way. He had always called, even though they both knew it was a horrible idea.
She smiled and picked up her mug, glad she'd gotten it to go. "Gladly." she picked up her bags before going to follow him. I was odd how comfortable she felt with him, but of all the people he would know her best.
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[info]blind_leader 2011-12-05 08:37 pm (local) (link) Track This It hadn't stopped him before.
He couldn't help but feel some guilt when she followed, giving him that demure smile as if it only belonged to him. He sat a hand on hers, taking one of the bags from her to carry as he carefully led the way to his apartment.
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[info]darkdelilah 2011-12-05 08:41 pm (local) (link) Track This She let him take the bag and followed him, only half wondering why she kept doing this. Sometimes fate was just a bitch that way. When they arrived she looked around before removing her coat.
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[info]blind_leader 2011-12-06 11:39 am (local) (link) Track This Once inside he took the coat she shrugged off setting it aside where he knew it would be. His place was always laid out in a specific pattern. Anything out of place or in the way could be a fall or a trip to the floor. Samson knew this apartment inside and out, even without his sight he seemed able to glide through without holding his hands out as feelers. He felt the side of the couch with his foot and took a seat, expecting Delilah to follow.
Now there was silence, the lack of anything to say was deafening.