Lay her down to rest in your bloodstained party dress... Date: 9/29/13 Time: Early morning (immediately after this) Location: Delilah's townhome Characters: John Irvine, Marcus Fallon, Delilah Capello, Daphne Capello, Dorian Capello (and a partridge in a pear tree) Description: Bloody Pally makes for a stressful way to start the day Status: Private, in progress.
By the time they pulled up to the house, her eyes had cracked open. Barely. And through the haze she saw the last possible place that she had wanted to see.
"Son of a bitch..." she grumbled, her teeth grinding together. "I'm gonna~" Stopped mid sentence as a cough came on, the sound was more gargled and pained than anything, blood mixing with saliva in her throat. Her head turned to face the man driving. John, the witch.
This was the worst possible thing that could have happened, but she didn't have a whole lot of choice but to go with it now. "There are kids..." she mumbled. Nearly dying, the pain, none of it had made her actually cry. But the thought of her siblings seeing her...
Delilah's eyes welled with tears, and immediately she wanted Marcus. She'd kill the fox later for this. Right now, she just wanted the heat from his body against her own. And for him maybe, just maybe, to tell her everything would be okay.