InsaneJournal

Who: Samson and Delilah
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Samson's home
Warning: Some language, mentions of sexuality, TBD
Note: Reposted as a favour



Delilah knew, deep down inside herself, she shouldn't be doing this. Each week she set one day aside and came to Samson like clockwork and let him take her in his arms and pretend they were normal. Like she wasn't the betrayer to his tale. Like she wasn't the one who had sold him out.

She took time out of her duty to see a man she didn't even know what she felt for. And Delilah loved her job, loved her sacred duty. All of the Christians and hebrews may pull up noses and claim she was a harlot, and she was, but she was doing it out of Faith. She prayed on her knees just as much as they did, only differently.

Now again she'd come to Samson and pretended not to be Delilah, the harlot. She pretended to be just a girl being loved by a man who had once struggled with the Devil himself to gain her. And that had been recent too. How many men did she know, willing to give up their souls for her? Only him, he who could still pick her up like she was nothing.

With a sigh she wrapped the blanket closer around herself. He was the only one who knew how to kiss her just right, how to give her pleasure. She'd never tell him this, of course, but he was her weakness. She should cut herself off him again, like she'd cut his hair so long ago, but she couldn't. They'd do this dance for the rest of eternity, and she knew that she couldn't make herself stop it.

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[info]blind_leader
2011-08-04 12:30 am (local) (link) Track This
It was a trap he kept pulling himself into every time he opened that door and let her in. He could say no. He could shut the door. He could cast her away.

The simple fact was he couldn't. He was weak against her, and no matter how many times he prayed he could never release the hope that she'd one day come to him and only him. That she would see the error of her ways and be one man's, one God's and not what she thought herself to be.

On the days that she came it seemed she let go and was just herself, and for that reason Samson opened the door again and again. His life had become no less complicated because of it and in a way he branded himself with his own scarlet letter. He had no one to blame but himself, and he was losing his closeness with his maker because of it.

His hand trailed against her soft skin as her back lay to him. He could never see it, only feel. In that sense it was just as familiar as it was new each night. His lips followed the same trail, softly kissing her shoulder.

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[info]darkdelilah
2011-08-04 12:39 am (local) (link) Track This
Sometimes she wondered if this was happiness. If she could have had this before. All she would have needed to do was not cut his hair. She didn't think she could love, nor that he could love who she really was. Her job wasn't just duty for her. It was her way of worship, how she dedicated herself to her own goddess. Even if she could surrender everything else, that she couldn't. Nor wouldn't. Not even for him.

She felt his lips on her skin and smiled, knowing he wouldn't see it, before turning to him. Gently her fingers settled on his cheek before threading through his hair, "I always did like it better long." It was an odd comment, seeing she was the cause of all of his misfortune but sometimes she missed his long hair.

Sighing she settled down beside him. She would stay the night, even though she shouldn't. But she wanted her piece of happiness. "Tell me of your day." She would pretend they were normal lovers for a while longer.

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[info]blind_leader
2011-08-04 12:59 am (local) (link) Track This
Could he ever have a normal life when she was wrapped in it? Could he ever love another woman half as much as he did Delilah? Could he turn his back on his creator for her again?

Yes.

Yes, to all of those questions except one.

No other woman could haunt him the same as she did. No other woman could please and ruin him at the same time quite like Delilah. Part of that was varied because of belief, and part of that was all her.

When she spoke, threading her fingers through his hair as if at that very touch she could bring it all back. His hair, his eyesight. Neither would work perhaps from his own downfall. He still held his strength but no sight or the long locks that used to make him stand out among men. It seemed as if God had decided that part of him unworthy, as if it were a right he had to earn again. A right he'd not earned in a long time.

In that moment he was selfish, silently wishing he could see her just for a second. His hand clasped against hers, eyes downcast and pulling it away from his hair---as if he himself were ashamed of it.

"A day, that was all." Classes were out for the summer so he didn't have any students to work with. When he went to the museum it seemed as if less and less people came in, more or less because of the heat. "The museum was slow today."

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[info]darkdelilah
2011-08-04 01:15 am (local) (link) Track This
Part of her wanted to say how nice that was, but she wouldn't make a single comment about her own profession. Tonight was for pretending they were normal, and she hadn't helped his enemies stab out his eyes and bring him to ruin.

Instead she curled her fingers around his, kissing his fingers as she listened. There wasn't much to go on, but she'd made conversation out of much less in her time. Back in her day, she'd been trained to do more then just lay on her back. "Surely there must be something you can tell me. Something that caught your attention perhaps?" Her voice was low, betraying the smile that was playing on her lips.

She pressed a kiss on his lips, setting her free hand on his back. "Impress me."

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[info]blind_leader
2011-08-04 07:36 pm (local) (link) Track This
He couldn't see that smile, but he could feel it against the pads of his fingers as he traced her face. Then those lips so soft against his, they could poison him with just her breath and words alone. He'd always been gullible for a pretty face even one he couldn't see.

It was such a double edged sword, why couldn't he be angry with her? Wrap his strong hands around her neck and hear the breath squeeze right out of her mouth. Then he wouldn't continuously do this to himself. His hands slid down her neck brushing over her collar bone, but the touch was gentle.

"Just at how ignorant the world is today. The youth hold no value in that of the past." They came in every day to that museum, begrudgingly with their parents or family members and instead of marveling at that in front of them they sighed heavily and continued playing with their video games. "What I wouldn't do to see what they do now," he said in a breathless whisper.

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[info]darkdelilah
2011-08-04 07:52 pm (local) (link) Track This
Gently she set her hands on his cheek. It was her fault they'd stabbed out his eyes, even though she hadn't known they'd do that to him, but not her fault he couldn't see anymore. His God did that, and the belief, so t=in that she felt no guilt. In many other things, perhaps, but not in this. "Few care about the past anymore. It is all dust and rubble. What does it matter to them? Their heads are in the now. It is a shame, but not one you can fix. They will regret it when they are older."

Smiling she settled on her stomach, "the world as it is isn't much to look at. Grey and lifeless. Everything is filled with steel and glass. It makes me miss home." She'd hated Sorek, but she missed the wide open plains of the only home she'd ever known. Here it was nothing but high rise after high rise, and no horizon to look over.

"Tell me what you want to know and I will describe it to you." It seemed to be the least she could do for him.

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[info]blind_leader
2011-08-05 02:01 pm (local) (link) Track This
"They do not hold beauty in what they have or what has been made for them before. The people today are lazy and greedy." They didn't enjoy the simpler pleasures in life, instead they worried over air conditioning, the television or the computer. Society was dumbed down now.

His fingers reached out to touch her cheek, moving across her brow at first and settling on it with a sweet touch. "Are the skies not as crisp and blue as before?" He could smell the smog of the city and hear the bustle of moving vehicles. "What can you tell me of where you live?" Always more curious about her than himself.

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[info]darkdelilah
2011-08-05 06:24 pm (local) (link) Track This
"Such are the times now Samson. We can't change those. Maybe they will see their mistakes." Delilah didn't count on it. She'd seen the greed and selfishness of man first hand. She could be considered this as well, so she didn't judge too harshly.

She leaned into the touch and smiled to his questions, "blue, yes. But the stars are gone now, replaced with bright lights that poison the sky." She frowned, but indulged him, "my home is in a small apartment complex and I pay good money for it. Red and golds are my favorites, as they've always been. Cinnamon and spice, with red roses where I can put them."

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[info]blind_leader
2011-08-06 11:11 pm (local) (link) Track This
He remembered how she'd decorated her room before in the past. Flowing drapery and sheer fabric. Decadent gifts that others had brought her, spices and flowers. Similar to how she described now. His mind went back, he could almost smell the cinnamon. His hand slid down her shoulder and against her back with that soft and feathery touch.

There was a richness in the lands before. Not nearly as congested. His fingers moved in slow circles, stopping and splaying as she described her world.

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[info]darkdelilah
2011-08-07 01:57 am (local) (link) Track This
"I have silver ornaments where I can put them. It's seems to suit me, even though it doesn't always match the rest of the decor," she had a weakness to silver. It was such a huge part of her that to this day she would accept her fee in it.

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[info]blind_leader
2011-08-07 09:49 pm (local) (link) Track This
"It sounds lovely," he said softly, a finger curling through her hair. He was quiet after a while as if thinking what else he was curious about. There was a lot he hadn't seen in so long, he wasn't sure how he would handle it if he could again. He had adjusted to his world just so, perhaps it was better that way.