Delilah Paxton|Desire (![]() ![]() @ 2011-05-24 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | delilah paxton, guy paxton |
Who: Delilah and Guy Paxton
When: Tuesday, May 24
Where: The unluckiest public library on Earth.
What: Mothers always know the best time to drop by for an unannounced visit.
Warning: Oh, you know, wild hijinks and inappropriate questions. Delilah being Mother of the Year.
It wasn't as though Delilah didn't know that mothers and children grew apart, phone calls grew more scarce, and little boys and girls didn't tell their mommies all their secrets past the age of twelve. After all, her own parents hadn't known she was pregnant until they day she went into labor. She could hardly blame her own child for not telling her all of the strange things that had been going on in his life, not when they were so much harder to believe than a flighty daughter getting herself knocked up.
Still, she'd felt half the blame was on her own parents for not putting forth enough effort into annoying her until she gave in and told them everything. If they'd put more effort into asking, Delilah knew herself well enough to know that she would have told them everything. It took a bit of introspection, after finding out that she and her son shared this strange new thing, to realize that she did not want to be like her parents (as though she could be, she was fairly sure the ship of normalcy they captained had sailed long ago) - and no matter how little the voices in their heads might have in common, this was a perfect excuse to force a little reconnection.
The most important part of the plan was to make sure that she did this in some location that Guy couldn't really walk away easily. Of course, before that she had to make sure she'd regained control of some of the strange and not-so-wonderful new talents she'd gained when Desire showed up, but after that it was simply a matter of waiting for him to give her the chance. Finally, he did, and while the library might not be the first choice for a touching mother and son moment, Delilah could think of far worse... like a bar. Not that they didn't have some wonderful memories in bars, but they were much too noisy to talk in, and that was more her thing than her son's, anyway. No, a library was perfect, especially if she could offer her assistance in carrying his books.
For a moment, when she saw him sitting at the table, Delilah stopped and just watched him. With his head buried in a book, Guy looked very much like he had growing up, doing homework at the table while she tried to convince him to go out and do something fun with her instead. She smiled fondly, but that didn't mean that he was getting out of the fun this time, either. Heels clicking on the floor, she made her way over and perched on the table, shoving some of his books aside. "Whatcha reading?"