- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Online Availability
- 8:00 AM - 4:00 PM
- Writing Levels
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Political intrigue, fantasy, futuristic, sci fi lite, superheroes, historical fiction, alternate universes. Smittings of romance, but only as side plot.
Delilah Buress
Somehow, despite not expecting it, Delilah wasn't as surprised by the kiss as she expected to be. Fisher had always been less impulsive than the rest of them, but when he made a decision he generally did not waver on it. It was, decidedly, one of his best traits, albeit occasionally frustrating.
So when he leaned in and his lips brushed her own, she could only conclude in her mind that it was the best decision he could think to make. That... Or she was completely wrong about him and he was acting on utter impulse.
Either way, she relented to it, and while it was neither passionate or practiced, chaste, even, it was also Fisher. Her Fisher. Who she had been so sure was lost... Who she had finally found again. Her Fisher, who grounded her, carried her... And apparently, loved her.
Her mind warred over the feelings within her. To push into the tension, to give in to it... To run. To run, because no matter how desperately she didn't want to admit it, she wasn't enough for him. She'd never be what he deserved, she'd never be what he saw in her. To cower... Because if Solomon knew, he would murder them both. To cry... Because maybe she didn't love Nick... But she had cared about him, deeply, and he deserved better, too. His memory deserved better.
These feelings and more roiled in her mind. And for the first time in her life, Delilah ignored them all. She cupped his cheek and brushed her across it, and when be pulled back, she let a smile curl at the corner of her lips, her forehead coming to rest against his.
For a long moment, she said nothing, and her eyes remained closed as she filtered out the fear and the guilt and the confusion... Filtered them until she found something worth clinging to.
Her fingers curled through his and her head dropped to his shoulder with a soft sigh, "We have to stop him Fish. But I think the only chance we have... Is to do it together..."