hey there {delilah}

[hedgiedeath]

So, Blake Damon was tired.

Well, not tired in the lack-of-sleep sense, because that was a given. He was always tired. But, in this case, he was tired of all this depressed bullshit. Tired of being serious. All. The. Time. And absolutely positively tired of believing that there was no beauty or joy in the world.

Because he had found beauty and joy, in a girl.

Okay, so it was an internet girl and he wasn't even sure if she existed or not, but for the sake of his rare good mood, he was gonna believe she was real.

Of course, he still had to do the job so he would still see the death and chaos he always did, but maybe he wouldn't let it get to him as much. Perhaps he could think of it as thier time or something. That they had to pass from this world to the next and that was that. Death was a sad necessity, like all evil, in order for good to exist.

Funny, he never looked at it like that, he had merely seen the surface of death, families having loved ones ripped away from them, murder being a terrible thing and blah blah blah, but what did that matter now? Perhaps he got too emotionally involved in his work, though who couldn't with something like this? Perhaps if he directed his emotions towards something(one) else, it would distract him and he could stop being so damned depressed all the time.

As he got out of bed, he combed his hair. He put on something nicer than the usual casual daytime attire, but not as formal as his nighttime attire. Yeah, straight guys could care about thier appearance too. Especially when you looked like a stereotyped emo guy for, well, always. And emo guys with happy girls never really worked out, right?

Actually, he had no idea. Relationships were something he strayed away from even knowing about, because he saw plenty of those end in death. And how heartbroken the other person was (unless they were the killer, of course). So if he had to actually feel thier souls passing through him... it might be the one thing that can actually kill him, inside.

Why was he dusting off a dusty bottle of cologne again? Oh right, in case he saw he today. The girl that made him question all his dark views on the world.

Delilah.

If fate liked him at all, he may see her at Hyde Park today.

Yes, Blake Damon, the grim reaper, was going for a walk in the park without obligation.

notes; Horrible starter, but a starter nonetheless.
words; Forgot to count.
tagged; DELILAH. :D
lyrics; Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's
credit; Hedgie!

[DELILAH PUNZEL]

Of course.

Of freaking course.

Not even Delilah could find a bright side to what had happened. All she had done was leave campus to further explore New York City and she had gotten lost. Lost!

Part one of Delilah's so-far suckish day:

It had all started when she had woken up. Pascal was staring at her curiously, like Delilah had done something wrong. Confused, Delilah got up out of bed and took a quick shower. When she got out, there he was again, sitting on her nightstand. Staring. "Pascal? Is there something wrong?" Delilah was afraid she knew what the chameleon's stare meant. Rapunzel. Sure enough, Rapunzel herself materialized before Delilah's eyes. "Is there something wrong?! Hm, well, maybe it's the fact that you were FLIRTING with someone who was NOT EUGENE. And! That you're going to MEET WITH HIM." For the first time in her life, Delilah saw Rapunzel mad. Utterly baffled, Delilah scrambled for something to cheer her up. "I'm not meeting him today, thank you very much. I don't even know why you'd say that." Turning around, Delilah went behind her changing boards and got dressed. It was a typical Delilah outfit: floral print dress, sandals, a denim jacket for modesty. Ignoring Rapunzel's rant about "finding Eugene" (personally, Delilah wasn't all crazed about finding this man. What if Rapunzel appeared and he thought she/they were crazy?), Delilah struggled to get her sandal on. Satisfied that it was on correctly, Delilah started to say, "Rapunzel, Eugene will find us. That's how it's always happened. Please calm down." Unfortunately, all that came out was "Rap-AH!", because Delilah tripped over her sandals, twisting her ankle. Rapunzel faded away in annoyance.

Part two of Delilah's so-far suckish day:

With a twisted ankle and no pain-meds in her dorm, Delilah set out to find a Wal-Mart (or any other Wal-Mart type store), Pascal resting on her shoulder. It was a slow journey, Delilah hobbling ten blocks till she found a CVS. The price of just generic Ibuprofen was through the roof (of course), and Delilah didn't know what pain was worse: a twisted ankle or having to spend five dollars on pain meds. Sighing, Delilah chose to spend the five dollars so she could walk around New York some more. And, to look at the bright side (like Delilah always did), next time she hurt herself, she'd have medicine. Walking out of CVS with fresh dose of Advil pumping through her system, Delilah realized she had forgotten which way she had came. "Dang it! Delilah muttered, then quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard her. Because to Delilah, 'dang' was pretty bad to say in public. So, in short, Delilah Punzel was lost in New York city.

This brings us to part three of Delilah's day. No, it had not turned sour yet, and Delilah (being Delilah) knew that it wouldn't. For some strange reason, though, Delilah found herself thinking of that dude Blake from the chat last night as she wandered into Hyde Park. On principal, Delilah surrounded herself with cheery people. Then again, Delilah didn't have many friends to surround herself with. Maybe it was the "RAINBOWSUNICORNSGLITTER" vibe that she tended to give off. So it was odd that Delilah kept thinking about Blake. He questioned her beliefs a lot. Delilah wasn't exactly sure she liked that. There was something towards the end though...she could almost sense that he was rethinking some of those things. And Delilah was excited. She wanted to know him in real life.

But, for all she knew, he could be a creepy eleven year old kid who cut himself. Or an old man that was a total perv.

Delilah, being Delilah, believed that he was real though.

As always, the park looked beautiful. Flowers were blooming all over the grassy plain and the birds were singing love ballads to each other. In simple terms, it's what Delilah's mind looked like. Of course, it was missing the rainbow and sparkles. But close enough. As Delilah pondered the best way to get back to her dorm without being offered the thing they called "pot" by big creepy men, her eyes deceived her. They had to be lying. That guy ten feet away was not him. No. Way.

Delilah took a few steps hobbles closer and sure enough, it was Blake. Her mouth broke out into a large grin and Delilah approached him happily. "Oh my gosh! You're Blake! From the chat! I'm Delilah!" Still grinning, Delilah noted that whenever she talked, it was as if she didn't know the meaning of a period. Her sentences always ended in exclamation points. Delilah was simply ecstatic over their chance meeting. It was as if the fates had already decided their course.

- tag : blake!
- notes : omg:D:D:D:D /so excited
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : www.polyvore.com/delilah_grim_reaper/set?id=33673897
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from icing by charity vance

[hedgiedeath]

So the fates were in his favor today, for a few feet away from him was Delilah. He would have recognized her from a mile away. Plus, he could sense the aura of joy from where he stood, ten feet away. A smile appeared on his face for the first time in a while.

When she hobbled up to him, he wanted to kill something. Who would hurt her? Well, he could think of a few creeps he had come in far contact with, and whose would be the first images that came to mind of things he wanted to hurt.

Whoa, buddy. Way too protective way too soon, he thought. He wasn't sure why, I mean, he had only met the girl on the internet. But something about somone hurting something/one so innocent made him extremely upset, in this case. Though in other cases he hadn't even noticed.

"Oh my gosh! You're Blake! From the chat! I'm Delilah!"

"Of course you are," he said cheerily with a grin. Well, the grin hadn't really left his face to begin with, it merely grew wider. "What happened to you?" he asked with a more serious tone to his voice, referring to her ankle.

God, she was so beautiful. He could barely think. Like at all.

notes; SO CUTE. SO EFFING CUTE. but so short. sorry.

[DELILAH PUNZEL]

Delilah had never been good at making friends. Well, considering that she hadn't had contact with someone her own age for the first eighteen years of her life, Delilah was pretty nice. Perhaps she was a bit over the top, though. After being in New York for about a year, Delilah could count her close friends on her hands one hand. So it wasn't surprising that Delilah had no clue whatsoever on how to flirt. It wasn't that she didn't have a flirtatious bone in her body. In fact, Delilah liked the idea of being flirtatious. Not skanky. But likable.

Yes. Delilah had never had a boyfriend before.

Pink rushed into Delilah's cheeks as that thought entered her head. Geez, why was she thinking about boyfriends when she saw Blake? It wasn't like she really knew him or anything. How embarrassing. Faintly in the back of her mind, Delilah heard Rapunzel chuckle.

However.

Delilah definitely wanted to get to know Blake. Even though they were so different, she felt attracted to him. Very attracted to Blake. It made her blush even deeper to think about it, and then Delilah blushed more because she was blushing so much. Sheesh. On impulse, Delilah swooped in and gave Blake a quick hug. Just spreading the joy she had surplus of in her heart.

"What happened to you?" Frowning (a rare occurrence for Delilah), Delilah glanced down at her ankle. "Oh..that. It's a funny story, really! I was putting sandals on...then I tripped and twisted it! It probably got even more twisted since I had to walk several blocks to get some medicine...but the next time I'm hurt I'll have some!" Smiling again, Delilah laughed. She could always find a bright side to even the darkest moments.

- tag : blake!
- notes : bleh its short
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : www.polyvore.com/delilah_grim_reaper/set?id=33673897
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from icing by charity vance

[hedgiedeath]

This was....

Indescribable, in one word at least. Perhaps a paragraph. Perhaps even a novel.

It had been a good many years since Blake had been hugged (in fact, the first time he met his adoptive parents had been the last), let alone had intentional contact with another human being (though, his human status was kind of debatable at this point). And the only time he had been touched was when he was walking through the park or down the street and someone brushed up against him, to which he cringed because a vision of thier deaths as fate intended them at the moment of contact. But when she hugged him, he saw nothing, thank god. And whereas contact previous had been unwanted and unintentional, this was intentional. And, honestly, he should have hugged her back because it felt... good. But it was so shocking that he froze, unable to move. He hoped she didn't misread that as unwanting because it sure as hell was the exact opposite.

Perhaps the goofy smile left on his face and the look in his eyes would redeem him.

It was weird to see her frown. It didn't fit her, like it didn't belong on her beautiful face at all. She had the most gorgeous smile.

"Oh..that. It's a funny story, really! I was putting sandals on...then I tripped and twisted it! It probably got even more twisted since I had to walk several blocks to get some medicine...but the next time I'm hurt I'll have some!"

Blake laughed a little at her clumsiness. It wasn't an offensive laugh at all, just a little chuckle. "Well, hopefully it won't happen again," he said, that dumbfounded look still upon his face as he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Because Uh, yeah. I'm kind if in love with you probably would have been a bit creepy, seeing as they just met. Though a hug wasn't really something you gave a stranger, either. And Blake certainly was acting a bit strange.

That's amore, for you.

notes; ASDFGHJKL i hope dying of cuteness isn't actually possible.
words; Forgot to count.
tagged; DELILAH. :D
lyrics; Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's
credit; Hedgie!

[DELILAH PUNZEL]

Growing up in an attic would have severely impaired most people. In fact, most people who endured what Delilah did wouldn't even be able to leave. Delilah knew that when you're up there, you feel like you don't have any power, you feel like you have to stay there forever. But Delilah had something most people didn't.

Strength.

Delilah was lucky enough to have an independent and strong nature to be able to break out. Yes, it was still hard for her, but the big thing was that she was able to. And now that she was out, Delilah was ready to experience the world.

And gosh did she hope Blake was part of that.

A deep pink tinted Delilah's cheeks as she thought about that. Although she had no experience with guys at all, Delilah knew her mind was going a bit too fast. Rapunzel definitely wasn't thrilled about it. "DELILAH! THIS IS WHAT I WAS WARNING YOU ABOUT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Rapunzel shouted in Delilah's mind, and Delilah had to fight the urge to roll her eyes, because explaining to Blake that she heard voices would probably be a bad thing.

Yes, Delilah, voices in your head are never good.

"So, Blake, what's a guy like you doing in the park? I kind of gathered that you would be the type to avoid these kinds of places." Linking her arm through Blake's, Delilah started walking, suggesting that he should follow along. A nice walk in the park was always nice.

- tag : blake!
- notes : omg:D:D:D:D /so excited
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : www.polyvore.com/delilah_grim_reaper/set?id=33673897
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from icing by charity vance

[hedgiedeath]

Delilah blushed.

God, she was so cute when she blushed. Blake wasn't worried about the reasoning why, but he was sure he hadn't said or done anything to directly provoke it. Though maybe he should do it more often, because it seriously was adorable.

"So, Blake, what's a guy like you doing in the park? I kind of gathered that you would be the type to avoid these kinds of places."

As she linked her arm through is, he felt the same indescribable feeling as the hug sent through him, though on a lower setting, it seemed. It was like a rush, but different. Hopefully not addictive, because he never stayed in relationships for long.

The reminder filled him with dread. Why was that? Oh, right, because he was afraid of losing them to whatever tragedy had played through his mind when he touched them. But, there was no tradgedy with this contact. It was all so... different.

He needed wanted this to last longer.

Oh, right. He had asked him something.

"Not to see the Wizard, if that's what you were thinking." He laughed, thinking how weird it would be for him to skip, yet totally normal for Delilah. "I figured a walk in the park would help me get rid of this gloom and doom I'm reconsidering."

Honestly, he was thinking that Delilah was the type to go for a walk in the park on a day like this.

[DELILAH PUNZEL]

It was official.

Delilah was most definitely falling for Blake, and hard.

There was just something about him that drew Delilah in. She wasn't sure what it was yet; maybe it was the fact that they were so different, maybe it was the fact that Delilah had some deep down knowledge that Blake needed someone like her. Someone chronically happy, someone who could always see the good in anyone. And Delilah knew that if that was the reason, Blake wasn't trying to use her or anything.

Delilah planned to make sure Blake was the happiest he had ever been.

"I figured a walk in the park would help me get rid of this gloom and doom I'm reconsidering." Ah, now Delilah could definitely help with that, do doubt about it.

"Well I'm always available for positive thoughts, if you ever need them." Smiling, like always, Delilah walked alongside Blake for a few minutes. She could definitely get used to this. It was comfortable. "I'm actually here cus I got a little lost on my way back. Even after being here for a year, New York is still a bit overwhelming." Story of Delilah's life. Everything was overwhelming to the blonde.

- tag : blake!
- notes : omg:D:D:D:D /so excited
- words : how many?
- music : what is that noise?
- outfit : www.polyvore.com/delilah_grim_reaper/set?id=33673897
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from icing by charity vance

[hedgiedeath]

Blake had not smiled this much in years. Maybe ever, he wasn't sure. The only thing that he was sure of now was that he was... in love. It didn't seem possible. Especially not after a few minutes. But it was kind of inappropriate for the grim reaper to judge what was possible and what was not.

This was happening now. So it had to be possible. He had never felt like this before, ever. Not about anyone else. It was a new feeling, and -dare he say it?- a good feeling, something that he hadn't had in forever.

"Well I'm always available for positive thoughts, if you ever need them."

"Well, I might just half to take you up on that offer." They started walking, but Blake stopped when she continued on. "Do you need help finding your way back?" he asked, hoping she would accept that a lot later, once they had a chance to actually talk a while. Though her ankle was hurt, after all. "Or do you want to stop and sit?" There had to be an empty pavillion somewhere, and he would carry her there if he had to.

[DELILAH PUNZEL]

Did Delilah want to go home and forget she had met Blake?

Hell no.

Did Delilah want to just stay in that moment forever (well, not necessarily at Hyde Park, but just being in any type of area with Blake)?

Hell yes.

She felt like such a legit creeper, because she was already falling so hard for a guy she had just met. For someone reason, she just felt connected to Blake, drawn to him by some higher force. In fact, Delilah wanted nothing more then to snuggle up close to Blake, but she didn't want to look creepy. Just linking arms really wasn't enough. So when he offered that maybe they just sit for a while, her brain glowed with possibility.

Now, Delilah wasn't a liar by priniciple (and also because she was horrible at it). However, Delilah felt that she would be able to exaggerate her ankle to confince Blake that he needed to carry the damsel in distress. Glancing at her ankle, Delilah let her eyebrows crease in what appeared to be frustration. "You know, I have been walking a lot already, and it's starting to really bother me....d'ya think you could carry me to a place we could sit and chill?" Delilah, not taking no for answer, smiled gratefully and walked up to Blake, sliding her arms around his neck. "I promise I'm not that heavy," Delilah giggled. "Ok, on one....two...three!" Using her good leg, Delilah pushed herself up a bit to assist Blake in the probably difficult task of lifting her. Once she was up there, Delilah the snugglebug couldn't help but try to worm herself in as close as possible. It felt so...right, and good. Especially good, like a warm, tickling fire was spreading through her body.

"Um, I hope you don't think I'm a total loser for saying this, but I think I'm fa-......I think I lo-....I really really like you."

[hedgiedeath]

He couldn't believe it.

It was like she could read his mind. Though he had to admit it was weird that she wanted him to carry her already, having just met, but he was pretty sure that falling in love with a person you just met only happened in fairytales. So weird obviously was out of the question here.

Blake spied an empty bench up ahead. That would be perfect! He lifted her up, not even blinking. He was strong, and she wasn't heavy. And oh, how he wanted to kiss her. But that would not have been wise. Why? Because...because... there were children around. Yes. That was why. Stick to that reason.

"Um, I hope you don't think I'm a total loser for saying this, but I think I'm fa-......I think I lo-....I really really like you."

If his heart was even capable of stopping, it would have been right then. Because he wasn't alone in this. Could he possibly be any happier?

"Well, if that were the case, then we'd both be total losers, because I really really like you too." Blake couldn't stop staring into her eyes, even as he took a seat on the bench, not bothering to set her down next to him.

[DELILAH PUNZEL]

Rapunzel wasn't very happy. However, Raunzel and Delilah got along well, so instead of interupting such a happy moment, Rapunzel sat in a corner of Delilah's mind, absently picking at the hem of her dress. Delilah was quite happy the fairytale charracter was cooperating, because Delilah couldn't keep her thoughts straight. It was like rainbows had exploded in her brain, spreading joy and love and glitter.

This had to be love that Delilah was feeling. Sure, it was still budding and growing, but it just had to be love!

She sure hoped it was.

Delilah was a cuddler, and a big time snugbug. It was probably because her own mother had never expressed an ounce of love, and Delilah was desperate to feel it. No matter the reason, Delilah had the most difficult time surpressing the urge to snuggle up to Blake. One, it wouldve felt right. Not creepy it weird, but sweet and innocent. Two, Delilah didn't like to hold herself back. When Blaje said that he really liked her as well, Delilah wanted to do a backflip. A light pink touched her cheeks in a sweet, innocent gesture. Delilah was much like a little kid in that way, you couldn't help but want to pinch her cheeks. "Oh thank God. I thought I'd be a total weirdo...then again, I'm used to that." A puzzled look crossed the girl's face. "People tend to cast me off because I'm happy all the time. Do you think that's bad?"

[hedgiedeath]

"Oh thank God. I thought I'd be a total weirdo...then again, I'm used to that."

"I'm sure you're not a weirdo," Blake said. "If anyone's a weirdo, it's me." It was true. Compared to the rest of society, Blake wasn't exactly normal. Then again, he'd met a lot of people who weren't normal, either.

"People tend to cast me off because I'm happy all the time. Do you think that's bad?"

This question threw Blake a little bit. As an experienced pessimist, his automatic answer would be something along the lines of 'No. Happiness always leads to dissapointment and an extreme sense of loss.' But he didn't say that. No, he didn't allow himself to say that. Delilah seemed like the type who could be extemely saddened by something like that. So instead, he kind of avoided the question, seeing as he couldn't bring himself to flat out lie to her.

"I think it's bad that people cast you off. You're a happy person and that shouldn't be a reason for that happening." That really didn't say that being happy was a good or bad thing. It just wasn't a reason to judge, he guesssed.