She nodded in agreement as he asked who said they didn’t still hate each other, and maybe he was saying the correct things someone who hated her. But the fact that he was here, engaging in conversation, wasn’t supporting his argument. Delilah mirrored as he crossed his arms and claimed he didn’t like her. “No, no, of course not, that would be ridiculous,” She replied, though both seemed to be dodging the lingering question that was why he actually was here.
Maybe Dorian had actually seen her comments as a sign of deflection, rather than intimidation, because his response involved sarcastic comments and a smile, a contrasting difference to the defensive replies she would have gotten before. Delilah couldn’t help but pick up on that, trying to internally analyse it while keeping an ambiguous expression. “I’m sure you do,” She replied, making it clear she was not convinced by that. Though the sarcastic tone of the conversation soon took a turn when he told her she could talk to him.
For a moment, Delilah gave him a simple smile and nod, allowing him to get out of the conversation, as it appeared he wanted to. But then she let curiosity get the better of her, breaking the nonchalant persona she had been trying to give off. “I don’t get it, why?” Delilah finally asked. “We aren’t friends, right? If there isn’t a reason other than… you feel like you have to, then please, I don’t need your… pity or whatever this is,” Delilah wasn’t sure what answer she was expecting from this, but maybe part of her hoped she was wrong that he was doing it out of feeling the need to.
@astxrism — Dorian DeLoughrey