@moonreflectedâ asked: "i thought i'd never see you again." Â from cos!
400 random dialogue prompts. // accepting.
"Cosima..." Delphine screws her eyes shut, exhaling sharply as cool fingers brush against her abdomen. Nothing more than a bundle of puckered scar tissue remains by now, yet it aches under Cosimaâs touch all the same, a sensation that leaves her biting down hard on her bottom lip. "You must know - if I'd had the choice to be free of this place, to come back to you, I would have taken it in a heartbeat."
It doesnât feel like enough. Not to bridge the chasm that now gapes between them, the one Delphine let go all too far. The one that she can only imagine her disappearance - and reappearance at the heart of Neolution, of all places - has made grow even wider. Opening her eyes, Delphine takes Cosimaâs face between her hands, draws comfort from the heat of her skin; in this moment theyâre both alive, as safe as they can be in a place like this.
It wonât last forever. But for right now, that has to be enough.
"That night, in the DYAD parking lot, I thought I was going to..." she trails off, trembling. I thought I was going to die. She should have died. Instead, Delphine had been taken out of the frying pan, only to be tossed straight back into the fire.
"Nealon, he'd said I wouldn't live until morning. When I stopped by Alisonâs, I couldn't tell you - it would have put you, all of you, at risk if I had run from that." And sheâd made a promise to love them all equally. Itâs one she intends to keep, as much as she can, for the way she looks at Cosima and feels blinded by the sun. Even when she thought it would cost her life. Even if it still does, before this nightmare draws to an end. âBut I had to see you one last time. I didnât want to... The last thing I ever wanted was to leave you behind.â
Pressing her lips together to keep the warm burn of tears she can feel slowly building behind her eyelids at bay, Delphine strokes a thumb across Cosimaâs cheek. Sheâs not sure if she wants to know the answer to the question poised on the tip of her tongue, but she canât forget the way Cosima looked at her when they stumbled upon Camp Revival. Like she had been a dead woman walking. In way, maybe she is. So maybe it will lighten that burden on Cosimaâs heart, if she says it out loud - if Delphine knows, too, whatever it is that her lover has had to live with since she vanished without a trace. âWhat did they tell you? After I was gone?â