- Real Name
- Delilah Trelaven
- Missions
- 1,560
- Residence
- The Parthenon, NYC
- Ability
- Transducing Light into Sound (and vice versa)
The Parthenon
Delilah had dressed quickly, once everyone had agreed to get the hell out of her bedroom. They were going to contact Alison and Morgan, something Delilah was happy to avoid. And she had someone to see. She made her way to a brownstone on Central Park West. He may have been keeping an eye on her, but turnabout was fair play and SHE made sure to know where HE was at all times.
Granted, initially, it was about having the opportunity to KILL him, but now…
The anger was no longer all-consuming for her. She was still not ready to be sunshine and unicorns with Alison and Morgan – nor had she forgotten how Blaze had behaved towards her - but it wasn’t the only thing on her mind. There were things that needed to be discussed, questions that needed answers.
As she was about to enter the building, Maxim nearly ran into her as he exited. He was shrugging into a black leather jacket as he moved, and her presence definitely took him by surprise.
“Delilah.”
His gaze fell to the pendant around her neck. He took her forcefully by the arm and pulled her quickly back inside.
“Let go of me!”
She pulled her arm out of his grasp.
He gave her a perturbed look, then pulled out an identical pendant to her’s from beneath his t shirt.
Maxim: “Is this some witchy thing? ‘Cause if is, tell me now.”
She started to reply, but he held up a finger. He punched a code into a keypad, and a steel door opened. He motioned for her to enter before following and closing the door behind them. Inside was a small table and two chairs, a couch. She could see a small kitchen and a door which led, she assumed to the bedroom. Maxim flipped a switch and panels lowered over the windows.
He looked at her expectantly.
Maxim: “Well?”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Well, what? I don’t know what’s going on any more than you do!”
She sat down at the small table.
“Did you have a dream? Faeries and candy ships and…Alexia as a little girl instead of a baby? And when you woke up, there was a necklace on your pillow, and when you touch it…”
Maxim sat down in the chair opposite her.
Maxim: “I can see her.”
Delilah nodded.
Maxim: “Do you think the necklaces…that they’re real?”
She shrugged.
“I don’t know…it feels real, you know? It doesn’t feel like a trick.”
Maxim: “Do you think it was Morgan or Alison…some…way to make you stop hating them?”
“By that logic it could have been you.”
He scoffed.
Maxim: “How in the hell would I get magic necklaces?”
Delilah nodded, conceding the point.
Maxim: “So what next?”
“I don’t know, I’ll see what I can find out. I’ll let you know. And tell me if anything else odd happens.”
Maxim reached across the table and put his hand near to her’s.
Maxim: “When I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up.”
She sighed.
“Maxim…”
Maxim: “Come on Delilah, it might not have been real but we were both there. We said the things we said…MEANT the things we said. Can’t we just? Try again?”
He shook his head.
"I'd burn this entire city down for you."
She pulled her hand back.
“You betrayed me, in the worst way.”
Maxim: “I know. And I’m sorry. I really am sorry. But you know why I did it.”
Delilah was silent. She did know.
Maxim: “Do you think…she was, what, eight? Do you think when she’s really eight she’ll be able to do those shield thingy’s. Control her powers, I mean. That would mean-”
“Seven years. Seven years and we could bring her home.”
He nodded. She looked down for a moment.
“She’s not safe here. Even if she could be with me. Staying with Ororo is the safest place for her right now. As much as I might hate it, it’s the right thing.”
She looked up.
“I understand that you were trying to save me, the only way you could. But I…I need time. I can’t just pretend like nothing happened.”
Maxim: “Okay.” He paused. "But I still want to rip that punk's head off every time I see him."
Delilah stood up to leave, ignoring his last comment.
“I’ll let you know what I find out.”
She turned away, but he called her back.
Maxim: “Delilah?”
She turned to face him.
Maxim: “Don’t be so hard on Alison. She only did what I asked her to. It’s not her fault.”
Delilah turned back towards the door.
“Goodbye Maxim.”
Delilah had dressed quickly, once everyone had agreed to get the hell out of her bedroom. They were going to contact Alison and Morgan, something Delilah was happy to avoid. And she had someone to see. She made her way to a brownstone on Central Park West. He may have been keeping an eye on her, but turnabout was fair play and SHE made sure to know where HE was at all times.
Granted, initially, it was about having the opportunity to KILL him, but now…
The anger was no longer all-consuming for her. She was still not ready to be sunshine and unicorns with Alison and Morgan – nor had she forgotten how Blaze had behaved towards her - but it wasn’t the only thing on her mind. There were things that needed to be discussed, questions that needed answers.
As she was about to enter the building, Maxim nearly ran into her as he exited. He was shrugging into a black leather jacket as he moved, and her presence definitely took him by surprise.
“Delilah.”
His gaze fell to the pendant around her neck. He took her forcefully by the arm and pulled her quickly back inside.
“Let go of me!”
She pulled her arm out of his grasp.
He gave her a perturbed look, then pulled out an identical pendant to her’s from beneath his t shirt.
Maxim: “Is this some witchy thing? ‘Cause if is, tell me now.”
She started to reply, but he held up a finger. He punched a code into a keypad, and a steel door opened. He motioned for her to enter before following and closing the door behind them. Inside was a small table and two chairs, a couch. She could see a small kitchen and a door which led, she assumed to the bedroom. Maxim flipped a switch and panels lowered over the windows.
He looked at her expectantly.
Maxim: “Well?”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Well, what? I don’t know what’s going on any more than you do!”
She sat down at the small table.
“Did you have a dream? Faeries and candy ships and…Alexia as a little girl instead of a baby? And when you woke up, there was a necklace on your pillow, and when you touch it…”
Maxim sat down in the chair opposite her.
Maxim: “I can see her.”
Delilah nodded.
Maxim: “Do you think the necklaces…that they’re real?”
She shrugged.
“I don’t know…it feels real, you know? It doesn’t feel like a trick.”
Maxim: “Do you think it was Morgan or Alison…some…way to make you stop hating them?”
“By that logic it could have been you.”
He scoffed.
Maxim: “How in the hell would I get magic necklaces?”
Delilah nodded, conceding the point.
Maxim: “So what next?”
“I don’t know, I’ll see what I can find out. I’ll let you know. And tell me if anything else odd happens.”
Maxim reached across the table and put his hand near to her’s.
Maxim: “When I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up.”
She sighed.
“Maxim…”
Maxim: “Come on Delilah, it might not have been real but we were both there. We said the things we said…MEANT the things we said. Can’t we just? Try again?”
He shook his head.
"I'd burn this entire city down for you."
She pulled her hand back.
“You betrayed me, in the worst way.”
Maxim: “I know. And I’m sorry. I really am sorry. But you know why I did it.”
Delilah was silent. She did know.
Maxim: “Do you think…she was, what, eight? Do you think when she’s really eight she’ll be able to do those shield thingy’s. Control her powers, I mean. That would mean-”
“Seven years. Seven years and we could bring her home.”
He nodded. She looked down for a moment.
“She’s not safe here. Even if she could be with me. Staying with Ororo is the safest place for her right now. As much as I might hate it, it’s the right thing.”
She looked up.
“I understand that you were trying to save me, the only way you could. But I…I need time. I can’t just pretend like nothing happened.”
Maxim: “Okay.” He paused. "But I still want to rip that punk's head off every time I see him."
Delilah stood up to leave, ignoring his last comment.
“I’ll let you know what I find out.”
She turned away, but he called her back.
Maxim: “Delilah?”
She turned to face him.
Maxim: “Don’t be so hard on Alison. She only did what I asked her to. It’s not her fault.”
Delilah turned back towards the door.
“Goodbye Maxim.”