notfaking_it | (no subject)

Entry tags:

delta

(no subject)

She wasn't nervous, necessarily, but it had been a long time since Lily had been on a date. She went out and she danced, she had dinner with people she loved, spent time with people she slept with, but all the while -- even with Sawyer, she realized -- she'd never allowed anything to be called a date. It was easier that way. If she never called it a date, no one ever thought they were dating and while Lily definitely wasn't adverse to spending time with the same person over weeks or months or even years, she hadn't had a boyfriend or a girlfriend in a very long time and she mostly preferred it that way.

It made things easier.

But something about Delta was different. She doubted he'd ever assume they were dating without first making sure and although he still seemed to be finding his footing, Lily was sure if she explained things to him, he'd follow them easily.

So she wasn't nervous, but she also wasn't entirely sure what she was doing.

Given that it was her first date in a long time -- and his first date ever, according to him -- she'd made sure to keep things simple. She was dressed in jeans, a pair of black boots and a dark sweater under her jacket when she arrived at his place to pick him up. Pressing the buzzer at the front door, she waited, hands in her pockets, for him to answer.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

She wondered what kind of man he'd been like before, if he was anything like this or if he'd been someone else entirely. The idea of having two very different types of men reside in one body at one point or another wasn't even that strange to her anymore and she studied him, smiling very faintly.

"It's a good thing to have remembered, isn't it?" she asked. "I mean, there are definitely worse memories you could find, I'm sure."

"I know there are." He didn't say it with any special gravity, or any real pain. But he knew that, behind that wall in his mind, there were awful things. What he did remember was bad enough. He knew enough about Rapture, about what had happened there, to know that there was worse that he didn't.

"But so far... Yes. It's all good things." He paused, a smile pulling at one corner of his mouth. "And now I have new good memories too."

"For all the bad things people say about Darrow, there are worse places to be," she agreed as the waiter returned with their burgers, setting them down on their table. With a grin, she gestured down at their food before she plucked a napkin from the dispenser and laid it across her lap. "For example, the last place I was stuck? There was only one restaurant and Neil did a damn good job with it, but there's just something wonderful about being able to get a different kind of food every night."

He surveyed the burger. It did indeed look... He wasn't sure that exciting truly captured it. Formidable might be more apt.

"Eleanor loves that. Trying all kinds of things she never did before." He picked up the burger, shedding bits of it as he did, and took a huge bite.

"A girl after my own heart," Lily said with a laugh, because she loved food almost as much as she loved dancing. Picking up her own burger, she took a big bite before making a sound of satisfaction in her throat, wiping sauce from the corner of her mouth.

It was an amazing burger and she grinned across at Delta, swallowing her mouthful before she asked, "How is it?"

"It's... I don't even know," he managed, when he could speak around the bite. "It's good, it's just..." He caught a drip of sauce just as it trickled down the back of one knuckle. "I haven't had anything like it before.

An insane combination of tastes, all working together into a kind of harmonious whole.

There were a lot of things he still had to learn.

"Well, this is special," she said with a laugh, watching for a moment as he caught the sauce on the back of his hand. Then she met his gaze again and smiled. "I haven't been to a lot of places that have a burger like this on their menu, so you're definitely not the only one who hasn't had anything like it before."

After another bite of her own burger, she said, "I kind of want to come back here every week until I've tried everything on their menu."

"I would come here again with you," he said, and it came without thinking. He paused a moment, still smiling, turning the thought over in his mind. It wasn't just coming here. He could do that on his own.

It was coming with her.

"I wonder what else you know about that I don't."

"Then we'll do that," Lily said easily, because she liked Delta. Being around him was both interesting and easy, something she was drawn to.

Pausing to take a sip of her beer, she grinned a little and lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see what else I know," she teased. "It'll be a surprise."

"I'm not sure how I feel about surprises." But he was at least partially kidding. The truth was that surprises were welcome, if they were more of what tonight had been.

"So I am wondering," he said, after another bite of burger. "Why did you start dancing? What do you like about it?"

"At first it was just the class I took as a kid," she answered. "I begged my parents to put me in ballet because a girl at my school was in ballet classes and I was jealous."

She took another bite of her burger, considering when that had changed. "I knew I was having fun, but I don't remember really loving it until I was twelve and we started going en pointe."

For a moment he had to fight down jealousy, sudden and unexpected. A childhood, one that she remembered. He had no such thing, hadn't even really thought about it until recently. Hadn't assumed it mattered. But now he had Eleanor, and her childhood had been stolen from her, and he didn't know if he could ever do anything to make any of that right.

But there wasn't anything to be done about it.

"What is en pointe?" He had heard her use the term, thought he actually knew what it meant somewhere, but the meaning wasn't coming to him.

"It's a technique used when the entire weight of a dancer's body is supported on fully extended foot," Lily explained. "We do it while wearing pointe shoes, which have a box at the toe, making it easier to bear the weight. You've probably seen the shoes before. They're squared at the toe and they have ties for the ankle," she described, using her hands to help explain what she was trying to say.

Once she said it, he did know - had seen it, he was sure, and not just here. Rapture. Sander Cohen. There had been dancers there, stone and ice.

He fought back a shiver and hoped it wasn't too apparent. Anyway, he didn't have to think about that now - and the way Lily talked about it, it seemed important.

"What does it feel like?"

"It's hard," she answered with a laugh. "It's hard on your feet and it can destroy your toes if you don't do it properly. It's work and it's years of training, but it's also... when you can finally do it, when you know it's right, it feels like the simplest thing you've ever done. It's more than just dancing at that point."

She smiled a little and said, "That's how it feels for me, anyway. I don't know how it is for anyone else."

He listened, trying to understand - and when it came down to it, he didn't even have to try that hard. Something about it felt familiar.

Even if in ways he didn't like.

"When I was still... Where I came from," he said slowly, "I felt like that sometimes. Not with dancing. It was something else."

For Lily, that feeling was amazing, the best thing in the world, the feeling she'd be chasing after the rest of her life. But she doubted it had been the same for Delta. Not entirely, anyway.

"Do you wish you were still doing that now?" she asked. "That you could find that feeling again?"

Edited 2013-04-23 14:59 (UTC)

"No," he said slowly. "No, because it involved killing people."

The perfect simplicity of the fire shooting out of his hands, the lightning. A well-aimed shotgun blast. Nothing to worry about except pushing through hordes of splicers, none of whom he had to think of as people.

Killing people in order to protect someone. Lily looked at Delta for a moment, not saying anything, just thinking. It didn't surprise her, really, but she also wasn't afraid and didn't any less comfortable than she was a moment ago.

"You led a very interesting life before this city, didn't you?" she said finally.

"Interesting is one word for it." He shot her a thin smile, picking up his burger again, though he didn't immediately take a bite out of it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... kill the mood, I suppose. But I think..." He paused, deliberating. He wasn't sure exactly how to say this, only that it needed to be said. "I want to be honest with you. About everything."

Lily's own relationship with honesty could be interesting at times, but when she lied, she did so carefully, weaving it with truth, using it to help people. She didn't lie to take advantage of someone or to hurt them and so she smiled when he spoke.

"Honest is good," she said. "And you didn't kill the mood."

"Good." He smiled a little wider. "I like the mood." He took another massive bite of his burger and closed his eyes for a moment, getting lost in the swirling combination of flavors.

"Anyway," he said after another few moments, "I'm looking for it other places. That feeling. I'm just not sure where I'll find it yet."

Lily watched him for a moment, pausing to take a sip of her beer as he enjoyed his burger. Even if nothing else, even if they didn't go on another date, she was glad she was here to see this. He looked like he was enjoying himself and she was happy to be a part of that.

"It's hard," she said. "I was lucky to find it so young. I think there are probably people who never find it at all."

He was quiet again, thinking. "When I first got here," he said finally, "I wondered why I was here at all. I wondered why I was alive at all. Though I was so happy to be. I was..."

He smiled again. "I think this is part of why." He waved a hand between them. "Having this."

"You're alive to have dates?" Lily asked, though she was clearly teasing, her smile growing. "I mean, as purposes go, that's certainly not one of the more terrible options. So are you saying I'm just the first in a long line of women you'll be seeing? Do I have to be jealous?"