`` and replied i love you too

[DELANEY LAUREN SMITH]

but working it out is so

damn hard when you're alone

Delaney had recently acquired a love to draw. Steal away to the art hall when it was in the middle of the day, everyone gone outside, doing something bright and productive, enjoying nature. But sometimes you just needed a break from all the nature. It overwhelmed her, like normally. She was tired all the time, constantly. She could never sleep, like normal. She needed to find someone else with powers like her. Maybe Clarity? She was a dryad, nature. Maybe Ash, naiad... or Benji. That got her thinking about that meeting, and she found herself blushing slightly, thinking about the whole thing. But, then again, she really didn't ever think. Maybe this was one of those situations where you just stopped thinking, and decided to see what happened. Let your body do the talking. Either way, everything about camp was new to her. She didn't understand anything about talking to people, or interacting with them. With Ash it was easy; he was like a little puppy dog, so innocent and eager for acceptance. Was she like that? Sometimes, she guessed. She knew she probably was when she thought about the flowers... That still upset her, missing the flowers.

Because of this, she was drawing a flower.

She had looked for a while, not going to draw one, just looking for a flower, and she found a beautiful, iridescent blue one tucked into a back corner of the wooden art hall. She leaned down and plucked it carefully out of the ground, looking at the petals. The seemed to spread out perfectly. On second thought, it probably wasn't a good flower, seeing as there was that eerie layer of perfection settled over it. But she ignored that, because, well, she juts didn't think about it, and instead looked at the flower carefully. She frowned slightly. Picking it had been silly; it would die. She turned around, thinking she heard footsteps, but instead just looked back at the art hall. Perfect, she thought. She would draw it. So she wrapped the flower gently in her hands, and walked into the art hall.

Her dress crinkled lightly against her legs as she pulled a stool over to the easel, and then she wandered over to the sink, finding a much paint-splattered coffee mug with a sort of tall base, so she cleaned it out a little and filled it with water, bringing it back over to the easel and placing it on a small table by the blank canvas, putting the briliant beryl flower inside. She wandered back over to the sink, her shoes squeaking on the linoleum. Dell leaned down and shifted through the cabinet, trying to decide if she wanted to paint or draw. Well, it turned out to be drawing, because she was far too lazy to look long enough to find paint brushes to match with the paints she found. (Besides, they didn't have blue.) And then she wandered back over to her station, and sat on the stool, folding her legs, and spreading out the skirt of her dress before tilting her head to study the blank canvas.

She was a picture of perfection, but she never really realized it. The angel in her sabatoged her without her even realizing; ever way she oriented herself was so painfully innocent and pretty. The wide set of her doe eyes made you want to protect her, the lines of her face and the set of her lips made you want to love her. But she never understood, she almost always resented.

She started making long strokes against the canvas, and tried, softly, to forget.



FOR ROOOSTEEERRR (slashBenji)
o u t f i t
she wouldn't put up a fight if he came in and raped her at this point...
just saying. x)
(lyrics: never shout never! - your biggest fan)

[BENJAMIN RHYS RADFORD]

you've got the spark I've been looking for
and I've got a plan we walk out the door , you know you wanna

benji sighed heavily as he swung his legs over his bunk, his feet dangling helplessly as his trainers fell, untied and landed on the hard floor beneath him. he arched an eyebrow at it and slowly but surely slid off his bunk, crouching as his feet hit the floor. he was forever climbing up trees and jumping off things, so he knew very well to bend his knees – he didn't fancy shattering his knee cap, not after seeing a friend of his do it as a child. running a hand through his hair he lazily wandered out of the cabin, swinging his arms wildly to express his frustration. he had to find a way out of it. he wasn't usually bored at camp, but there was that awkward time between activities and dinner which he didn't like. scuffing his feet on the ground, the dust flew up around his face as he wandered towards the art hall, his eyes darting around as he looked for a friendly face. his head was in the clouds and he wasn't really paying attention, his hands in his pocket as he scuffed his feet more, kicking up dust just to entertain himself.

he felt like a child, throwing a tantrum because he was bored and the heat was boring into his skull. in order to retreat, his scuffed his way towards the art hall, tossing himself around in a grump. yes, he was getting himself frustrated, but he couldn't help it. he was bored, and usually if he was bored he'd have sex or mess around with his friend – yet both seemed to have vanish off the face of the earth. "they're probably playing tag or hide and seek", he mused, chuckling to himself as he pulled open the door to the art hall and slipped inside. it was much cooler inside, as if there was an air con on and blasting away. he wasn't entirely sure if there was, but he didn't think so – he'd been going to the camp since he was young and he could never remember seeing one, so why would that have changed? he didn't like change, but he could accept air con. well, if they got it in the cabins he could. "hellooo? parry? evannnnnnn?", he called out, elongating all his words as he picked things up, examining them.

looking at a piece of art work left out her winced, shrugging his shoulders. he wasn't arty – he was blunt, and art wasn't. he didn't understand it, all the stupid people with no eyes and robots that are meant to represent the suppression of women. no, he didn't have a clue. "why can't they say what they mean?", he mumbled angrily to himself as he rolled his eyes, making his way through the well lit art hall, his fingers tracing the old tables. moving through one archway his eyes met with a quietly draweing female. dell? was that her name? he thought so – she'd been the one to storm off from him. he was still baffled as to why, but he couldn't be arsed to question it, quite frankly. smirking to himself he crept up behind her quietly, placing his hands gently on her waist and whispering in her ear, "what're you doing?". he was cheeky, it was needless to say, and he thoroughly enjoyed making people jump. he just hoped he didn't smudge her drawing.

smirking quite proudly, he pulled out the chair next to her and sat down, chewing his lip mindlessly and looking at her drawing, his eyes glazing over it carefully. he didn't get art, but this was simple – it was a flower, there was no question it. whether it had some other connotations, he didn't care. they were the part that confused him. "I never pinned you down as the Picasso type", he smirked, looking at with a slightly raised eyebrow and a smile.


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[DELANEY LAUREN SMITH]

excuse me, you're too busy

writing your own tradgedy

Again, just as with last time, she felt that slight atmospheric change, that quiet movement in the air, stiff and stale with a sort of heart wrench. The feeling was coming familiar, the more time she spent at camp. She was learning there was more to her "affinity and intuitiveness to nature" than meets the eye. It was kind of like ivory on her tongue, the taste of blood and iron in her mouth. Maybe it was a warning, but she really didn't know. Warnings changed so often, and some people took the wrong things as such. She still had no idea of her powers, what they were capable of, and everything that could happen because of them. She really wanted to learn what there was to know about them, she needed answers. Something was weird about the awkward mix of angel and human. It seemed that it was a match made in heaven (ironic, huh?) but at the same time it was a terrible creation; the purity of the angelic side of her frustrated her so much some days. It could make her very violent, and it could make her easily angered, if you caught her in the wrong mood. But because of the human aspect of herself, she sees things about the angels that angel's cant see; the ways they could use it all to their advantage. She was learning this too, the way she could wrap someone around her fingers, if she had the mind too. Just by flashing a smile, just by saying the right things. Sometimes it was alarming, sometimes it just was.

She couldn't help but catch her breath, a little hitching noise deep down in her throat, when his hands slid around her waist. It wasn't a familiar touch, she'd never been handled like that, and it didn't really help that most people's hips were ticklish. It surprised her in more ways than one. Before she had honest time to react, he had pulled out another chair and was sitting next to her, she turned her head at him gently, tilted slightly, as she watched him watch her. The flower looked nice so far, but she'd never say it was it amazing. She just liked knowing she could have it forever. There was some security in that, and it eased her mind, even if ever so slightly. She laughed good naturedly before answering his question. " Funny, I never saw myself as one either. I just have... a thing about flowers. Chalk it up to that whole nature thing. But, uh... " she found herself getting tongue-tied, and took a little breath before continuing. " Well, it's pretty, a nice blue. I don't want to have it die and forget about it. " Her voice dropped in tone. " I don't want to forget things..." You could call it a fear or something to that nature, but maybe it was just paranoia. Maybe it was another little obsession she was gaining, something akin to stock piling flowers and memories. She wanted to have them. It was the things she wasn’t noticing, the things she was forgetting that scared her. It always made her afraid, it always made her resent the angelic side of her heritage, her nature. It was never right.

She’d lost track of what she was doing at this point, and so she stood up suddenly, forgetting what they had been talking about moments before. She always tended to get out of her mind and nature when this sort of thing happened. She lost the train of thought, and suddenly just sort of stodd up, basically jumping into Benji’s lap without expecting or anticipating it, he was just sitting so close. Her face kind of looked surprised, but then she smiled shyly, not sure what was going to happen next, but trying not to think about it. It was always easier to wing it (pun intended), right?


FOR ROOOSTEEERRR (slashBenji)
o u t f i t
(lyrics: let go - frou frou)

[BENJAMIN RHYS RADFORD]

you've got the spark I've been looking for
and I've got a plan we walk out the door , you know you wanna

benji's face was a constant smirk, always with the cockiest of facial expressions to match his over confidant stance, looking over her drawing, his eyes flickering up to her. she was hot, there was no denying it, but quite frankly benji was getting bored of the temptation. he liked his things offered to him on a plate, being the arrogant ass he is, and she couldn't have been less easy to get. he mentally sighed, laughing good heatedly along with her, watching her look so thoughtfully at her own drawing. she didn't seem very aware of what she was doing and why, almost as if the lead was flowing from her own fingers, moving so vivaciously without command. "well.. I doubt I'll be forgetting this anytime soon.. I'm no artist, but it's cool.. like you said, nice blue", he smiled, trying to offer some sort of solace. she seemed scared of forgetting, almost if as being part angel was a fear for her - living longer than others must have been difficult, benji imagined, but as a nymph his life span was going to be obnoxiously long, not like vampires or angels. "as a nymph, I can appreciate the whole nature thing", he nodded, smirking back at her. it was true - he might've been a naiad, but he still had a huge respect for nature, and he would always appreciate beauty in the right places.

"you should take photos.. I've got a Nikon D40 if you ever wanna go.. take pictures of flowers.. and stuff", he laughed, shrugging his broad shoulders quite obviously, tracing patterns on the table absentmindedly. honestly, taking pictures of anything would keep benji amused for hours, and he loved his camera to death, but it didn't really have a massive purpose with him - especially at camp, he didn't take enough photos, and del had just made that very obvious to him. he watched as she began to zone out, her eyes glazing over quite blatantly and her face looking as if she was almost comatose. he smirked and clicked his fingers, "delaneyyyy?", he whistled loudly, watching as she slowly began to snap out of her stupor, standing up abruptly. but as she stood she kind of..slid into his lap, comfortably sat on benji's thighs as he raised his eyebrows. he hadn't expected that to happen, but as she smiled sweetly at him, he didn't care. she wasn't that hard to get, obviously, or at least benji thought as he smirked. with his face so close to hers now his voice became a soft, husky whisper, "well, hello miss delaney", he smiled, leaning forward ever so slowly and letting his lips gently brush hers, his nose pressed against hers.

it had taken a little while, but his lips had still pressed hers and he had tasted her soft, almost honey-like taste. his hands moved gently, one moving around her back and hanging onto her waist, keeping her on his lap to avoid her sliding so easily way from him and the other resting casually on her leg. pulling back from her a little bit he smiled, their faces so close together and her scent drifting into his lungs, full of the sweet, natural smell. biting his lip he leant forward again, kissing her more deeply this time, his hand moving from her leg to her soft cheek, pulling her face into his as he kissed her, lips against his. he basked in the feeling of kissing her, very proud of himself for getting that far. honestly, he had expected to even get to touch her - she just seemed like a tease by this point - but he wasn't sure how far this would go.. he was hoping this wouldn't be it.


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[DELANEY LAUREN SMITH]

i'll be your doctor, i'll be your cure

i'll be your medicine and more

Benji held Delaney in his lap, bringing her closer than she had started out at. He was warm, and she felt like she melted a little bit in his arms. She liked the nymph part of him, it made her feel at home, and the water part of him made him smell so great; she could feel all the nature running through her veins, and she liked it very, very much. And then their noses brushed, and then they were kissing.

Some part of her wanted more of this, and she worked on that part, running her tongue across his lips. It felt so dangerous. She liked that, and worked on it, feeling herself loosening up every second that she sat there, kissing him back. It felt like some sort of secret high, something that she'd just found out about. She planned on cashing in. She felt out of her body, out of her mind, and it was brilliant. She continued working off the part of her that wanted more, and soon she almost forgot what inhibitions were. She was so inexperienced, she'd never done anything like this, heard anything like this. It was obvious to many people she'd led a sheltered life. Having no social life, and being raised most of your life in the woods kind of made it to where it was difficult to get any sort of... practice. At first his hand felt awkward on her lower hip, not really bad, just different. But it felt much better when he moved to her face. It made her feel protected, and comforted. It was like in every moment she found something she liked a bit more, and it opened her up a little bit more.

It was all sort of fast, but then he kissed her again, and she responded the same way. She liked this a lot, could get used to it, was getting used to it. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. She didn't know how far this was going to go, but suddenly she wasn't too worried about it. (Some part of her was excited about it.)

FOR ROOOSTEEERRR (slashBenji)
dell. is. so. weird.
o u t f i t
(lyrics: doctor - ciwwaf)