Island of misfit toys

The thought caused her to tilt her delicate features just slightly as Dalila looked down with confusion that shifted steadily into acceptance. They hadn’t been together for incredibly long but Dalila was a massive part of her everyday life, more than routine she’d grown attached. She looked forward to the end of the day when they settled down together. She had been severely off put in the difference of schedule Chimera’s time with her caused. Siren missed her when she wasn’t there, Dalila was so much more than a slave.

She tried to reign in her emotions, she didn’t often let anyone see what she truly felt, but feeling like she faced losing her caused her eyes to glaze over with unshed tears. She looked up to Dalila as she spoke quietly, a simple thanks, but Siren could see her own emotions mirrored in the woman’s sweet features. Siren didn’t often smile, but hearing the emotion in Dalila’s voice and seeing it on her features, feeling the devotion and similar affection of love brough the corners of her lips back into a shy grin. She took in a soft breath as Dalila pressed her nose upon her crown. She closed her dual toned eyes, feeling so much more appreciative of the woman before her.

”Thank you, Dalila.” She returned softly and pressed herself against her speckled chest. She could have melted against Dalila then, as she wished their problems away and craved a nap curled up together. Suddenly Chimera entered the den. Siren looked up from Dalila’s chest as he settled near the doorway, greeting her before addressing Dalila with a softness that was normally reserved for her. She smiled up at him, knowing he would never jeopardize her happiness.

”Chimera,” she greeted in return, leaving room for Dalila to answer him, but she knew she wanted to say something before he excused himself. Viper hadn’t given Siren any reason for her to like her, but thankfully Chimera seemed unlikely to expect her to. They were far too different, and now she had Dalila’s pain to blame on her as well.