they're beyond humanity, have existed past millennia and yet, she's still pathetically weak for him. delphine waits for him, at the balcony that overlooks her patron city. all she can do is wait. she can certainly do more. the goddess has responsibilities, matters to attend to. instead, she dotes. it feels like a lifetime has passed until the storm approaches, and the rose she holds in her hand withers. he's arrived.
she stands, taking a deep breath before she turns to greet him. "why is it that i'm always the one left behind?" she asks immediately.