` new perspective , SIANA

Never in a million years had she imagined herself to be standing in the crowded Avalon next to Siana Zhekova. It would be fair to say that pigs would soon fly before that would happen, or so she had thought and most likely her female counterpart had thought also. And it would have remained so if it had not been for her devious plan. For you see, Delilah had vowed to never think, speak or see that woman ever again. After the humiliation she faced with Samson, she wanted to hold onto whatever strand of dignity and pride that was left of her somewhat broken character. She half expected the women to refuse adamantly to speaking to her, to curse and tell Delilah where she could shove her talking. And a part of her, a distant part of her that knew she was in the wrong, knew she deserved every last berating that came out of Siana's mouth.

The only word spoken was sharp and straight to the point. Was she expecting a warm welcome with hugs and kisses? No, that would be disturbing and highly unlikely. Delilah had all but spat on the woman the last time they had seen each other. She sucked up whatever resentment she was feeling towards the younger woman, her hands straying from strands of hair to the hem of her vibrant dress. "I'd like to apologise for my behavior the last time we met" she spoke, struggling to get the words out. She didn't apologise often, because Delilah was never wrong and if she was, she would go to the grave with it. It took all her might to utter those words, to appear as if she meant them, to seem sincere above all. Did it work? There was no hint of change within the expression of the woman. Had her plan already been thwarted before it had a chance to even blossom? Surely not. Delilah may not be cut out to be an actress but she was more than certain she could pull this off.

She smiled meekly before continuing "it was completely uncalled for, I really don't know what had come over me." she spoke, looking down in earnest. Perhaps she thought that Samson had set her up to this, it wasn't unlikely. But if he memory served correct, his words had been to leave Siana alone and what had Delilah done? The exact opposite. She was never one to listen to direction. But surely he would be happy they would be making amends, or appearing as so. "I don't expect you to forgive me straight away, I know now that what I did was wrong and.. hurtful" her words delicate as if she were walking on broken glass. She licked her lips anxiously, she was far too quiet. Delilah didn't like that. She wished she could see into the other womens mind and see what was going on inside there. If she was touching ground in anyway.

Delilah bowed her head slightly as the woman spoke. She had to give the woman credit for thinking their first meeting would be something that of a pleasant affair. Delilah was Samson's ex-wife and Siana his current flame, it would take someone with a brighter outlook on life and optimism in all situations to think a meeting would be anything but disastrous. Her head was reeling with a cluster of thoughts that she found hard to decipher and comprehend. She knew what she was doing was vital to what she had planned but that didn't mean to say she was happy about it. On the outside she somber and silently accepting the scolding like that of a mother to her child. Whilst on the inside she was ready to bite the women's head off with her snarky replies, she found the tenderness of Siana's voice to be irritable and a pain to listen to. It was beyond her how someone could be so.. trusting, so amiable even to someone who caused them so much hurt. It earned other's respect but it did nothing but make Delilah dislike the woman even more so.

Taking a swig of the beer bottle she continued to silently take in what she was saying. And she had to agree to some extent. The thing she regretted the most was hurting the child, she had always had a compassionate heart to those of a younger age. Had always been fond of babies and children of other ages, it was why she had always craved one of her own. It had shamed her to have caused such a display in front of her son, he hadn't deserved such treatment. He was innocent in all of this "I understand and I am truly sorry for causing any pain towards your son" the raw emotion coming from the depths of her heart. She was no mother but like many woman, she held the maternal instinct. A distress child always called out to her and she could do nothing but help, she couldn't bring herself to turn away and turn a blind eye to any child in need. "I promise you, I will not do anything to harm your child. It was never my intention to do so" she vowed, though she would never say the same about the woman. She had gone with the intention to belittle and break the woman on that day, she wouldn't deny that.

Her brows creased in surprise, she hadn't expected Siana to reason her motivations and fail. Surely the reason was obvious enough, Delilah was a selfish person. She wanted Samson all to herself, that was the reason. That was all there was to it.. though it had crossed her mind that there was perhaps more reason to what she did. It had crossed her mind that she could have possibly had a break down or was still having said breakdown, her life spiraling out of control. Madness slowly taking over her mind, or was this just her way of coping? Even after all these years, she was still not quite healed over the loss and the collapse of her once perfect life. She didn't want to talk to this woman about her problems, Siana was a stranger and Delilah was not one to divulge her secrets so easily. She nodded absently "the mind is a confusing but wonderful thing but it's best we leave things in the past? no?" she spoke, tucking a stray hair behind her ear "I want us to start afresh you know?" she asked, not pausing to wait for a reply. She straightened her dress before holding her hand out to shake "Hi, I'm Delilah" she spoke, with a casual smile on her face.