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I still have this half-AU in my head, that Delilah made refugee asylum for “fallen women” in Brigmore manor (like real asylum, not like that Magdalene one) and they grow fruits and veggies and when they crave for meat they just hunt for overseers, and they paint and read poetry in the evening and collect men’s bones for charms and all live here happily ever after.
(I know she is far from being nice protective auntie, but c’mon)
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(And pathetic pointless fangirl rant: Today it’s been a year since final DLC, but i still can’t stop being less obsessed. Dunno, i guess there is something almost symbolic about her.
I love contrasts in Delilah’s character. She lives in place that is decaying ruin taken by another form of life that is growing. Vines that spread through everything rotting and change it into something new. She uses hair, skin, bones to create, paint… finding new purpose for dead things. Her hounds, her followers - they were something else that they are now, resurrected, from dead or from poor conditions. Her life itself is all about transformation too - baker apprentice, artist, sorceress…empress. Everything about her is united, connected. Yet so ambivalent. Her ALL itself - appearance, place, goals and ambitions - are about change, transformation. Dual goddess. Pale, skinny, colourless, ill looking body covered in roses. Graves in blooming garden, flowers in ribcage. Petals and thorns. Living stone. Constant grow and decay, life and death, in metamorphosis beautiful like corpse described by Baudelaire. Tree whom roots reach so deep that they embrace ancient skeletons buried under, yet his branches are in blossom. Out of the old, in with the new - phrase that mirrors everything around her.
Yes, you may shoot me now.)
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Post: llesim.tumblr.com/post/9462760…

Description
I still have this half-AU in my head, that Delilah made refugee asylum for “fallen women” in Brigmore manor (like real asylum, not like that Magdalene one) and they grow fruits and veggies and when they crave for meat they just hunt for overseers, and they paint and read poetry in the evening and collect men’s bones for charms and all live here happily ever after.
(I know she is far from being nice protective auntie, but c’mon)
_____________
(And pathetic pointless fangirl rant: Today it’s been a year since final DLC, but i still can’t stop being less obsessed. Dunno, i guess there is something almost symbolic about her.
I love contrasts in Delilah’s character. She lives in place that is decaying ruin taken by another form of life that is growing. Vines that spread through everything rotting and change it into something new. She uses hair, skin, bones to create, paint… finding new purpose for dead things. Her hounds, her followers - they were something else that they are now, resurrected, from dead or from poor conditions. Her life itself is all about transformation too - baker apprentice, artist, sorceress…empress. Everything about her is united, connected. Yet so ambivalent. Her ALL itself - appearance, place, goals and ambitions - are about change, transformation. Dual goddess. Pale, skinny, colourless, ill looking body covered in roses. Graves in blooming garden, flowers in ribcage. Petals and thorns. Living stone. Constant grow and decay, life and death, in metamorphosis beautiful like corpse described by Baudelaire. Tree whom roots reach so deep that they embrace ancient skeletons buried under, yet his branches are in blossom. Out of the old, in with the new - phrase that mirrors everything around her.
Yes, you may shoot me now.)
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Post: llesim.tumblr.com/post/9462760…