<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Hoodie and black leggings.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ksenia’s room<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6, close to lunch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Time to reset<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia | Closed<br/><hr/>A light blush lit up Delilah’s cheeks when Ksenia complimented that the clothes looked good on her. She didn’t mind compliments, but when it came from Ksenia, it made her heart skip a beat. Thankfully, the answer to her question was a good distraction, and Delilah glanced back at the open bathroom door where she could still see the frosted glass. It had dissipated a little, but was still frosty from the hot steamy temperature still lingering in the room.<strong>“Makes sense I guess,”</strong>she replied with a shrug. It did seem like this kind of place would be ahead of its time with technology, but there had to be some sort of magical aspect thrown into this place to some extent.<br/><br/>Delilah turned back around to face Ksenia, about to ask if they worked with Warlocks often, but when she turned around, the woman was pulling her top over her head, leaving her in just her sports bra. As much as she wanted to turn away to be polite, she couldn’t help but eye the tattoos all over her body, surprised to see how covered she was. She was able to see her neck and arms before, but these tattoos were over her torso as well. And she imagined it didn’t stop there. Delilah also noted that the muscles on her abdomen were as strong and taught as her arms - and it was a damn good look on her.<br/><br/>Realizing she was staring, Delilah tore her eyes away and looked over to the bed to avert her gaze, hoping Ksenia hadn’t caught her staring. She simply nodded at the instructions to eat before her, and waited until she heard the door click behind her to relax. However, the click never came, and Delilah turned to see it was left open a crack. Not meaning to peep, but given the location of the jarred door and where she was standing, Delilah saw Ksenia’s bare form staring in front of the mirror. Heat rose to her cheeks even stronger this time and she tore her eyes away quickly.<br/><br/>Sighing at her own awkwardness, she made her way over to the table by the door and grabbed a sandwich and bottle of water, folding up her dirty laundry and placing it under the table, not wanting to put it next to Ksenia’s sandwich, but having nowhere else to really place it.<br/><br/>Making her way back over to the bed to sit, she sat on the side closest to the bathroom door, pulling herself back towards the headboard, making herself comfortable against the pillow propped up. She was careful to not make a mess as she opened the sandwich, taking a small bite to start. It equally made her stomach happy and churn, and she knew she really had to eat to feel better. After the shower, she was already exhausted again, despite having been asleep for over a day apparently, so she hoped something to eat and drink would help wake her up.<br/><br/>As she was about two bites into her sandwich, Ksenia emerged, much faster at showering than she had been, but that didn’t seem like a surprise given the army vibe this place gave off. She looked up at the door as she heard it open, not expecting to see Ksenia clad in just a towel. The bite she was chewing was swallowed quickly in surprise, causing her to cough for a second, gaze falling on the woman’s bare but tattooed skin. She watched as she moved towards the closet, tossing her dirty clothes away, and taking a seat on the chaise. It took Delilah a brief moment of delay to realize she was asked a question before clearing her throat, placing the sandwich down, and grabbing the water to take a swig.<br/><br/><strong>“Honestly, not really,”</strong>she admitted.<strong>“Less scared, I guess, knowing what’s going on. But there’s still so much I don’t know and don’t understand.”</strong>Emotion was strung in her words and she did her best to keep herself in check, letting out a soft sigh.<br/><br/>Wanting to change the subject off of her, she looked back over to Ksenia.<strong>“Your tattoos,”</strong>she said, gesturing with a nod to the dark ink layered across her skin,<strong>“what do they mean?”</strong>