<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Late AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Competition Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat and sunglasses.  (https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark and Logan (Rhonda and Devon mentioned)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Well this was all fucking complicated, wasn’t it?<br/><br/>Devon’s secret hit them like a ton of bricks and the playful dynamic never recovered. Delaney found herself watching as each man stepped forward, and any concern she might have had about her secret being revealed was hastily washed away in favor of mounting tension between islanders.<br/><br/>At points her eyes met Logan’s across the aisle, then Mark’s and while her thoughts were thoroughly veiled behind silence, small cracks in the veneer began to reveal stress. Her smile dimmed and eventually faded altogether. There was a moment where it wasn’t fun anymore.<br/><br/>Her eyes followed Mark to Elsa when it was his turn, watched the brief if strained interaction between them and then the harrowing path to her doorstep after. She found herself torn immediately between the desire for him to kiss her, and the reality of what it implied about his opinion of her character if he did.<br/><br/>He didn’t. He smiled softly, and she smiled softly back, a weary grin that didn’t reach her eyes. Then she watched him go.<br/><br/>Delaney couldn’t bring herself to watch his kiss with Rhonda. Her eyes moved tactfully from the pair and settled evenly upon Logan. For the second time in two days she’d had what she felt was an engaging and promising interaction with a man, only to have him tangle with Rhonda in some fashion. No amount of chemistry or emotional resilience was going to soften that blow, but she’d persevere.<br/><br/><em>Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth.</em><br/><br/>Her lips pursed to a gently determined line and eventually she pulled her gaze from Logan as well. The scuffle that followed between him and Mark was met with the stoic austerity of a woman that had no patience for posturing. She barely even heard her secret being read, and there certainly was no indication that it was hers.<br/><br/>Eventually Logan chose her and she received his kiss with a remarkable amount of grace given the circumstances. One hand raised to cup his cheek and her lips pressed against his with a genuine if subdued affection. She didn’t make a fool of him by hastily withdrawing, or redirecting. She kissed him, and she let the kiss part softly and naturally in its own time.<br/><br/>Her eyes met his candidly in that fraction of a second before he stepped back. The detachment had faded to the background and she allowed him a brief, but honest glimpse of the reality that his choices had hurt her feelings. His choosing Rhonda and his utterly clinical approach to kissing her. Whatever his reason for choosing her, be it the game, to pick at Mark, or some combination of the two, she felt used.<br/><br/>As Logan took his leave back to the line her eyes drifted quietly to Mark, subtle tension in her brows and the downward turn of her lips.<br/><br/>There was only one man left and it was all just a game anyway, right?<br/><br/>