Lamb To The Slaughter (Red Dead Redemption 2 Fanfic)

Americans At Rest

She'd never forget the time she met Delilah, the girl with the red and blue ribbon in her hair. How she removed her own jacket in the snow storm to keep frozen Fae alive.The way her red and blue ribbon flapped in the winter wind, as she rested her on her shoulder and carried her to her home.

She always admired the girl with the angel-like features. Her small round cheeks that were perfectly blushed and big brown eyes that almost seemed doll like. All of her life, Fae wanted to be as beautiful as her. But eventually Delilah grew into her narrow cheeks and brown eyes, out of her daddy's arms, and into some other mans. And now, that she had her full cheeks back, and was at her heaviest. She still maintained her angel looks, as she sat in the corner and brushed out her damp hair. Fae always envied that head of thick black hair. How was it possible for someone to be so perfect yet so dangerous?

"I miss cigarettes.." she blurts into the humid air, her fingers twirled through her damp hair.

This caused a small smirk to grow on Fae's cherry lips as she scrubbed between her fingers.  Hygiene was always important to Van Der Linde's children, so the habit was passed onto Fae. A bath once a week if they could make time, a mint leaf on the tongue every morning, hair brushed and silky, and fine lotion colognes and perfumes were to be used all the time. Fae always questioned if that was always the reason why Javier fell so in love with her, because she kept up her appearance or that it was so important to her.

Fae dunked her washcloth into the warm bath water, her eyes locked onto Delilah's hands. One folded into a delicate fist that rested on her chin, and the other that grazed across her stomach ever so lightly.

"Does it ever hurt?" Pregnancy was the only subject Fae wasn't good with, even after having a child of her own. It passed so quickly, she forgot what the weight of a baby felt like. 

"Sometimes, no more then it did with you." Delilah's fist was yet to leave her chin," But never too much, I imagine your body saves that for labor day." Her brown eyes glanced up at nude Fae," Get under your chin dear, you missed some mud."

Her voice was like the silk that the Japanese washed in the river: beautiful, soft and flowing. With a small southern accent much like her brother. She finally stood, grabbing the arch in her back, and walked to the side of Fae's bath," He still good to you?" Her tone was too much like a mother's. She asked about Javier of course, if he were to ever mistreat Fae... God help him, god help any man that would.

" 'Course, but he does seem distant."

"Distant? Why?"

Fae shrugged," I believe he took the death of Mac and Davy personally. Jenny's too, he was always so fond of that strange little blonde."

Delilah huffed," That's his problem, he is too fond of every woman. When he has the greatest to ever walk gods green Earth next to him." She lifted Fae's chin with her fingers, Delilah was always envious of her blue eyes. Those blue eyes that would remind her of a summer day, or a deep blue sea if she ever saw one. Those blue eyes that saved Fae's life that one frozen night," Wash your hair some more, I'll run across the street to get some new clothes so you don't have to wear those muddy ones."

"Not a dress or skirt please."

Delilah chuckled, twenty years and she still hasn't changed," I know, B. I know."

Fae watched as her flowing blue lacy skirt flowed out of the washroom, and listened to her heels click down the hall. Fae took a deep breath and submerged herself under water, alone with her thoughts. The warm water had never felt better on her soft skin, her fingers danced through her hair as she dismissed the knots. She came above water, running her hands over her hair, slicking it back.