guilty pleasures. TAG; judas

[delma]

She had called him earlier, practically begging for his company. It was no fault of hers that her roommate brought back more sweets than she could even begin to consume. Doughnuts were a delicious manmade treat that Delma was immediately attracted to upon moving ashore when she was young. Unfortunately, as with most foods that were rather sweet or spicy, she could only eat so much of them. It was overwhelming after having lived on a diet of raw fish for so long. At sixteen, she attempted to eat an entire doughnut by herself and she threw up the contents of her stomach shortly thereafter. Her body was not used to human foods with so much sugar, regardless of how delectable they were. Her parents had been very strict, living mostly according to the old ways and a natural diet of fish had been one of them. Oh, sure, stealing jewels and other niceties from humankind had been no problem. But leave their food. It was not their way of things, to partake in the consumption of processed goods.

Pft. And so, for a good long while, Delma had existed on her usual diet of fish, occasionally raw if she was feeling particularly nostalgic, and fruits and vegetables. She slowly began to integrate other food products into her meals and desserts had been one that she particularly focused on. By now, she could stomach an entire doughnut or two. But being that there was a dozen in that box that was brought home, she was feeling rather overwhelmed. And so she had dialed Judas--Braille-lined cell phone; neat ain't it?--and explained her troubles quickly and efficiently. She reminded him that the spare key was under the mat and that he should just let himself in. After having finished with the call, she threw her phone haphazardly across the room. This was probably not the best method for someone who was blind but hell, she had working ears; if i began to ring, she'd find it eventually.

She felt around her countertop for the box, where ever she had put it. After a moment, she had reached it and pulled open the top. Really, any doughnut would work. She wasn't picky. So she reached inside and pulled out something with frosting on top. A bite later, she recognized it as maple, which was one of her favorites, funnily enough. Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room, she paused for a moment right before she reached the couch that she knew was there. Leaning forward, she placed one hand on the arm rest to judge the distance and then jumped over the top of it onto the cushions below. Settling into the furniture, she breathed a sigh of content. It was dreadfully hot outside but however cheap the flats were, they were stocked with decent air conditioning. Not to mention that all she wore was a very large tee-shirt and some boy shorts. Delma never understood humans' obsession with covering up. She'd lived over half of her life in the nude. It was a natural state, wasn't it? Even when she went for a swim, she removed every bit of clothing. It wasn't sexual, just normal.

The silence was a bit overwhelming for the girl and she began to chew with her mouth open, smacking audibly if only to hear some sort of sound. Granted, it wasn't the most pleasant of noises but it served its purpose. It was a mere ten minutes later that she finished her treat and she laid back onto the couch, unwilling to eat another until her company arrived. He was sweet and had wonderful, fanciful ideas in that head of his. Nothing that suited herself. But the way he trusted a species that had tried to best to hunt merpeople to near extinction was admirable, if a little foolish, in her opinion. The fact that humans acted out violently against what they didn't understand would never change. It was bred into them. Mass genocide had become routine, terrorism was a frequent worry. No, the human world was hopeless. They needed saving, Delma knew that. And she would help see to it that they were attended in the way one would attend to a family pet.

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[JUDAS LEVI SAGAR]

Judas was glad that today was such an easy going day. It was so nice, to just relax a little, head out to a café, and buy some coffee. Read a book, and not have to stress about going to work, or studying for finals, because he needed the break. He had also needed to get away from the apartment he shared with the guys, just get a bit of fresh air really. Judas had always loved being in the fresh air, almost as much as he liked being in the water. Apart from, of course, acquiring his tail, but then again, that is the most free he has felt in his life when he was in the H2O. He sighed as he sipped his coffee a little, his eyes roaming across the book expertly. It was on the History of England, and he was actually really really enjoying all the facts. It fascinated him, and he made sure that one day he would have enough money to visit it there. Though maybe in the less rainy months, he didn't want to stay inside most of his time there.

That was when he ad felt the vibration in his pocket, a tell tale sign that someone was ringing him. He pulled it out, and pressed the 'accept' button with a little smile on his face as Delma's name and image appeared. It always made him smile, because for a blind girl, she was very capable. He was sure that her room mate was out, she had told him so earlier, so she had had to find the phone and dial him herself. He was happy about that, she had a good sense of direction and his number memorised if only because he was round hers so often, and he had just told her she could call him any time if she needed company. Their conversation was quick, but the intent was clear, she had too many doughnuts, she wasn't used to that much sugar, she wanted him to come round, the spare key was under the flower pot. He had been there so many times, he could not forget that it was there, yet he still had to laugh a little as she reminded him insistently every time she called.

He could understand the fact that she could only eat so much sugar, she was a mermaid, like Judas, but she had lived on a diet of fish and stuff, so her body was not sued to it. He pulled away from the table, leaving change on for the coffee, stuffed his book into his back as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. Pulling his bag onto one of his shoulders, he walked slowly, taking his time, enjoying the sunshine as much as he could because he loved the sun, and there was absolutely no sign of rain. He would have to take Delma outside today. She couldn't stay cooped up in that flat all of her day. It must get so dull. But he was quite proud of her, because she doesn't let the sight problem get in the way of anything, and she also had good hearing and a sense of smell. It all went towards being able to everything. Judas loved her, like a sister, and he wouldn't give a damn if she had two heads and one ear.

As he walked to her house, the key right where she had reminded him it was. Letting himself in, he looked around the flat, it looked like it always had. Neat, tidy with minimal things in there. It was actually really nice and cosy. He smiled when he saw her just laying on the couch, and thought he'd better let her know he was here, though she probably heard the door. "Hey there gorgeous, how's the sugar rush?" He knew his grin could be heard in his voice, he walked over to the couch, picked up her legs, sat down and then put her legs on his lap. "Right," He said, ticking her feet. It was nice to have someone that you could be so at ease wit. Her personality had always been something else, and he loved hanging around with her. She was an inspiration to him of sorts. "It is actually not raining for once, it is warm and sunny, and I will take you outside even if I have to drag you Delma." He laughed, because if he didn't put his foot down, this girl would never listen to him. Maybe that was better in the long run, but right now, he wanted the fresh air.

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[delma]

Delma didn't know much about nice days. Really, in this world, she couldn't go far without a companion. In the ocean it had been simple. She had wandered off quite often once she had managed to hone in on a good sense of direction. There weren't many places she couldn't go. With that voice of hers, ranging from a rich bass to a nearly unmatched soprano, she was made for water. The high sensitivity of her balance and nearly the rest of her senses was staggering. It was almost as if someone had anticipated her existence as a mermaid and made her blind essentially for that very reason. But on land, she was lost. She was always lost. There were terrible things, great and terrible machines that traveled on wheels and could kill a man in an instant. If she were to wander out into the street, it would be the last of her, surely. And so she tried not to leave by herself if it could be helped.

Of course, on occasion, she had to go to work when no one could be found to accompany her. For this, she had gotten used to calling a memorized number for a cab, asked the driver to honk upon arrival and then explained her predicament. The drivers were usually incredibly nice about everything and eager to please the girl if only to help their karma. She paid them and they went on their merry way, having done their good deed for the week. People felt compelled help the pretty blind girl. People pitied her state of being. It was irritating, the light and cautious way they spoke to her. If someone made some sort of pun about sight or slipped up and used the phrase "must be blind" in reference to someone who didn't notice something, they apologized profusely. And at that point, Delma either shrugged it off and remained silent and annoyed for the rest of their conversation or she feigned having been terribly insulted and consequently left their company in a fit of rage just so she wouldn't have to deal with their anxiety over her condition.

It was horrible, being the person that people walked on egg shells around. She was born this way. She didn't know what she was missing and didn't really care to find out. She was fine. For once, she wished that someone would have the guts to poke fun at her. To lightly make fun of her blindness as if it was just an embarrassing hobby, like collecting porcelain clown figurines. That would be a person that she would never tire of. Someone who could treat the situation with a casual hand. Judas did a decent job at not completely treating her like she was a broken toy. He didn't have the heart to jokingly make fun of her and for that, she supposed she should be grateful. At least he knew that she wasn't in a depression over the state of her existence. God, that adorable man. She was very lucky to call him a friend. Very lucky indeed. She thought once that her mother might like him. Perhaps they should meet. Last she heard, they were visiting the European shores of the Atlantic. Next time she heard from her sister, she'd find out just where they were hiding and plan a visit.

Suddenly, Delma heard a key sliding into the front lock, the turning of the door knob followed and then the creak of the door. It was Judas to be sure, her roommate having been out and about. And then there was his voice and Delma couldn't fight the smile that spread across her face. She had turned her head in the direction of the sound, blue eyes on a spot somewhere over Judas' shoulder as he came near. He made himself comfortable, manipulating the girl's body in a way that allowed both of them to sit contentedly. He wiggled his fingertips on the soles of her feet and Delma jerked sharply, laughing and desperately pushing his hands back up to rest on her shins. It wasn't sexual, this action. She knew his orientation and had a similar one. Delma was very comfortable with the human body on a level that was not solely sexual in nature. She had spent her life naked. No one wore shirts in the ocean. "It wouldn't take you too much effort, I'm sure. Feed me just one more of those cursed things and I'll very well seize my way out of here in a state of energy-induced epilepsy. Much like a cell phone that vibrates its way off of a table." Laying her head on the arm rest of the couch, she lifted a hand and pointed toward the kitchen. She was a little off, pointing more toward the hallway that lead to the rooms in the flat, but Judas would know what she was talking about. "The pastries are in there. Take them away. Maybe leave a couple..."

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[JUDAS LEVI SAGAR]

Whenever Judas was at Delma's he always felt at home. Always unflinchingly. She never judged, never looked at you weirdly if you said something stupid, she didn't even mind that he was gay, when you think about it, some people are just that bit more accepting than others, because as he already knows the world out there is harsh, and it needs people like Delma. Judas knew he needed people like Delma in his own life. The first time the two met had been in the water. Because Judas absolutely hates his tail, he got so freaked out that there was another person there, that he hid. He actually hid. He knew he was a coward, but this was just topping the charts. He was always embarrassed about hiding, and not just showing people who he truly was, let alone another mermaid. Of course Lauren was there, she knew that he was a merperson and she keeps trying to get him to love his tail, but it was not that simple, not that easy when your own parents look at you disgustedly, like you are a total freak.

It was Lauren who had spoken to Delma on that day. When they were hanging out, and she said it was okay, that Delma was blind and ultimately could not see his tail. He was a little shocked at first, and then he actually spoke to her and he liked her. He did not mind her sight depravity, he found out that she was a lovely girl and they were friends since then. Judas still sometimes laughed about his reaction to seeing another person. He was used to Lauren, but when there were other people about he freaked out because he expected them to have the same reaction as his parents, and Judas just could not face that. It was not fair that they thought he was a freak, he didn't want any more people in the world thinking that. So, now, some time has passed and he was sitting on Delma's sofa, after her sugar rush from probably one or two doughnuts, telling her that they were going outside. No awkwardness no nothing, and that was one of the reasons why he jumped at the chance to come round. He felt free and it was fun.

Her laugh was contagious, so Judas couldn't help but chuckle lightly himself. Then she explained about the doughnuts. And how they were really giving her a sugar rush. "You know, when a man is called to the rescue, they usually figure it would be something more ungenerous than a few delicious doughnuts." He grinned, and he was sure she could hear it in his voice. It was true, all the superheroes always flew to save the girl from the baddie, but it seems the baddie this time took the form of pastry. Though Judas was sure he would not have the guts to save the world, or a damsel in distress from real danger, he was much too lame and pathetic for that. It was how it always had been, though having lived on the streets had toughened him up a little, but Judas still felt like he had a phobia of danger so he was destined to be a coward all of his life.

When the mermaid pointed in the direction of the hallway, he knew she actually meant the kitchen. But her aim was pretty darn good seeing as she couldn't see. He stood up, placing her legs back on the couch again before heading into the kitchen to find a large box, with only a couple eaten off the top. He felt himself smile. She had told him that she used to eat little fishes all her life, so a little more than a little sugar would be too much for her. It made sense to have low tolerance of sugar having eaten something salty all your life. He poked his head around the door of the kitchen. "Ah, that's so pathetic Delma, you barely even started on these! And you're calling me to the rescue already." He sounded outraged, though it was merely in a teasing manner, "Someone might think you just didn't want to get fat, likes girl do." He mused, he didn't see this whole obsession with looking skinny. A curvy girl was just as beautiful as a skinny one. No man likes just skin on bones, that looked tragic and horrid.

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[delma]

If asked, Delma would never suggest that she was a particularly friendly or unfriendly person. But she didn't think that she was insufferable by any means. Of course, she did love her friends and however dry her humor and stunted her social interaction, she tended to show it. And Judas was perhaps one of her most favorite companions. Born and raised in a completely atmosphere. A merman, though. A merman that wasn't put off by what he saw as an obvious weakness. She could be defective. A weak link in the reproductive chain. Granted, Judas wasn't interested in reproduction. He wasn't interested period. Perhaps that is why she cared so deeply for the man. He was an incredible friend and had always made her more comfortable in any situation. He tolerated her sharp wit and occasionally harsh criticism of others. She was simply raised differently, in a situation where all people had to do in their free time was talk trash on each other. Delma was slowly breaking away from the gossip and mean spirited conversation. It was a hard habit to break. But with people like Judas around, well, she'd probably be just fine.

She seemed to be more comfortable around other mermaids. Granted, the majority that she had met were still raised quite differently than she. Their cultures were different and consequently, Delma was like a fish out of water and please excuse the pun. But to be around others, people that she had grown up around all her life, was something she preferred. So when Lauren or Judas offered their company, she jumped at the opportunity. In fact, Lauren and she had been together when she had met Judas for the first time. And really, despite the fact that she already found tails to be a normality, she had nothing to say about his fin. It was almost funny how he expected everyone, merperson or otherwise, to discriminate due to the existence of his tail. In fact, when he'd first confessed the insecurity, Delma had laughed, convinced that he was just kidding. Human comedic tastes were strange, anyhow. But when there was no further reaction from him, she had remarked, in her harsh way, that anyone that was to find his tail unattractive or unappealing was seriously demented, envious or consequently insecure themselves. And she had left it at that.

Delma giggled. She was familiar with the story of a night in shining armor. The man who came to the rescue of the damsel in distress, saving her from any number of concerns, including but not limited to dragons, evil step mothers, grand viziers and sea witches. And yes, this situation where she had called to ask for his assistance was definitely unique. "Most men in your position wouldn't point out the obvious. This is what compels me to remind you that you are not most men, Judas. And as it is, I am not most women." Even as merpeople, they were different. The odd ones out. It was another reason that they seemed to get along as well as they did. Although, they were truly individual, for even though they were both considered outsiders in a sense, not even they shared too much likeness with each other. Dark and light. Foolishly brave and needlessly cowardly. Their similarities went right down to their tails and their orientation and they nearly stopped there. The important ones, anyways. But the phrase that opposites attract tended to be true in their case. The pair, when together, seemed unstoppable.

Feeling him shift the weight of her legs, she helped adjust to better accommodate his standing up. He padded away and she stretched languidly and then sat up. Reaching up toward her hair, she proceeded to brush her fingers throughout, unsure of the result but knowing that it would look better now than it did as couch hair. She wasn't positive just how to appear outraged or surprised by she knew that it required ones mouth to fall open in shock and dismay. So she let her mouth open agape, fingers trapped up in her hair as she stared in his direction. "I'll have you know that those doughnuts are only a blessing in disguise. However light, fluffy and frosted they come, innocent in appearance, I'm sure, they will always be the heart of someone else's greed. A sustenance laced with a hellish substance called sugar that is nothing short of a narcotic, sir! Sold for profit at the expense of my sanity and my stomach's well-being." Delma moved her legs slowly from the couch and stood. Turning, she made her way toward the kitchen, arms out in front of her. Her hands bumped into the edge of the counter and she leaned against it. "As for weight, I have no need or care to watch it. I'll never have to look at myself in a mirror. And suitors are nonexistent, defective as I am," she scoffed sarcastically.

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