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Another random ficlet.
He was in his throne room contemplating a fading nightmare when he noticed a large goldfish swimming around in his floor. He cocked his head. The nightmare disappeared into one of his waiting rooms to be evaluated at a later date. "Greetings, sister. To what do I owe this visit?"
Delirium used a jump-rope hooked onto nothing to pull herself out of the floor, her frizzy orange hair stretching like taffy behind her, still holding the pattern of scales. "i wAS viSitINg onE oF my peOple. uM. bUt tHey weRe sleEpiNg buT tHey caLLeD mE aNYwAy sO i cAMe aND wE plAYed bUt tHeN 'dEe Ee aAe teE aiCh' caMe ANd sAiD hE hAd tO go sO i diDn'T haVe aNyoNe tO plAy wiTh aNd tHeN i rEMemBerEd i foRgoT to sAY Hi. uM. hI." She waved her hand quickly and butterflies flew out of her fingers. She caught the last one and held it out.
Dream accepted the oddly patterned flower and set it on a table which melted out of the wall. The flower apparently hadn't changes as much as it seemed, as it formed wings and began fluttering around above his head, leaving behind a trail of orange and blue ripples. "Was that all?"
"wHaT?"
Dream looked away from where the crossing ripples which were forming one of his favorite sonnets. Delirium was sitting three inches above the floor playing with a wisp of red smoke in the shape of a wolf with a fish's tail. A mer-wolf. Dream tucked the idea away for consideration. "Did you just come to greet me?"
Delirium blinked and then tumbled over in a sommersault as the mer-wolf used her shoulders as a spring board to take off after the flower still flying around up near the ceiling. When she stopped moving, her hair was a dizzying theme on purples and reds, half spiking out in all directions and half pushing straight back from her head. Her dress was the same color as the edges of an eclipse. "Oh! i mEaNt tO teLl yoU tHat yoU arE mY fAvoRitE brOthEr. um. exCept fOr oUr onE brOthEr. anD eXcePt fOr. uM. Him. bUt i liKe yOU beSt exCEpT foR tHAt." Delirium beamed at him and it...hurt. A little. The kind of pain which was elusive and shifting. It reminded him of Before, when Delirium was Delight. When Destruction still answered the call to meetings.
He and Delirium had shared company much in those days, perhaps because people sought happiness in sleep much more then...or perhaps the dreams were sweet because they shared company. He didn't know. Either way, their lost sweetness was unparalleled in any dream since.
People of the current day often found bittersweet acceptance in dreams if he thought too long about it, but he owed his sister something, at the very least.
His voice was quiet when he said, "I am fond of you as well, sister."
"oK. i jUst. hM. i JuSt waNtEd YoU to kNoW." she might have said something else, or she might not have; at that moment, her mer-wolf tackled her and she fell through the floor with a surprised gasp. The smoke shattered on the floor like fine crystal which echoes in the room long after it should have stopped.
[Dream/Delirium]
I *really* like writing Delirium. I forgot how much I love her.
He was in his throne room contemplating a fading nightmare when he noticed a large goldfish swimming around in his floor. He cocked his head. The nightmare disappeared into one of his waiting rooms to be evaluated at a later date. "Greetings, sister. To what do I owe this visit?"
Delirium used a jump-rope hooked onto nothing to pull herself out of the floor, her frizzy orange hair stretching like taffy behind her, still holding the pattern of scales. "i wAS viSitINg onE oF my peOple. uM. bUt tHey weRe sleEpiNg buT tHey caLLeD mE aNYwAy sO i cAMe aND wE plAYed bUt tHeN 'dEe Ee aAe teE aiCh' caMe ANd sAiD hE hAd tO go sO i diDn'T haVe aNyoNe tO plAy wiTh aNd tHeN i rEMemBerEd i foRgoT to sAY Hi. uM. hI." She waved her hand quickly and butterflies flew out of her fingers. She caught the last one and held it out.
Dream accepted the oddly patterned flower and set it on a table which melted out of the wall. The flower apparently hadn't changes as much as it seemed, as it formed wings and began fluttering around above his head, leaving behind a trail of orange and blue ripples. "Was that all?"
"wHaT?"
Dream looked away from where the crossing ripples which were forming one of his favorite sonnets. Delirium was sitting three inches above the floor playing with a wisp of red smoke in the shape of a wolf with a fish's tail. A mer-wolf. Dream tucked the idea away for consideration. "Did you just come to greet me?"
Delirium blinked and then tumbled over in a sommersault as the mer-wolf used her shoulders as a spring board to take off after the flower still flying around up near the ceiling. When she stopped moving, her hair was a dizzying theme on purples and reds, half spiking out in all directions and half pushing straight back from her head. Her dress was the same color as the edges of an eclipse. "Oh! i mEaNt tO teLl yoU tHat yoU arE mY fAvoRitE brOthEr. um. exCept fOr oUr onE brOthEr. anD eXcePt fOr. uM. Him. bUt i liKe yOU beSt exCEpT foR tHAt." Delirium beamed at him and it...hurt. A little. The kind of pain which was elusive and shifting. It reminded him of Before, when Delirium was Delight. When Destruction still answered the call to meetings.
He and Delirium had shared company much in those days, perhaps because people sought happiness in sleep much more then...or perhaps the dreams were sweet because they shared company. He didn't know. Either way, their lost sweetness was unparalleled in any dream since.
People of the current day often found bittersweet acceptance in dreams if he thought too long about it, but he owed his sister something, at the very least.
His voice was quiet when he said, "I am fond of you as well, sister."
"oK. i jUst. hM. i JuSt waNtEd YoU to kNoW." she might have said something else, or she might not have; at that moment, her mer-wolf tackled her and she fell through the floor with a surprised gasp. The smoke shattered on the floor like fine crystal which echoes in the room long after it should have stopped.
[Dream/Delirium]
I *really* like writing Delirium. I forgot how much I love her.