Delirium rarely spoke with family as a whole, normally just one
member at a time. She wasn't sure how they were all together at her older
brother's realm and not in their own but she didn't mind. She rarely got to
see her family as a whole, normally just one member at a time.
Delirium sat cross-legged on the smooth floor of her brother's home. Her eyes were bright as she watched her older siblings speak in hushed tones. They were waiting on one more of their family but Delirium didn't care, she rarely spoke with her family as a whole, normally just one member at a time. Unless you counted Destiny, he seemed to be more than one person, but only one. And Desire didn't really have a sex but she was still one person, only one. Like Dream, or Death, only one person. Kind of like how she had had only one doggie. But she lost him once. She also found him once. She couldn't remember is she still had him yet. She did have her fishie though. The ingenious Mr. Borghal Rantipole. She had made him a fishie and put him on a string oh-so inconspicuously so he could lead her.
There she was. Delirium looked up her head tilted to one side. The last of the Endless to arrive, Despair, and with her their prodigal brother Destruction. "I am grateful you have been able to come here." Dream spoke to both of them with a bow of his head.
"Why aren't we in my realm brother?" Despair looked at Dream with apathic eyes. Delirium still didn't know why they had all congregated the way they had. She rarely spoke with her family as a whole. . . normally just one member at a time.
"It was easier for me to call you all here to my realm then for me to call you to your realm."
"Mr. Borghal Rantipole would have lead me wherever I needed to be." Delirium smiled up to her brightly colored fish on its string.
"I'm sure he would have sister." Desire didn't look to Delirium as he lit up another cigarette from her heart shaped lighter. "I'm sure he would."
"This boy we can see from my windows. We should go there."
There was a nod from Dream and the family which Delirium rarely spoke to as a whole was transported to his gallery. Despair opened a door of sorts to her realm with ease delivering them all to her gray world. Delirium's eyes widened and brightened at the same time while she whispered to her fishie. "Mr. Borghal Rantipole, you wouldn't lead me here unless you told me right?" Her voice fluxed as she followed her older sister Death to a large arch-shaped window.
"There he is brother, the one you wanted us all to see." Despair motioned to the window. Through it Delirium could see a young man sitting in a large chair dark black hair (almost as black as Dream's) hanging around his face (which was almost as pale as Dream's but because he was human, Delirium thought the boy was human, it couldn't be white like the snow, but it was close). His posture was nonexistent as he sat, slumping his shoulders and back so he leaned onto his knees.
"He's pretty." Delirium looked to Desire who gave her a slight nod. "That he is."
"I remember him." Death walked closer to the window and leaned forward her thin ankh falling forward clinking against the window. "He's the one that was taken away from me." She shook a finger at the window. "And he didn't want to be taken either. Well, at least he's still alive."
"I don't think he feels the same way you do about that sister." Delirium thought it was funny how Destruction and all the other Endless rarely ever called their siblings by their names, only brother and sister. "I am guessing that Despair has watched him endlessly because of how many times I have visited him both because of what he brought upon himself as well as to others." Delirium moved through her family (which she rarely spoke to as a whole) to the window. She looked into it with pressed lips and squinted eyes before she exclaimed pointing to the window. "I know him! I know who he is! I see him sometimes. He's always so sad too, but he's ever so nice to me. Very nice, yes, very nice. He told me he would help me look for my doggie with me." Delirium turned away from the window. "Have any of you seen my doggie?"
No one answered but she saw Dream look to Destiny, the large rusty book still chained to his wrists, hood over his eyes. Did Destiny even have eyes Delirium wondered. She had never seen them, no one else had either. Were they pretty like hers? Two different colors? Green with silver flicks through them and vein blue? (Did the flicks go in the green or blue eye? She couldn't remember.) Destiny said nothing and Dream spoke. "He longs for you sister." He looked to Death who raised her eyebrows and gave the window another glance. "And is bonded eternally to you" Dream pointed a thin finger at Despair "because of you." Now he pointed to Desire. "I see this all in the Dreaming."
"It's not my problem." Desire looked up her amber eyes catching Dream's as he lit another long cigarette with the artful lighter.
"It is your problem Desire." For the first time Destiny spoke demanding Delirium's attention from the window. "This boy is taking too much of our time. We all have our own jobs we must attend to, and if we are all busying over this child things are not accomplished as they should."
Eyes turned back to the window. "Why don't you just take him to your realm sister?" Desire looked to Death. "He wanted to be there with all those who he wants."
"I know." Death looked into the window. "But I can't take him. There are rules that must be followed."
"Rules. . ." Delirium made a face wrinkling her features and clenching onto the string attached to the Mr. Borghal Rantipole. "Always rules. I want to see him again. But I want him to be happy! So he can help me look for my doggie. He promised me. We could find many treasures looking for my doggie. Like last time, when I found this neat word that meant green and red at the same time I think I have it here somewhere." Delirium began to search through the pockets and folds of her clothing.
"What will we do Dream?" Death still looked into the window.
"We will see who he needs more and then go from there."
"Mr. Borghal Rantipole, do you know where my word went?" Delirium mused. "He needs me most! Or is it that I need him. . ." She put on a face and placed a finger on her bright red lips.
"He needs us all Dream, just like we all need him. Don't be stupid. As long as he lives he needs us all." Desire cast the window a sidelong glance. "It's that simple. But the rules . . . who will go first?"
"Go where? Mr. Borghal Rantipole, do you know where it is Desire is talking about?"
"We all can't leave our realms at the same time little sis, things would fall apart. One at a time we will see this boy and by the rules we will see who he needs most. Or which of us needs him the most."
"Oh, let me go! Please let me go first! Let me talk to him again!" Delirium turned to Dream with a pleading look. "Oh, let me go first!"
Dream looked to Destiny who gave him a mute nod. "Go to your gallery to leave."
"Oh thank you Dream! Come on Mr. Borghal Rantipole!" Delirium pulled on the string running away from the window through the mists of Despair's realm.
Death still looked into the window when the other Endless dismissed themselves back to their own realms to wait for their turn with the boy. "Despair." Despair turned and looked to her sister who touched the window gently.
"Yes?"
"Do you think he may need me?"
Delirium sat cross-legged on the smooth floor of her brother's home. Her eyes were bright as she watched her older siblings speak in hushed tones. They were waiting on one more of their family but Delirium didn't care, she rarely spoke with her family as a whole, normally just one member at a time. Unless you counted Destiny, he seemed to be more than one person, but only one. And Desire didn't really have a sex but she was still one person, only one. Like Dream, or Death, only one person. Kind of like how she had had only one doggie. But she lost him once. She also found him once. She couldn't remember is she still had him yet. She did have her fishie though. The ingenious Mr. Borghal Rantipole. She had made him a fishie and put him on a string oh-so inconspicuously so he could lead her.
There she was. Delirium looked up her head tilted to one side. The last of the Endless to arrive, Despair, and with her their prodigal brother Destruction. "I am grateful you have been able to come here." Dream spoke to both of them with a bow of his head.
"Why aren't we in my realm brother?" Despair looked at Dream with apathic eyes. Delirium still didn't know why they had all congregated the way they had. She rarely spoke with her family as a whole. . . normally just one member at a time.
"It was easier for me to call you all here to my realm then for me to call you to your realm."
"Mr. Borghal Rantipole would have lead me wherever I needed to be." Delirium smiled up to her brightly colored fish on its string.
"I'm sure he would have sister." Desire didn't look to Delirium as he lit up another cigarette from her heart shaped lighter. "I'm sure he would."
"This boy we can see from my windows. We should go there."
There was a nod from Dream and the family which Delirium rarely spoke to as a whole was transported to his gallery. Despair opened a door of sorts to her realm with ease delivering them all to her gray world. Delirium's eyes widened and brightened at the same time while she whispered to her fishie. "Mr. Borghal Rantipole, you wouldn't lead me here unless you told me right?" Her voice fluxed as she followed her older sister Death to a large arch-shaped window.
"There he is brother, the one you wanted us all to see." Despair motioned to the window. Through it Delirium could see a young man sitting in a large chair dark black hair (almost as black as Dream's) hanging around his face (which was almost as pale as Dream's but because he was human, Delirium thought the boy was human, it couldn't be white like the snow, but it was close). His posture was nonexistent as he sat, slumping his shoulders and back so he leaned onto his knees.
"He's pretty." Delirium looked to Desire who gave her a slight nod. "That he is."
"I remember him." Death walked closer to the window and leaned forward her thin ankh falling forward clinking against the window. "He's the one that was taken away from me." She shook a finger at the window. "And he didn't want to be taken either. Well, at least he's still alive."
"I don't think he feels the same way you do about that sister." Delirium thought it was funny how Destruction and all the other Endless rarely ever called their siblings by their names, only brother and sister. "I am guessing that Despair has watched him endlessly because of how many times I have visited him both because of what he brought upon himself as well as to others." Delirium moved through her family (which she rarely spoke to as a whole) to the window. She looked into it with pressed lips and squinted eyes before she exclaimed pointing to the window. "I know him! I know who he is! I see him sometimes. He's always so sad too, but he's ever so nice to me. Very nice, yes, very nice. He told me he would help me look for my doggie with me." Delirium turned away from the window. "Have any of you seen my doggie?"
No one answered but she saw Dream look to Destiny, the large rusty book still chained to his wrists, hood over his eyes. Did Destiny even have eyes Delirium wondered. She had never seen them, no one else had either. Were they pretty like hers? Two different colors? Green with silver flicks through them and vein blue? (Did the flicks go in the green or blue eye? She couldn't remember.) Destiny said nothing and Dream spoke. "He longs for you sister." He looked to Death who raised her eyebrows and gave the window another glance. "And is bonded eternally to you" Dream pointed a thin finger at Despair "because of you." Now he pointed to Desire. "I see this all in the Dreaming."
"It's not my problem." Desire looked up her amber eyes catching Dream's as he lit another long cigarette with the artful lighter.
"It is your problem Desire." For the first time Destiny spoke demanding Delirium's attention from the window. "This boy is taking too much of our time. We all have our own jobs we must attend to, and if we are all busying over this child things are not accomplished as they should."
Eyes turned back to the window. "Why don't you just take him to your realm sister?" Desire looked to Death. "He wanted to be there with all those who he wants."
"I know." Death looked into the window. "But I can't take him. There are rules that must be followed."
"Rules. . ." Delirium made a face wrinkling her features and clenching onto the string attached to the Mr. Borghal Rantipole. "Always rules. I want to see him again. But I want him to be happy! So he can help me look for my doggie. He promised me. We could find many treasures looking for my doggie. Like last time, when I found this neat word that meant green and red at the same time I think I have it here somewhere." Delirium began to search through the pockets and folds of her clothing.
"What will we do Dream?" Death still looked into the window.
"We will see who he needs more and then go from there."
"Mr. Borghal Rantipole, do you know where my word went?" Delirium mused. "He needs me most! Or is it that I need him. . ." She put on a face and placed a finger on her bright red lips.
"He needs us all Dream, just like we all need him. Don't be stupid. As long as he lives he needs us all." Desire cast the window a sidelong glance. "It's that simple. But the rules . . . who will go first?"
"Go where? Mr. Borghal Rantipole, do you know where it is Desire is talking about?"
"We all can't leave our realms at the same time little sis, things would fall apart. One at a time we will see this boy and by the rules we will see who he needs most. Or which of us needs him the most."
"Oh, let me go! Please let me go first! Let me talk to him again!" Delirium turned to Dream with a pleading look. "Oh, let me go first!"
Dream looked to Destiny who gave him a mute nod. "Go to your gallery to leave."
"Oh thank you Dream! Come on Mr. Borghal Rantipole!" Delirium pulled on the string running away from the window through the mists of Despair's realm.
Death still looked into the window when the other Endless dismissed themselves back to their own realms to wait for their turn with the boy. "Despair." Despair turned and looked to her sister who touched the window gently.
"Yes?"
"Do you think he may need me?"