Her big brother was gone now. Gone like the other Despair. Gone like Delight, except not so much because Delight wasn't actually gone, she was just her now.
Her brother was gone now, gone like the dinosaurs whose great hoary bones she'd seen once in a museum her oldest sister had taken her to. Gone like the dodos, the strange appearance of which had many times caused her to laugh gleefully before they'd disappeared.
Her brother was gone, and there was a strange breaky sensation somewhere inside of her. She thought that the outside might follow suit, that she might burst into a multitude of crystalline pieces, coloured in shades of cerulean, jade, carmine, saffron. Glittering shards, maybe forming a picture of him in remembrance, like the great windows that were in his castle.
But no, the breaking within didn't herald a shattering of self. It just hurt, long and deep, like she'd lost something precious. Which she supposed was proper, since that's what had happened.
At least she'd gotten her doggie back. She wished, however, that she could tell whatever beings had guided the events of the past few days that that didn't make up for it. Her doggie was the bestest best doggie in the world, but while Dream wasn't the bestest best brother ever, he was more important. She felt a little bad for thinking this, because Barnabas had been so happy to see her, and she'd looked for him so long it seemed like it wasn't right to think anything was more important then him. She was sure he'd understand if he ever found out though.
She had gotten small, and was curled up on the face of her sundial. She didn't like it, but he had so she wanted to be there. She clutched her knees tightly to her chest, bicoloured eyes clenched tightly closed against the tears stinging at their corners. Barnabas was on his hind legs, supporting himself on the sundials edge and covering her bare arm with slobbery doggie kisses to try and cheer her up, but she was oblivious to him. She just curled up into a tighter ball, doing her best to stifle the breaking.
Something shifted inside of her, and she was suddenly startlingly aware that she was starting to change again. Barely different at all, just the very beginning of change. She hadn't noticed it happening the last time, not until it was all over and she could look back with the clarity of hindsight and see the way it started, centuries before it ended. Her eyes flew open and she whimpered slightly, the edges of her body slowly beginning to melt into a profusion of colours.
She wanted someone there, someone other then her doggie, a member of her family. But her gallery was still lost, and it was rude at the best of times to barge into one another's realms. Now, when it would intrude on any mourning they wished to do in the privacy of their own little world it would almost be considered a crime.
"Barnabas," she moaned, flinging one melting arm around his neck, eyes staring unseeingly into the bedlam of her realm. "Barnabas, I want my brother."
"Which one?" Barnabas asked, gently licking the tears from her face, eyes more concerned then most people could think a dog could look as he took in his lady's obvious suffering. "I'll try to get him, alright? Just tell me which."
But she just groaned, and buried her face in his coat, because her brother was gone now and all that was left was a stranger, and deep inside something changed, and would never be Delirium again.
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Hi. Breaking my silence of anything other then story a minute to say a little something about Del's changing.
We all know there've been hints that she's gonna start changing again sometime soon (at least as the Endless measure time). Personally, after flipping through the D section of the dictionary looking for something that's A) Not already covered by one of the others and B) Would suit Del's core personality I finally decided that my best guess for her next self would be Devotion. It seems like if that is the case, then her brother's death would certainly instigate the beginning of the change, and she does seem a bit more composed during The Wake then she normally does, which could be a sign of this.
Next snippet will be Destiny, then Despair, and Destruction comes last. Unless I decide to do one for the new Dream. Thanks to those who've reviewed. I know I'm taking stupidly long to put out parts considering they're just tiny little vignettes.
Her brother was gone now, gone like the dinosaurs whose great hoary bones she'd seen once in a museum her oldest sister had taken her to. Gone like the dodos, the strange appearance of which had many times caused her to laugh gleefully before they'd disappeared.
Her brother was gone, and there was a strange breaky sensation somewhere inside of her. She thought that the outside might follow suit, that she might burst into a multitude of crystalline pieces, coloured in shades of cerulean, jade, carmine, saffron. Glittering shards, maybe forming a picture of him in remembrance, like the great windows that were in his castle.
But no, the breaking within didn't herald a shattering of self. It just hurt, long and deep, like she'd lost something precious. Which she supposed was proper, since that's what had happened.
At least she'd gotten her doggie back. She wished, however, that she could tell whatever beings had guided the events of the past few days that that didn't make up for it. Her doggie was the bestest best doggie in the world, but while Dream wasn't the bestest best brother ever, he was more important. She felt a little bad for thinking this, because Barnabas had been so happy to see her, and she'd looked for him so long it seemed like it wasn't right to think anything was more important then him. She was sure he'd understand if he ever found out though.
She had gotten small, and was curled up on the face of her sundial. She didn't like it, but he had so she wanted to be there. She clutched her knees tightly to her chest, bicoloured eyes clenched tightly closed against the tears stinging at their corners. Barnabas was on his hind legs, supporting himself on the sundials edge and covering her bare arm with slobbery doggie kisses to try and cheer her up, but she was oblivious to him. She just curled up into a tighter ball, doing her best to stifle the breaking.
Something shifted inside of her, and she was suddenly startlingly aware that she was starting to change again. Barely different at all, just the very beginning of change. She hadn't noticed it happening the last time, not until it was all over and she could look back with the clarity of hindsight and see the way it started, centuries before it ended. Her eyes flew open and she whimpered slightly, the edges of her body slowly beginning to melt into a profusion of colours.
She wanted someone there, someone other then her doggie, a member of her family. But her gallery was still lost, and it was rude at the best of times to barge into one another's realms. Now, when it would intrude on any mourning they wished to do in the privacy of their own little world it would almost be considered a crime.
"Barnabas," she moaned, flinging one melting arm around his neck, eyes staring unseeingly into the bedlam of her realm. "Barnabas, I want my brother."
"Which one?" Barnabas asked, gently licking the tears from her face, eyes more concerned then most people could think a dog could look as he took in his lady's obvious suffering. "I'll try to get him, alright? Just tell me which."
But she just groaned, and buried her face in his coat, because her brother was gone now and all that was left was a stranger, and deep inside something changed, and would never be Delirium again.
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Hi. Breaking my silence of anything other then story a minute to say a little something about Del's changing.
We all know there've been hints that she's gonna start changing again sometime soon (at least as the Endless measure time). Personally, after flipping through the D section of the dictionary looking for something that's A) Not already covered by one of the others and B) Would suit Del's core personality I finally decided that my best guess for her next self would be Devotion. It seems like if that is the case, then her brother's death would certainly instigate the beginning of the change, and she does seem a bit more composed during The Wake then she normally does, which could be a sign of this.
Next snippet will be Destiny, then Despair, and Destruction comes last. Unless I decide to do one for the new Dream. Thanks to those who've reviewed. I know I'm taking stupidly long to put out parts considering they're just tiny little vignettes.