pDelirium skipped through her realm before opening a tear in it finding herself in a large room of the mortal world. Yards beyond her was the man that she had seen moments before in Despair's realm. She clapped her hands and noticed that the string holding the Mr. Borghal Rantipole was gone from her hands. "I wonder where he could have gone off to..." Delirium shrugged as she pondered the thought momentarily before running up to the back of the chair. She threw her arms around it and covered the man's eyes with her small palms, "Guess who!"
pShe could feel him jump under her touch and then relax or come to some sort of middle ground between apathy and forced conversation. Sadness or some surreal off shot oozed from the young fellow's pores. "Lady Delirium, it's been a while." Even from his voice. Delirium wanted to take a can of aerosol and spray his body down with it. His sadness was coating the room with an slime that was reminiscent of the fluid that coats the handle of a brush when a young girl uses it to masturbate. Gooey and cold Delirium screwed her features together. The word "stuffy" came to mind.
p"Ohhh. . . . don't call me that!" Delirium pulled her hands away from the man's face and drug them along her thighs. The last action was unnoticed by her that served a self cleansing act to remove the ooze she felt. "It's much too stuffy that name is. Stuffy, stuffy, stuffy." Her voice was sing-song raising and falling like a kite that had its string entangled in a tree. " Just like Dream." Delirium thought fondly of her brother as she spoke to the young fellow who had promised to help her find her dog. "You know you look a lot like Dream." Delirium fondly spoke of her brother a smile spreading across her painted lips, "Only your hair is straight. Dream's is kinky. Like. . .pipe cleaners! Not like your sex." Delirium giggled with a sort of silver laughter that found its way through the ooze of self masturbation and into the boy's head. His eyebrows rose, and he almost smiled. "The last time I used pipe cleaners was to make a little spider." Delirium happily continued on her explanation concerning the connection between the boy's hair to her fondly thought of brother's and then her fondly thought of brother's hair to kinky pipe cleaners (not kinky sex) and then these pipe cleaners to spiders which brought her back to the boy she stood near. She giggled. "Do you like spiders that are kinky and black like my big brother's hair?" She bounced from behind the overstuffed armchair so she sat in front of him staring up to him from an equally overstuff footrest. He now sat up straight, well, straighter than before. The curve of his spine was only that of forty-five degrees presently. "How did you know it was me?" Delirium peered into the boy's ebony eyes that reminded her of her fondly thought of brother even though her fondly thought of brother had no eyes.
pThe boy shrugged a bit the raise and fall of his thin shoulders screaming to be seen under the cotton fabric that encapsulated his upper body. "Lucky guess." Delirium looked at the boy once again. Only this time she really looked instead of just looking. He was in one of "those moods" again. "Why are you here, Delirium?"
p"Because you promised you'd help me look for my doggie!" Delirium spat out her reply too quickly even for her own tastes. Something about that response didn't seem entirely correct. The boy looked her up and down then nodded once as if he resigned to her childish ways. "You're right. I did promise you."
p"But that's not the real reason I came here today, no I had something else that had to do with you, you and yourself." Delirium had not even fully heard the response that had come from the boy that reminded her of her fondly thought of brother. She was busy retracing her steps both literally and figuratively. She had hoped from the ottoman and walked backways while continuing her verbal recount. "Hm. . . what was it. . . I was with the Mr. Borghal Rantipole and then I was at Dream's and --- oh yes!" Delirium's voice jumped up an octave, and she was once more before the boy like a faithful pet on her knees leaning forward to the boy's face. "The Endless are fighting over you." She smiled slyly bright eyes sparkling as she touched his nose with the index finger of her left hand. "You are the prize in a war."
p"A war?" The boy's voice was skeptical. The heat wave that had coursed through his body beginning and ending in his genitals was slowly burning the ooze away from his mental body.
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p"A war of the Endless." Delirium leaned back onto her legs. "You see... you need us all all the time. Or maybe we need you all the time." Delirium touched her own lips in thought while her green and blue eyes flittered upwards, "Either way, all the time can't be. Cause other people need all the time. Not all of us all the time. Only some of the time. But your all the time can't be all the time or even some of the time. And rules that Dream has told us said that all the time is bad, and you can only belong to one of us. And even then not all the time, because all the time is bad. And I want to see if you can belong to me. Or maybe I can belong to you. Like a doggie. Speaking of my doggie-" A fish swam up from Delirium's orange hair. "-we have to go find my doggie. Or at least look. And you have to smile at least once. You can smile. Unlike Stuffy Big Brother. And we will go see the Pretty People again." Delirium thought of the last time that the pair had visited the memories of the boy's psyche. The Pretty People were all dead. Or at least unattainable. One of the Pretty People was a boy with white hair. Del liked this guy. She wondered why the boy liked him. Loved him was more the word she thought. Loved him very much but hated doing so. Del didn't know why. She liked love. She loved love. Love went with the Pretty People.
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p"The Pretty People." The boy repeated Delirium's last words.
pShe could feel him jump under her touch and then relax or come to some sort of middle ground between apathy and forced conversation. Sadness or some surreal off shot oozed from the young fellow's pores. "Lady Delirium, it's been a while." Even from his voice. Delirium wanted to take a can of aerosol and spray his body down with it. His sadness was coating the room with an slime that was reminiscent of the fluid that coats the handle of a brush when a young girl uses it to masturbate. Gooey and cold Delirium screwed her features together. The word "stuffy" came to mind.
p"Ohhh. . . . don't call me that!" Delirium pulled her hands away from the man's face and drug them along her thighs. The last action was unnoticed by her that served a self cleansing act to remove the ooze she felt. "It's much too stuffy that name is. Stuffy, stuffy, stuffy." Her voice was sing-song raising and falling like a kite that had its string entangled in a tree. " Just like Dream." Delirium thought fondly of her brother as she spoke to the young fellow who had promised to help her find her dog. "You know you look a lot like Dream." Delirium fondly spoke of her brother a smile spreading across her painted lips, "Only your hair is straight. Dream's is kinky. Like. . .pipe cleaners! Not like your sex." Delirium giggled with a sort of silver laughter that found its way through the ooze of self masturbation and into the boy's head. His eyebrows rose, and he almost smiled. "The last time I used pipe cleaners was to make a little spider." Delirium happily continued on her explanation concerning the connection between the boy's hair to her fondly thought of brother's and then her fondly thought of brother's hair to kinky pipe cleaners (not kinky sex) and then these pipe cleaners to spiders which brought her back to the boy she stood near. She giggled. "Do you like spiders that are kinky and black like my big brother's hair?" She bounced from behind the overstuffed armchair so she sat in front of him staring up to him from an equally overstuff footrest. He now sat up straight, well, straighter than before. The curve of his spine was only that of forty-five degrees presently. "How did you know it was me?" Delirium peered into the boy's ebony eyes that reminded her of her fondly thought of brother even though her fondly thought of brother had no eyes.
pThe boy shrugged a bit the raise and fall of his thin shoulders screaming to be seen under the cotton fabric that encapsulated his upper body. "Lucky guess." Delirium looked at the boy once again. Only this time she really looked instead of just looking. He was in one of "those moods" again. "Why are you here, Delirium?"
p"Because you promised you'd help me look for my doggie!" Delirium spat out her reply too quickly even for her own tastes. Something about that response didn't seem entirely correct. The boy looked her up and down then nodded once as if he resigned to her childish ways. "You're right. I did promise you."
p"But that's not the real reason I came here today, no I had something else that had to do with you, you and yourself." Delirium had not even fully heard the response that had come from the boy that reminded her of her fondly thought of brother. She was busy retracing her steps both literally and figuratively. She had hoped from the ottoman and walked backways while continuing her verbal recount. "Hm. . . what was it. . . I was with the Mr. Borghal Rantipole and then I was at Dream's and --- oh yes!" Delirium's voice jumped up an octave, and she was once more before the boy like a faithful pet on her knees leaning forward to the boy's face. "The Endless are fighting over you." She smiled slyly bright eyes sparkling as she touched his nose with the index finger of her left hand. "You are the prize in a war."
p"A war?" The boy's voice was skeptical. The heat wave that had coursed through his body beginning and ending in his genitals was slowly burning the ooze away from his mental body.
p
p"A war of the Endless." Delirium leaned back onto her legs. "You see... you need us all all the time. Or maybe we need you all the time." Delirium touched her own lips in thought while her green and blue eyes flittered upwards, "Either way, all the time can't be. Cause other people need all the time. Not all of us all the time. Only some of the time. But your all the time can't be all the time or even some of the time. And rules that Dream has told us said that all the time is bad, and you can only belong to one of us. And even then not all the time, because all the time is bad. And I want to see if you can belong to me. Or maybe I can belong to you. Like a doggie. Speaking of my doggie-" A fish swam up from Delirium's orange hair. "-we have to go find my doggie. Or at least look. And you have to smile at least once. You can smile. Unlike Stuffy Big Brother. And we will go see the Pretty People again." Delirium thought of the last time that the pair had visited the memories of the boy's psyche. The Pretty People were all dead. Or at least unattainable. One of the Pretty People was a boy with white hair. Del liked this guy. She wondered why the boy liked him. Loved him was more the word she thought. Loved him very much but hated doing so. Del didn't know why. She liked love. She loved love. Love went with the Pretty People.
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p"The Pretty People." The boy repeated Delirium's last words.