paixaorpg | Enter The Sandman [COMPLETED].

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Enter The Sandman [COMPLETED].

Character(s): Dream, Desire, Death, Delirium, Asuka, Yuki Eiri.
Content: Dream arrives in Paixao.
Setting: Through the Niflheim gates [G10].
Time: Tuesday, near-noon.
Warnings: None.

He studied the design inscribed and carved upon the gate before him, blandly fascinated by the familiarity of the symbology. Glancing idly over his shoulder he blinked once, twice -- three times, as if trying to understand why a line of people had taken it upon themselves to stand where they were at that very moment, as if waiting for some sort of person to admit them to the area beyond the gate itself.

After giving it some thought, he himself walked over to take his place at the line, though the expression on his face was hardly mirrored by any of those that surrounded him.

When his turn finally came, his hands remained in his pockets. A man asked his name while holding out a piece of something that appeared to be metal carved to look like what humans would call a miniature of a laptop. He'd seen similar trinkets before. But that thought was not for this particular moment.

Though not really surprised by the demand for his identity, he had to admit that he was a little unsettled by the way that man seemed to say it out of habit rather than protocol. Giving in though, he opened his mouth to say the following words: "I am the King of Dreams and Storytelling, he who rules over the reamls of sleep and--"

Only to have the man cut him off, and to find himself pushed inside and through the threshold of the gates (albeit a little more impatiently than what Morpheus himself was accustomed to).

Why, even Lucifer Morningstar would not dare treat him in such an undignified manner. Then again. People were people and he of all that knew perhaps no better than the rest.

Looking down at his hand he eyed the electronic trinket idly before slipping it away into the pocket of his jacket, and with a half-hearted gait, he walked down the street and into this new and curious-looking city.

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Desire was in a less than stellar mood, courtesy of the...chat between it and Death last night. The rape and subsequent death of the young girl outside the Wild Ginger had been sad, and Death's problem was that it was not the one who was feeling sad.

Or so it thought.

Death always did have a soft spot for the mortals.

Dressed as usual in an immpeccable, expensive-looking suit that flaunted nothing but exquisite taste, Desire strolled down the streets, idly smoking a cigarette and ignoring all the gazes that it drew. Pesky, unimportant little people; it was not in a mood to deal with them today.

It didn't quite know where it was going, but it bore no consequence; a little stroll around would do it some good, and besides, Desire had always liked watching people despite it's vague disdain for them.

And so it was, on a Tuesday afternoon, that Desire was casually making it's way around the city of Paixao that it's eyes fell on the brother who was supposed to be dead.

Morpheus.

Stopping in it's tracks, Desire's expression was - for the first time in a long, long while - one of shock.

Death had taken him, it knew that. But...why was the old Lord of Dreams here? Had her sister let him out somehow?

Nevertheless, Desire remembered its poise. It would get to the bottom of this oddity, somehow. "Ah, brother dear. How...interesting to see you here."

How interesting, indeed.

[OOC: Whee, Dream!! *loves on you* ^____^ Hee, Death, Del, and probably Yuki are going to join this thread a little later! 8D Teehee, and WELCOME TO PAIXAO, luv. The Endless family FTW. :D ]

Dream had been looking curiously at a tree that could hardly be said to be natural given that it was made completely out of glass and crystal when the voice intruded into his thoughts. A vague pang of irritation gnawed somewhere between what would be his stomach and chest were he mortal, but he pushed that aside to turn to face the owner of said voice.

"Good day to you, sister-brother." He said a relatively unsurprised voice. Truth was, while he would've much preferred bumping into Death -- he had much to ask her, afterall -- any member of the family was welcome. Though he might be forced to admit that this particular one, he was not exactly... how did the mortals put it? Oh yes, 'bouncing off the walls to see'. "If you would be so kind to tell me where we are... I seem to be... displaced, for the time being."

End of the line, the comment reverberates dimly through her mind. She doesn't have to get off -- her ticket is good for the round trip -- but she has nowhere better to be, and the symbology seems appropriate to some corner of her thoughts. She half-drifts, half-staggers through the open doors, stepping down onto ground that feels unsteady, hair wild and tousled, eyes dark and all but unseeing. To the world outside she seems the picture of derangement, or at least, given present company, as close to it as a wounded fourteen-year-old girl can come.

In her own mind, she's a kinda crazy sorta kindasmall hey yanno? if i'd absorbed those s2 engines if only i had i coulda been the one to control the reemergence of humanity not shinji nothimnotthatfuckingidiotihatehimihatehim but it's all okay now i'm just floating i'm just okay and the trees kinda made out of light and silk and i guess it's like nothing else huh, no place left on earth, earth, yeah, i feel like i whatthefuckingholyfuckingfuck--

She stares at the man robes black he's all black. like night but not-night. like staring into something not like a void but with content with meaning like what's on the other side of night like dreams, like dreams? and catches his gaze feel like floating drifting ohgod what's hapening it's like something pulling me something dark what unsure like endless endless dreams night staring forever and stands, regarding him, frozen in mid-sentence, not stunned but merely captivated. She doesn't know what she's seeing. She doesn't think of it. She doesn't think.

Last night's conversation with her sister-brother has stained her morning, but realizing very soon that it is unwise of her to dwell on such trivial things, Death has brushed that matter off of her mind. It was hardly difficult considering that she has Del's company. The three of them are also lucky in that they spent the night at the comfortable house of a generous elderly man living in Promenade Terrace. And so, Death walks along the streets of Paixao with a little bounce in each of her steps. It should be a lovely day today~

From a distance, she suddenly notices a tall gate of silver ice looming before them. Death turns briefly at Del, "let's take a closer look at the pretty gate!" She exclaims before breaking into a light trot with Del's hand in hers. This Paixao city is turning more and more interesting as time passes by and she is more interested in finding out everything there is to know about it more than ever.

When she is quite near the gate, however, three figures who seem to be regarding each other strikes her as intriguingly familiar. A bright smile appears on her face as she lets go of Del's hand slowly and proceeds to sneak towards the three figures.

She recognizes one figure as her sister-brother, the one she was upset at last night. Already coming to her conclusions regarding the matter, meeting it is hardly unpleasant for Death. The other one is Asuka, a girl who was once in the firm grasp of Desire's twin sister but is know starting to find her way to her youngest sister's realm. Meeting the two of them will usually bring a frown to her face, but not today. The fact that the last figure, the tallest of them all is here out of all places makes her happiness much greater than the anger she feels at Desire or the pity she feels for Asuka.

Once she is just a step away from the figure all in black, she gestures to Del and Yuki to be quiet. Standing on her toes so she can reach his face, Death places both of her hands over her little brother's eyes with a mischievous smirk on her face, "guess who..." she whispers while holding back a giggle.

Desire raised an eyebrow mildly, it's placid expression not betraying the curious questions that welled within her. Dream - Morpheus - was supposed to be dead, and here he was as moody and boring as ever.

"We're in a city called Paixao," Desire responded silkily, idle fingers brushing against it's pristine white suit. It took a particular pride in the little fact that it was probably the only one whose clothes did not catch on the grime of the city. Artificial or not, dirt was dirt.

Its attention shifting from it's brother to the fourteen-year old child approaching them, it's amber eyes twinkled with mild interest. The child had the scent of its twin sister upon her, and Desire briefly considered calling on it's twin.

"Well hello, Asuka." Desire almost purred, it's voice low and sultry. She was gazing upon it's brother too much for it's comfort.

And speaking of Dream...here came the one he had been seeking.

Ah, the ever-lovely Death. Desire had been less than happy about their conversation last night, but it was pushed away to the very back of it's mind, almost forgotten, for Desire was a creature of the moment, after all.

It watched as Death put her hands around Dream's eyes, and resisted the urge to snort. What a mortal thing to do. Ah well. Death had always loved the petty little mortals too much for her own good.

The atmosphere smells-- no, it doesn't smell. It smells of nothing, a tame artificiality, but it feels, somehow in some intangible way she can't grasp or begin to unravel of death, of desire and of dreams.

Even in her weakened state, she has her pride. She won't show fear towards the man in black, though his presence discomforts her. She feels close, too close to falling into the crystalswirlingdrowningblackabyss that laps compellingly at her mind's shores, threatening to drown her rational thoughts -- or what still pass for them -- in a raging stream of consciousness. She clutches at herself blindly, halfheartedly, trying futilely to pull the already skintight garment around her; she can almost taste her mother's blood of her tongue, the feeling of hands that never clenched around her neck, the blinding pain of spears like fire rain upon her defenseless form--

Asuka's dreams were never pleasant ones.

The girl in black-- she brings with her a vague smell of cinnamon, somehow, baked goods, reminding Asuka somewhat of her now long-distant home. Home, a homecoming, to return to the blackness of the womb... for isn't that what death is, after all? Asuka longs for her mother, longs to return to whence she came, for the eclipsing silence of death. She doesn't fear this woman, and rather feels compelled to step closer to her, to be consumed by her presence, the all-enveloping dark.

But it is the slender figure who catches her attention most, seemingly neither male nor female, she makes no sense of its lines, its shape; but within the boundaries of its being she can somehow taste the fulfilment of all she has ever wanted.

Her head spins with this influx of new ways of seeing, new ways of perceiving; the sense of death and dreams and desire that come from no normal perception, the feeling that she stands now on the boundary between human waking and some other reality, some abstract state of being. The world around her seems painted in vivid colors, a blue stripe here, a garish purplepinkgreen slash across the face of the sun; she smiles, almost childlishly, and in the next second she is a voracious animal as she crosses the distance between herself and the pale androgynous figure, and then in the next a helpless, pathetic figure, eyes pleading as a hand latches onto its arm.

Oh oh oh oh! It was like a family get together! (And in front of such a pretty Gate, really!) And there was such a pretty rolling mindgirl there too. Delirium let herself be led over to the Gate trying to look at Dream, Desire and Asuka all at the same time. She tilted so far she had to put out a free hand and balance on the pavement.

Delirium's hair was now a nice shade of red with little flecks of silver and blue and she was wearing a bright yellow trenchcoat now.

"uHm, so wE're alL herE... soRt of." She announced and sat down on the ground all sideways-y so she could look up at everyone. Delirium wanted her doggie, or she wanted her other other brother. She couldn't find her center without them. "...bUt not rEally. uHm, so mAybe... noT? oH, can i dRive?" She asked Dream, as if remembering something very important.

Yuki watched silently as Death went up behind some dark, disheveled man and put her hands on his eyes. Their earlier trip to the confectionary had resulted in Yuki slipping Del his own sugar cone; he hadn't felt like indulging in childish habits at the moment.

Death had gotten them a couple of rooms to stay in at a hotel - he supposed he was grateful for that, considering he had no form of currency and all, although right now he was briefly wondering if he should stop relying on them for accomodations.

That particular train of thought was derailed as he felt a strange sense of...something like longing welling up within him. It was almost lazy, but the sharp edge of...wanting brought his eyes up to meet with matching gold ones. It was indescribable, the tugging that rose within him when their eyes met. He wanted something, needed it, but for some reason, he didn't know just what it was.

Male? Female? He didn't know. He watched as a young girl grabbed onto the being's arm - he, or she, didn't look too surprised. Picking up on Del's words - and discreetly keeping an eye on her so that she didn't get into trouble or get lost - he carefully kept quiet, amber eyes flicking from Death and the man, as well as the young girl and the strange man/woman.

Did things ever stop getting less strange?

Any other man might have been given to smiling, but as this was Dream, smiling was a rarity on his part. He didn't reach up, he didn't so much as blink -- not that any of the others who had managed to appear in his presence would have seen him blink given that his sister's hands currently covered his line of vision.

"Guess?" Morpheus asked wanly. "Older sister, your presence is most recognizable, as is yours, youngest sister." He reached out a little as if to touch Delirium. "However, elder sister, I am inhibited by your gesture of affection as of the moment." He listened to his own words and decided that his choice of greeting was far more dour than he originally intended.

He... attempted a shadow of a smile. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, elder sister, but I'd much rather I could see you."

Guess? Older sister, your presence is most recognizable, as is yours, youngest sister. Death releases the giggle that she was holding back, while still keeping her hands over his eyes, However, elder sister, I am inhibited by your gesture of affection as of the moment. His words might sound rude, but Death knows her brother and she is sure he does not mean to insult. I appreciate your enthusiasm, elder sister, but I'd much rather I could see you. Death smiles brightly at her little brother's attempt at making a shadow of a smile, "Well, since you want to see us that bad," she takes her hands off of him, "I suppose I'll let you."

Death gazes up at the much-taller Dream for a moment, seeming as if she is trying to read whatever thought is behind those dark eyes of his. The moment passes and she turns toward Desire, giving it a wide grin, last night's quarrel almost wholly forgotten, "Hi there, sister-brother!" Her smile just a little less wide, "Hi Asuka."

She regards Eiri with a wave and gestures for him to come closer, "there is nothing to fear here, either." She points out Dream and Desire with a movement of her eyes, "these are my younger siblings; Dream and Desire," and then to her siblings, "this is Eiri, he was a friend of your... favorite nightmare," Death explains to Dream with a mischievous wink.

Dream looks at her, his expression unshifting, but had he eyes in the same manner that humans did, he supposes that they would be soft on his sister's face. He passes his glance briefly to the others, noting the young man, the little girl, and frowns slightly at the way Asuka has latched onto his sister-brother's arm. The girl was hurting, and only Desire's presence seemed to snuff out the pain that she was feeling.

While his own disapproval of Desire was more deeply seated in the personal, it was rare that he would choose to interfere with his sister-brother's work.

But the girl was filled with broken dreams. He was familiar with most of them.

And still, he watched, more comfortable with seeing her than the sibling he no longer regarded as friend -- a sibling, that for only for family, he would willingly disown.

Desire felt Asuka's hand on its arm, and it calmly shifted clear amber eyes to her, all too aware of the emotion that ran through the pretty young girl at the moment. The mark of her twin was not completely gone, it could sense that much, and her close proximity to the Endless had affected her; more so than that of a normal person.

Asuka was one of it's butterflies, ensnared in the deadly light of her own desires. A being of whim and passing fancy, Desire decided not to send the little one crashing and burning.

Yet.

A warm hand was placed over hers, and Desire was male, for the time being. A rich, almost throaty purr served as his voice, and he surveyed the girl, amusement alight in ageless golden eyes. "What, no 'hello' for me, Asuka darling?"

Desire returned Death's wide grin and greeting with a smile of his own, making no move to dislodge Asuka's hand from his arm. "Sisters," he murmured pleasantly before he turned to the one known as Yuki Eiri. Ah, a creature of many desires, that one.

One of his better-known mortals; Eiri was. Desire had been there when Kitazawa Yuki had come onto Eiri; then Kitazawa's friends had looked upon the young boy with lust.

A measly ten dollar note, and Desire's work had been complete. Yet another present for Death at the hands of Eiri Yuki. The Endless had been entertained by the balance Eiri had wrought with the death of his tutor. First came hurt, then came vengeance. It was a full cycle. Quite unfortunately, it seemed like his scars had never really healed. A few more steps, and Despair would have him; Desire could sense it.

Yuki Eiri was definitely under Desire's influence, if the subtle darkening of golden eyes was any clue. However, it held little interest for the Endless; Desire knew very well his effect on mortals just by his presence. And speaking of little interest, Desire's interest in the current conversation was dwindling, and he knew it was time to go. He had never been big on family reunions, and there were other interesting people to say hello to.

"I shall take my leave now," Desire murmured as he gently removed Asuka's fingers from his arm and stepped away. "I shall see you around, my dear siblings." With a wink and a smile bestowed to both Asuka and Eiri, Desire melted into the crowd and was gone.

Asuka shivers almost violently at his words, his touch, gazing up into endless eyes and seeing an intensity reflected in them that makes her almost want to cry, to scream, to laugh, to do something she doesn't know what she just feels and needs and a mllion senseless words come tumbling from her lips or maybe it is only her imagination, maybe she only believes that she is speaking. Maybe it is the world that is speaking.

She gazes up at the ersatz sky, stares up into the brilliant, glistening domes of cathedrals laid in gilt and crystal light, feels her head spin with the joyous wonder of heavenly music that flows in her veins. She feels bright wings sprout from her back and dark tendrils coil around her throat to crush and strangle her, but she is more powerful, and she rips the writhing things from her form with a strength unbefitting of a slender, injured girl.

Of course, none of it is really happening. She's delusional-- no, delirious. But she doesn't know that, naturally.

Too soon, before she can even register the movement those pure amber eyes have melted away, melted into the dusk and dusty swirl of the city atmosphere and she cries out faintly, stretches out a hand after the receding figure, falls to her knees but the crowd is already a shapeless blur and all she can see is red and silver and floating in her vision and the world ending and her mother screaming and above her head, the ceaseless chimes of cathedral bells.

Dream and Desire.

Yuki swallowed as he felt gold eyes on him once again, and the strange pull he felt was indescribable, and downright unnerving. But at least that explained a number of things, and he was definitely not going crazy. He turned to glance at the dark-haired man and Death as they interacted, but the being named Desire’s words drew his attention all too easily.

The…thing – for want of a better word - was gone too soon, and Yuki was both glad and somewhat…saddened to see it go. Oh well. It was better this way. He didn’t appreciate being seen through very often; it was fucking annoying, really.

However, he was distracted from his thoughts when the girl - Asuka, was it? - who had been holding on to Desire collapsed on the ground. Whether it was instinctive or otherwise, Yuki immediately reached out for her, crouching down and holding her slender shoulders without thinking. He was but a mortal, after all, and had not understood why Death – for all her friendliness – had simply stood by and watched. Ignoring the Endless’ words, he cut in quickly, not bothering to cast the dark haired woman a glare.
“Oi,” he spoke, amber eyes furrowing in what could probably pass off as mild concern. True, Yuki Eiri was a bastard, but he wasn't that much of one to simply stand aside and watch a young girl crumble.

Especially someone like her.

She looked terribly out of it, as if she’d been going through some kind of drug withdrawal or something equally taxing. Slapping her cheeks gently, Yuki moved slightly closer in a bid to gauge her condition. He didn’t need anyone dying on him; there were plenty of other things to worry about, at the moment. “Asuka!” The words are you all right? were just too absurd for something like this, and he settled for repeating her name, silently wondering what was wrong. Had the…thing’s departure affected her that much?

Death regards her sister-brother's word of farewell with a subtle nod, keeping her eyes on its disappearing figure until it disappears among the crowd before turning her attention toward the girl that Desire left behind. She does not know as much as she would like to, most of the time, but for all that Death is unaware of, the pain that passes fleetingly behind the girl's azure eyes is clear, and it is deep. Something akin to pity tugs at what would have been her heart if she were mortal, but Death makes no move to help the girl who is now on her knees, faintly crying out for Desire.

There will certainly be others who will come to her aid, Death is but an idea controlled by mortals so she must not meddle in their business, even moreso given the situation that this girl is already in the firm possession of her siblings. Even if no one comes to help her get up... that still would not be her business to be a charity worker, helping people get back on their feet. And yet, steeling herself from running over to her, Death is very glad that Yuki had run over to the girl's side, helping her like any human with a moral would.

Death often thinks that her compassion is a curse rather than a gift. She simply hopes that this girl's passing to her realm will not be a painful one; physical pain or another. With an almost-silent sigh, Death crosses her arms in front of her and looks away.

[ooc: oh lol, we're like editing our posts to fit each other XD]

[ooc: Yudith-darling, you can put Death's post up in response to Asuka's before Yuki's, hee! :D I'm sorry I hadn't caught Death's post before, so I modified Yuki's to respond to hers. 8D ]

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callmedidi.livejournal.com - 2006-07-04 11:03 (UTC) - Expand

"Drug withdrawal" would have been an accurate gauge of the mental and physical ordeal Asuka is going through right now, though not merely for the loss of Desire. She feels as if the world is cracking in two beneath her feet, as if her very soul is splitting, the bitter claws of reality pulling her in one direction and the lustful, insane call of death and dreams and madness ripping her towards another, more tempting, yet infinitely darker abyss. What she feels is, almost, the pain of withdrawing from her own sane mind.

Asuka looks at the figure before her through glassy eyes, seeing little more than a peach-colored blur. The sting of repeated light slaps register dimly somewhere in her brainstem, but she barely feels the touch, even as the notion of its happening does serve to jolt her from her internal monolog slightly. Her small frame trembles erratically, her hands clenching and unclenching as if trying to grasp at something unseen. Her pupils are widely dilated, her eyes jerking back and forth spasmodically, her skin clammy to the touch, her kneeling posture awkward in a way that might make one wonder what law of physics, exactly, is responsible for holding her up.

She manages a few aborted half-sentences, incoherent stammerings, before finally managing to get out something whole and complete.

"...mother?"

What?

For all intents and purposes, Yuki had never been called Mother before, but judging from the terrible, incoherent mess Asuka was in...she was shaking like a leaf, and despite himself, the blonde couldn't help but be concerned. He didn't know what was wrong, but from the way she clenched and unclenched her fists and her unfocused eyes, he knew that she was in trouble.

The problem was, what kind?

Pulling her fragile form forward towards him so that Asuka didn't fall backwards and hit her head, Yuki looked up at Death sharply, gold eyes flashing in annoyance. "What are you standing there for, Death?"

Death did not so much as flinch when Yuki shoots her a sharp glance with those amber eyes of his and yells at her with annoyance, What are you standing there for, Death? She lets out an irritated sigh in reply to Yuki's rather offending question. If only this mortal realize just who he is regarding, perhaps he has better words to utter to her. Death keeps her hands crossed, unwilling to extend it to help although the tugging at her 'heart' is anything other than growing weaker. She turns herself around and faces Dream and Delirium instead of answering Yuki, "I shall be on my way now."

She turns to Dream and gives him a fond smile, although the pain of not being able to help the girl is still there somewhere behind her eyes, "I am sorry I can't tell you more about this world than you already know, brother, but I need you to take Del back to her realm, or to The Dreaming if the former is not possible." Death looks at Del with the same fondness she gave to Dream, "I don't want anything unwanted to happen to her."

Death lets the smile slide off of her face before turning to Yuki and Asuka from behind her shoulder, "You don't need my assistance to help her," she says as coldly as she could, given the growing ache that disturbs her.

She's being held, close. No one except her mother has held her like this before-- and even her not for a very long time.... She doesn't think of how she could be here, outside Unit 02; she's not even registering that the voice that accused Death is most pointedly male. She just flings her arms around Yuki's neck and presses close, shivering against his shoulder, the light giggle in her voice threatening to slip over into hysterical laughter any time soon.

"Mother...!"

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

Fighting down the tiny trickle of trepidation at Death's response, his attention was thankfully diverted from the Endless to the young girl, her sudden giggles setting off alarms in his head. He felt her press close, her sudden warmth distracting, to say the least, and the novelist couldn't dwell on Death's words now. He knew instinctively that he had overstepped his boundaries with her; the instinctive apprehension he had at her words had made it all too clear, but to fuck with what now.

Without sparing the others another glance, his mind raced through the list of available options that were open to him at the moment. He couldn't leave her all alone here, that much he knew. Considering how unstable she was, it would probably mean her death if she stayed here, and Yuki would be damned before he would let Death help out in that particular way.

Not that he cared very much for Asuka's general well-being; the important thing was that she didn't die. And the sooner he found out what was wrong with her, the less trouble she would be, and he could be on his way again.

At the moment, it wasn't the time to be thinking of leaving, as much as he wanted to. Her condition was disturbing, and despite everything, it would simply be inhuman to leave this girl in the dust. Come to think of it...he remembered seeing some kind of hospital in the journal...

Digging through his pocket, he managed to fish out said journal and flipped it open, ignoring her almost-demented giggles as he scanned through it swiftly. Ah, there it was, Aiches Memorial Hospital. It was quite a walk, but he'd manage.

Cursing his luck under his breath, Yuki slipped the journal back into his pocket and pulled her close, slipping an arm under her legs and the other behind her shoulders as he got to his feet and hefted her up easily.

"I'm not your mother," he responded coolly as he headed in the direction of the hospital, tilting his head slightly in Dream's direction before he set off.

"A moment,young man." Morpheus calls out to Yuki. He feels -- though that is not the most apt way of describing it -- that which is ailing the girl. He has seen it before, most often in those who now consider themselves permanent members of The Dreaming, though there have been instances in those who come and go as frequent as waves in the tide.

"Elder sister," Dream speaks softly, one hand falling to her shoulder. "Linger awhile before you depart. I cannot guarantee that I can take our youngest anywhere," He walks past her, "as I myself am as confused by this predicament as any of you," and almost nonchalantly to Yuki and looks down at the girl for several seconds before his hand falls to her cheek. "Her mind is broken," he murmurs, stating the obvious, his voice seemingly without a trace of any emotion.

Del had gotten rather preoccupied with her feet which were not shoes but now had shoes on them. She thought the girl might be hers, probably was hers but she was so very confused now. Moreso than just averagely confused she was verily more than average confused. "...uhm, mAybed sHe can cOme home with mE and we can dAnce alL over the plAce?" She offered, before giving Dream a rather tilted look. Tilted because her head had found itself tilting.

"i caN go aNywhere, yOu know. sHe can tOo." Meaning Asuka, but maybe not meaning Asuka, maybe meaning Death. Or the other she, which wasn't here. "uHm. wE can go toGether plAces..."

(ooc: Dratted timezones >/)

Yuki halted in his steps at the man's voice, silently watching as he came over and touched Asuka's cheek.

Her mind is broken.

Yuki knew that, but the statement still surprised him. He didn't doubt the words of the impassive Endless, but the novelist wasn't interested in statements.

Yuki watched as Del spoke, saying something about dancing and going anywhere, and he frowned, silently trying to understand. Asuka didn't look like she was in any condition to be walking, much less dancing.

And since when did you care so much? A tiny voice at the back of his mind asked pointedly. It had a point there, as much as Yuki hated to admit it, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

If Dream didn't want her to be sent to the hospital for treatment, what was he going to do?

Adjusting the young girl slightly in his arms - he didn't even know her, but he instinctively knew what he couldn't leave her in the hands of these...beings. As much as they resembled humans, he knew they were far from that; Death's words to her siblings had made it all clear.

Was it blind stubbornness that made him reluctant to release her? It probably was, because he sure as hell wouldn't be terribly broken up about it if the girl was going through worse things. Humans were, as a matter of principle, prideful creatures, and he was no exception to the rule.

Eyeing them calmly, the blonde finally asked, his voice even and measured. He knew he should be afraid of them, of the power they obviously wielded, but Yuki Eiri never showed fear. He had learnt that important lesson many years ago. "You can help her?"

Death lets out another irritated sigh at Dream's reply, although it is less evident compared to the last one. Elder sister, linger awhile before you depart. I cannot guarantee that I can take our youngest anywhere, as I myself am as confused by this predicament as any of you. She turns herself around to follow Dream with her gaze, silently glad that she is allowed to stay as she does want to help the girl, in anyway she can. And yet she is also worried about Del, about what might happen to her in this strange place with strange people that she does not know.

Death takes Del's hand in hers protectively, guiding her over to where Asuka, Yuki and Dream are. She smiles at Del in reply to her younger sister's suggestion, ...uhm, mAybed sHe can cOme home with mE and we can dAnce alL over the plAce? Letting go of Del's hand, she ruffles her little sister's hair affectionately, "that would be nice!" and Death gives her a smile so she would not worry, "wait here for a moment, okay?"

Her mind is broken, Dream states about Asuka, and Death agrees to it with a subtle nod. She walks over to Asuka and Yuki, kneeling before the scarlet-haired girl and locking her gaze with the girl's, her black orbs relflecting whatever passes behind Asuka's azure ones. Death tilts her head in wonder in response to Yuki question to her brother, "How do you heal a mind so broken?" She asks cryptically, to no one in particular except maybe herself.

They're looking at her. They're all looking at her and crowding around her now the thing made of dreams and the thing made of death and the thing that wants to take her mind and splinter it into a million tiny flying yellow shards like mice or butterflies or fish in the ocean but her mind is already splintered and dancing sounds like it would be kind of nice, really. Yes, I'd like to go with you, she thinks she says or almost-says or manages to communicate in some fractured way that probably only the odd-eyed being can even begin to comprehend but no, NO, they want her and where is the one with yellow eyes and they're all coming for her and she doesn't want to go anywhere, she wants to stay here with Mother but this man, this man she is in his arms and he's holding her and it feels so nice but this is a man this isn't Mother and Mother isn't anywhere and everything is lost, she wants to be with Mother now, please somebody make it all go away....

The dream-thing shattered black eyes oblivion velvet cape infinity touches her face, caresses her. It isn't particularly tender, more an examination, but she doesn't really notice. Has anyone ever touched her like that before? Has anyone ever shown even such mild concern for her than these people not people things and they want you they're coming for you get out GET OUT NOW the world is not safe you're not safe here everything is crumbling...? She half-reaches up a hand to return the touch, letting out a small whimper of need and gratitude and something almost approaching pleasure, but she withdraws it just as quickly, meting the black-garbed man's... well, what passes for his eyes.

The one that smells of death and cinnamon and home tries to meet her gaze, and she tries to fix on it for a moment, something familiar, something needed, but behind those endless eyes she feels her soul being drawn into an eternity of blackness, feels herself being pulled to that other realm her soul being ripped from her body her mind being ripped from her soul and she feels nothing, she feels everything, she buries her head in her hands in Yuki's arms and howls for her mother and for the world to stop, though the cries come out incoherent, possibly, to anyone but Delirium.

Help. Heal. The words are almost synonymous in this particular case, and Dream wonders why he harbors some form of need to relieve the child of her pain. The child that lies in this man's arms. "I do not know if I can help her." He does not lie. He is unsure of how to piece together a broken mind. He is the Lord of Dreams, he is not the giver of life, nor the one tasked to take it.

"Others who fall to this illness often take their place in The Dreaming." He brushes a strand of her hair from her forehead. "They are the caretakers there. The menders of broken dreams, custodians of the world where the sleeping wander to escape where too often the reality of disappointments hold sway."

He looks to Yuki, his gaze depthless as the skies are infinite. "I did not mean to detain you from taking her to where care may be administered. But I would like to attempt something." He holds his hand out to Del. "Youngest sister, I have a request of you."

[OOC: I for one am fine with it! Ooh, all intrigued now! :))]

She thought spun sugar might be very good for the mind. Well, tasty, at least. Maybe she could have some spun sugar for the redgirl. Red headed girl. Girl. Delirium knew her name, she just forgot which way the letters went and... First the green eye and then the blue focused in on Dream. Focused because she was quite surprised, actually. The last time she had been this surprised she had been collected. She wasn't sure she wanted to be collected now.

"...uHm, i cAn't tie yoUr shOes." She announced, carefully. Oh, that wasn't what she had meant to say at all, but she couldn't unsay it.

(ooc: sneaking on at work eep)

"My shoes are just fine, youngest sister." Morpheus gestures again, his hand held out for the youngest of their brood. "Can you help the girl?" He asks. "Can you understand where and when she is at this moment?"

He cannot mend minds, nor can he piece together dreams, though he rules the world that these move within. He can make, and unmake, but 'fixing' is another thing entirely. "I cannot understand the fragments of her thoughts. But perhaps," his voice softens, "you can." His gaze turns briefly to the sister some may say he favored the most -- if only out of admiration that she could figure out mortals far easier than he now.

He moves to Delirium and looks down at her, one pale hand falling to her shoulder. "Let us spare our sister another task. This one need not go just yet."

She watched his hands. Her brother always made such funnyinteresting motions, like this and that all grand and things. Oh, the girl, right. The girl with the fun mind that's a lot like hers only smaller and it doesn't have a sun dial. Not yet, maybe she wants a sundial, then she could tell time. Delirium listens to her brother, but she doesn't think that will work. Help. Maybe it will, but she gets lost enough on her own with her own thoughts.

"...do yOu mean wHen inSide of a whEre? i wEnt inside of a wHere onCe, with plAstic caStles." Delirium made a poor imitation of Dream's hand motions, fingers swirling around in the air. "...wE should go toGethert neXt time... uHm, beCause we nEver go pLAces togEther, exCept that one tiMe we went an the chErry sTones told me thIngs..." She told Dream solemnly.

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