I haven't got a button (open/active)

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Character(s): Delirium and... Dreamykins?
Content: Delirium plays with grass. YAY.
Setting: J7, Cid's shop/actua are area
Time: Wednesday night
Warnings: ... NONE YET YAY



The problem with buttons was that they got lost. Unless of course they were buttons, like the kind the four button-pushers of the apocalypse would push. Official buttons. Shiny buttons. Scary buttons even.

Del didn't have any of those buttons. Instead she had herself, well, most of herself. Maybe she was missing some, but that wasn't really a concern of hers. Having all of one's self was not a top priority for the youngest Endless.

She'd accidentally gone looking for something and hadn't at all found it. Or almost found it. In fact, Delirium was no closer to finding it than she was at getting closer to it. Finding things tended to be extremely difficult these days. With a small pout she continued walking.

Today Delirium felt a little older, or at least a little more ordered. She looked more like a pre-teen than a child and was wearing too big overalls and tie dye and her hair was almost all red.

Except for the tinsel.

She liked tinsel.

And the grass here. She bent down to look at the grass, because it was shiny. It didn't want to tell her anything though, even when she made it into boy-scout knots and braids and made little bunnies with square heads.

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"You like places like these, don't you?"

He stood behind her in the shadows, still and straight as he could stand. He had followed her the onyl way he could, following the inconsistencies of thought that was never really sure to lead him to her.

Luckily though, this time, they did. And for that, he was glad.

"Is the grass pleasant to you?"

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"Is the grass pleasant to you?"

Delirium could think of forty-seven people who would use phrases like 'pleasant to you' to describe grass. Or to describe the fun of tinsel inside grass that wasn't really grass and sparkly. However, only one of them felt the way he did. Felt being a relative term, because it wasn't velvet like her shadow but a rather something else.

"...it'S got spArkles." She announced, and offered him a braid of tinsel. Everyone could use some tinsel.

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He knelt down and attempted a smile.

All he managed though, was something short of tense and uncomfortable, so his face returned to how it usually looked: somber and serious. Boring -- that was the word he believed his siblings oftentimes used. Not that it could be helped. He couldn't be faulted, really, for being who and how he was just as they were as they are.

"It's very pretty." He told her simply, his pale fingers curling around her little offering. It sparkled -- she was right about that. And pretty was exactly the word he supposed was appropriate enough to describe the way it seemed to twinkle against his palm.

His thoughts wandered briefly.

The city was strange. He could not seem to find The Dreaming, or even a sliver of it (which he might have pried wider like a doorway), despite the number of citizens who, he supposed had to, at some point, lay down to rest. No matter though, he mused inwardly, though so briefly it was forgotten whe his eyes peered at their youngest again.

"I have a question, youngest sister." He stated simply.

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Delirium gave Dream one of her almost-serious looks. The left side of her face kept sliding into a not-really-smile that ruined the effect. He had a question, which reminded her of the man looking for a book. Or the not person looking for a book. He had called her Youngest, and not youngest sister because he wasn't one of her siblings.

"...it iSn't aBout a boOk, is it?"

She had no idea where the book was.

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"No," he replied, closing his fingers over the false grass. "It's not about a book." He opened and closed the fist of his hand, flexing his fingers. He frowned though, and beat around the bush for a bit. "Who asked for a book?"

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"...i mEt this pErson... who wAsn't rEally a persOn and he gAve me a nAme and he was lOoking for a bOok. mayBe. but noT a boOk like reAding rainBow." Delirium plucked a jewel out of the grass, giving it careful inspection. She hadn't ever seen grass like this (Not the touching kind, anyway).

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He sat down beside her, folding his long legs the way people often fold long, long towels. Slowly, carefully and very precise. "Tell me about this person." He offered her a faint smile. Being anyone's older brother was difficult if you felt as if you didn't have anything good to contribute to what little conversation was already dwindling.

He noted the way she seemed so intent on studyng the false grass. "It's like this everywhere, Del." He spoke her name, but cutting it short at the first syllable. Once he used to call her Delight, but that was a long, long time ago and she was named Delirium now. "They don't have anything natural in this place."

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"do yOu reAlly rEally waNt to knOw?" She couldn't recall when he had last invested this much time in a conversation. Not like it really mattered (and her memory was often faulty anyway, but it was something she thought about). A bit of a pause, as she ordered everything together. "hE's liKe not a pErson but not a noT-not a person. i mEt him aFter i was drAgonfliEs. haVe you eveR beEn a dragonflY? it wAs very fun."

Del. Del. People called her Del, sometimes because they forgot if she was supposed to be an irium or an ight. (Sometimes she forgot too).

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He offers her a small smile and realizes that he has fallen back into not knowing what to say. "No, I've never been a dragonfly. Is it pleasant?" He wants to avoid the question until a little later on. Being in this place and unable tor each his own realm is complicated enough as it is.

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"soRt of. liKe, uhm, liKe driVing with shEep goIng buzz. shEep don't go buZz do they? wEre we talKing about drAgonflieS?" Delirium waved her hand in a circle. She remembered that they were talking about dragonflies, but before that they had been talking about something else. It didn't seem to have been too important as Dream hadn't mentioned it again.

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He smiled and watched the way her hand went round and round. "Yes, we were talking about dragonflies." He paused and breathed in, contemplating whether or not it was an overall good idea to ask. He needed to know though. He did.

"Youngest sister..." he starts and threads his fingers together, steepling them in mid-air. "Did I die?"

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This was not a question Delirium got very often. She studied her brother, blinking, and then closing one eye and then the other and opening them both again. "...do yOu feEl diE-Ly? shOuldn'T you aSk our oTher siSter?" She plucked more strands of fake grass, and then blew them, watching them float away.

"...iS tHis beCause you wEre aLl saDly?"

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He smiles wanly, and wonders how she can manage to put such complicated and depressing things in such simple and equally acceptable words. "Yes," he replies, "I think I feel..." he trails off, knowing that the word, while sounding right from her will sound awkward from him, "sadly."

"I am... apprehensive to ask our sister."

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Delirium turns several things over inside of her head. She remember when, at some point and time before the now, that they had gone to look for her other other brother. But he hadn't come with them, and then she had gotten her dog. But it was then, maybe, that she had seen Dream in the garden (but not Dream-Dream, the statue) looking very sadly indeed.

"...weLl, i doN't feEl very deAd, and yOu'rE stiLl heRe with mE." She poked him in the arm, just to make sure. "...uHm, and thInking yoUr mAybes won'T help the aLmosts."

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He nods, solemn and keeps her words in mind. If they were together, of course it would mean that he wasn't dead. He would forward his concern to his older sister when they crossed paths again. He stands, his hands slipping themselves into his pockets. "Where will you go from here?"

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That was a difficult question. She had forgotten what she was looking for (having been distracted by sugar cones and nightmares and her brother and her sister). It had been something vaguely important, more important than an 'of'. "...mAybe to go lOoking for the thIng from beFore." That was a good enough explanation.

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"I see," her tells her, accepting her explanation as enough. The simplicity of Del's immediateness is often enough. He, however, dwells too much and too often on most things and when unsure of his destination, would often retreat to The Dreaming.

But there is no way to reach it now, and he muses on where his other sister might be.

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Delirium tilts her head at her brother, before standing up. She offers him her hand, "...whEre is yoUr goIngto directiOn?" She assumed that he had Important Responsibilities to do. Or go fulfill or something.