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

[1000fish.livejournal.com]

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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[ithesandman.livejournal.com]

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."

[1000fish.livejournal.com]

"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).