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The Deck, Wednesday Morning

It was a nice morning, with the first hint of fall in the still-warm air. Didi carried a mug of tea onto the deck to enjoy it, feeling philosophical. If she counted the time in New York with Sexton, her first anniversary as a human would be Friday. She wondered if she should throw herself a party to mark the milestone -- if she was still around at all. The feeling she wouldn't be kept tugging at her. Mortal life felt like a dress she had almost outgrown, a sentimental favorite she'd need to give up on soon enough.

She tried to shake it off as she sipped her drink. Going or staying -- whichever was going to happen, would happen without her worrying about it. For now, there was slightly spicy tea to drink and a blue sky to watch.

[OOC: Last public post as Didi.]

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"Ah, they would grow back. Little dancing feet." She could always float or something.

Del closed her eyes almost at the same time. "Something's leaving."

"They tend to go together."

A pause.

"Will you be okay, if we're right?"

Never mind that, y'know, Delirium was millenia old and infinitely powerful. Death still worried.

By then she was hugging her sister with a little too much enthusiasm. Go on, be worried; Del wasn't precisely the best nigh-immortal entity on the universe(s). "You are going back", and her tone left no doubt in her voice.

"I think so," Didi admitted, not much doubt in hers either. "It's weird. It's not like I have a note in my datebook about it."

Didid, you don't have a datebook. But she did have a hug to return.

"You forgot", came the answer, voice a little wobbly by then; Del was feeling more there than she had in quite a while, and she was both grateful and terrified by not counting with the veil of her own nature to cope with letting Didi go. "Human mistake."

That would be the cue for Didi's shoulder to start feeling a little wetter.

"What did I forget?" Didi asked, a little confused. "Oh, don't cry! It'll be all right."

If Del kept at it, she'd get started. And she already felt like she might.

Edited 2010-08-25 18:04 (UTC)

Even wiht her head glued to her sister's shoulder, Del managed to shook her head rather vigorously. "It woooooooooon't", complained as she tried to relax. She managed to do it halfway. She wanted to tell her, the things she had surely forgotten, how her time was not even meant to last as much as it had, and how now it was time to move on, to do what humans do in order to keep on doing what Endless did, but she couldn't bring herself to. Oddly enough, she couldn't take that from Didi, and her older sister had to make her own discoveries, at least for the last time.

"It's a bit unfair", whispered, breath mostly gone.

"That I get to be human?" Didi asked, a hand stroking that multicolored hair. "Or that I have to stop?"

Both seemed unfair to her, in their ways.

That multicolored hair that reacted like a puppy being petted at Didi's hand. At least Delirium was starting to calm herself. "That you can't pick."

Because with Del there was no such thing as an obvious answer.

"I'd have to pick my job." That was a bottom line, for Didi.

She was just going to enjoy the hell out of this moment, this heartbeat, this hair to stroke.

There was supposed to be a silver lining on some cloud at the moment, but Delirium's head was still facing the wrong direction for her to stare at the sky. Well, the hug would do then.

"When it's over, we have to talk." It was some sort of hopeless demand, but Del had to hang on something for the time being.

"Of course. About anything you want to talk about." It wasn't hopeless; they always found each other, sooner or later. The universe was only so big, and they had eternity.

Though it was easier to get in touch if certain particulars were taken care of.

"... did you find your gallery?"

Delirium forgot to mention that Didi already had a Delirium-sister from where she was from, and just nodded. Not even that would keep them apart, she knew that much.

Del raised her head, suddenly thoughtful. "It's somewhere", said at least; it was much better than 'I have no idea' anyway. "Too many corners. I'll put a tag somewhere." A trip to her realm was in order, apparently.

Didi knew she had another Delirium, it just tended to be easy to forget.
(Though it did make her abstractly wonder whose Morpheus they had seen.)

"As long as you didn't lose it for good," she fussed. "I should talk. You've seen my room."

And her realm. Both were equally homey and overcrowded.

That was one of those questions that was probably better to keep on guessing.

Del smiled a little. "I like your room." It was fuzzy and had a great sense of fashion, at least for Delirium.

"So do I. And I like yours," Didi smiled back. "And, hey, if we're wrong and I stick around, I'll let you help me paint mine. It should be a different color for senior year."

Del nodded back; she was wrong a lot of times. She was almost sure she wasn't this time in particular, but hope...it was such a crazy thing.

"Several colors?" Obviously the best choice.

Hope was infinitely better than the other thing.

"As long as they're all real colors," Didi said. "No ... green mouse ice cream colors."

Hope was the only thing someone like Del couldn't afford to lose.

"I'll try."

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