D E L I R I U M

          “hero types really underestimate the power of a strong jaw.”

For they think sometimes it’s a blessing not to know everything - Delirium thought to herself and she knew she needn’t speak because it was her and the connection between the two unlikely beings was stronger than between any two of the remaining siblings. To know everything meant to get lost. Stuck between the imagination and reality. Or more accurately – torn away from the reality and plastered into the world of madness. World that Delirium and Maniae knew all too well.

But she had to speak up. Their voices mixed together created an eerie, unearthly melody.

     “Moments like that happen all the time.       In  o u r  future. It’s full of oversights. Like       this. And that other thing we will SOON       forget about.

                    “All the time,      moments like that...

           Her voice mixed with itself, dancing            a dance whose steps were uncertain            yet, somehow, memorized.

“... I am almost CERTAIN that I have already                                                f o r g o t t e n.”

Hadn’t she? At some point in the future or even the past, the memory of their interaction would surely be washed from her mind. It had already been decided for her present to ponder upon. However, she knew better than to waste time on that. Such thoughts could only stick around long enough to make her head hurt and then there would most definitely be yelling involved at unseen others that would eventually pull themselves into a reality seen by the masses. 

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A face looking at her from the mirror. Her looking from the mirror at the face. Two entirelly different, yet identical creatures. Completely identical, yet different entities. Delirium and Maniae. Maniae and Delirium. The world shifted and started to swirl. Now she was there and there was her.

Two embodiments of the same force, or was it one force divided into two bodies? Del waved at the mirror and the mirror waved back. But not in quite the same manner. 

     “Hellooooo”

    One half of the mirror, or one side of a roughly created     reality stepped through the glass. Staring upon one     another she found herself accepting the situation while     giving little question as to why it happened to occur. 

              Maniae stared at herself, staring back, staring at her and found               that she was not quite as confused by the situation as one would               expect. When one came to expect confusion, even cause                confusion, it was not uncommon to be met by things that were               easily explained as being unexplainable. 

“heLLO”

               “You are the only one who would             υη∂єяѕтαη∂. Have you seen                  it? DESTINY certainly has not                 he overlooked... Thought that it                  was only two pages ｓｔｕｃｋ                 TOGETHER.”

A sigh. 

       { You’ll have to tell them that isn’t 

                    the case. I like my friends to be functional.

                    You could have called me in my gallery and

                    avoided the trouble }

          Delirium scrunched up her nose.           She despised undoing her doings           despite how harmful they may or           may not have most certainly been.           With a sigh, she turned in the direction           of the guards and shouted. 

“The WORMS are gone!”

          Before turning back to her stick-in-the-mud           er... brother. 

“Any view of things that is not strange, is false.”                     ― Neil Gaiman

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                                “ anyone ‘ave a drink? feels like me skull’s splitting open. “

 ❛ Actually, I’m a ton of fun! But I don’t think I would    find stabbing something enjoyable, cheerfully or not.    Neither should you, sis. ❜

             ❛    red is our FAVORITE color, actually.    ❜    his gaze never wavers as he shifts in his stance, crossing his arms over his chest.  ❛    how does it taste like ? ❛