#delsane

      send me a ✎ and I’ll draw your muse wearing my muse’s clothing //                                                        @delsane // selectively accepting

The butterflies he notices first - of multiple colours and shapes, flying around him and chirping as little birds would, one of them looks like a golden fish and he reaches for them with one hand, feeling their wings touching his fingers. 

Dream doesn’t need to see to know who brought such creatures to his realm, but he almost smile when he see her shadow, without a singular form and velvety as always.

Even More Drabbles

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

He turned to her in his darkest of moments. When not even sunlight would cast away the shadows darkening his mind, when he was beyond the thought of reaching out for hope. 

Only since he’d lost everything he’d he become so familiar with her. Whether she was apparition or reality, Leo did not care. She spoke in riddles and he sought to unravel them, fixing himself in the process. Only he never fixed himself. He’d leave there conversations with a trail of pieces falling in his footsteps, unravelled, destroyed. She was a comforting nightmare, the only one who could understand what did not make sense.

And she sat in that bathtub again - Delirium. She had taken a certain liking to that bathtub, he’d noticed. Leo sat beside it, like he did every time, only this time, he was gripping onto her wrists. There was no care, no longing in the gesture. Only sheer desperation. It was a though he was trying to hold on to the last essence of who he was before, and instead finding that it was already gone and Delirium knew it. “Are you tormenting me?” he said. It was matter of fact, delivered with a blank face and minimal inflection. Simple curiosity lacking accusation. For once, they’re was no reply. Not a riddle in sight.

Sometimes, Leo wondered if she were even real. The way she was looking at him made him thinking so, but his concious grew louder each day that passed, asking him over and over ‘Why? How can you live knowing what you did?’ And Leo always agreed. He nodded to Delirium as if she’d just asked the same question. It took him a few moments to realise she’d said nothing.

He stood quickly, letting go of her wrists so that they fell against the edge of the bath with a cold thrum of noise. This time, she did speak. A response to his actions rather than words. Leo did not turn towards her voice. “Where are you going?” she asked in that chime of a voice. Whimsical. That’s what she was. Whimsical and insane. Then again, he was one of those things too. He knew it.

“Somewhere… I shouldn’t.” Leo replied, barely above a whisper. There was little need for him to explain further. She knew. Delirium knew too much and made of it far too little. With slow steps, slower than his rapidly increasing breaths, he left the small bathroom of his apartment. His hands were shaking. When it got like this, when he doubted and hated and wished he were dead, he had to see her. It was the only thing that calmed him enough. That fact alone made Leo despise himself all the more. He stepped into the darkness rather than turning to the light. He should’ve looked for the light, asked for it. Why did he not do that now?

A shock ran through his body as a cold hand clasped his wrist; Delirium had left her hiding place. Was she trying to stop him? 

“Let go,” he said, equally flat as before. “Let me go.”

Delirium did not terrorize. She did what was natural for her. She appeared and things happened. She didn’t have to search for them, because they usually found her. The situations, be it the usual ones or the ones somebody else would probably call weird or otherwordly were just the part of her life. They didn’t surprise her nor did they scare her. She was taking them as she went.

    “There can be thousands and there can be you.      You are here. Others are there. Ɗσωη. And it’s a      loooooong way down.”                                                    - still balancing on the edge of the roof,                                                                                                                          she lifted one leg up.

    “Lally, lally, I am a  cuckoo now.”

A smile appeared on her face. She didn’t seem to realise how scared the alien was - or more, she was indifferent to her fear.

Once she jumped off the edge and closer towards the female again, she reached her hand out for her. Something she didn’t do often.

{ Well met, sister.

         I hope the guardians of my castle

         allowed you in without trouble this time. }

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