@quillsofmelancholy asked: âś brushing your thumb over their knuckles while you're both not saying a word, just existing quietly in the same space like it's the most sacred thing. for Dream from Delirium
He worries about her. Always has.Â
It was painful to look at her sometimes. Maybe you could go as far as frightening. fFor he remembers her how she once was. Remembered her before the world fell down around her. Before she changed. That was the thing, people changed and as much as Dream would always deny it, Endless do too.Â
That was something Dream couldn’t abide.Â
Change was terrifying, dangerous.Â
At least he told himself that was the reason. Reality is, he understands in some way why it had happened. He does, after all, hold the collective consciousness of all of creation in his realm. All of those dreams. Their wonders. Their hopes. Along with it comes their fears, the terrors and nightmares. He has found, in many strange ways, that mortals are beings of fear. Driven by trying to avoid rather than to reach a goal, or at least most of them were.Â
So there are rules, regulations, ways of doing things that he has single handedly decided on and then made canon because if he does that…then there is no chance of breaking. Tells himself that if he just follows those rules, does his job properly, that breaking in the same manner is impossible. For what happened to Delirium, must be because of…some unfollowed rule, and not the idea that they could break like the mortals.Â
It pains him more, to have to live with the realisation that his distance had done more damage, for no real gain except the avoidance of topics he did not like. Now he feels himself onlyÂ
He softens, his other hand coming to cover hers. He just gently lets it rest on top of hers and lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.Â
“My sister…” Dream’s voice is quiet, as if this is a conversation the universe was not to be privy to. “You are quiet, unusually so, what is it that troubles you?”












