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Doctor Carlisle Cullen (doccullen) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-24 08:22:00

Entry tags:

arrival, carlisle cullen, complete, delirium

WHO: Carlisle and Delirium
WHEN: Day seven, early afternoon
WHAT: Even happy vampires brood
WHERE: Somewhere between the fair and the clinic
RATING: PG
STATUS: Complete

For as happy as he was for Edward and Juniper, there was a part of him that was jealous. A small part, and a part that he wished he could cut out with a scalpel as efficiently as he did tumors back home. But he couldn't and so he was left with dealing with his missing of his wife by himself. Jasper wasn't even there to make the feeling go away. Carlisle had never realised how much he relied on his son until that moment. All of his children, really. Even their very personalities, talents aside, were a help to him, and he hadn't understood it completely until his rambunctious family was taken away from him.

He walked slowly back to the clinic, his hands shoved in his pockets and a rather broody look on his face, for once oblivious to the way the sun made him sparkle. He didn't need to hide here, and he was far too wrapped up in his thoughts to really care at any rate. He missed his wife, he missed his children, and really, he just wanted to go home.

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time_breaks
2009-04-27 08:52 pm UTC (link)

That was a very good question to ask. It would get a direct answer. As soon as she stopped being distracted by the goblin. She studied the key and journal that he gave her, curious. "Was expected! See, Barnabas? The unexpected is expected. Just have to not expect it." The dog snuffled, and Del heaved a sigh at whatever he said.

Names. Names. She looked back up at Carlisle, biting on chapped lips. "Mm. Destiny is the eldest, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delirium." Seven of seven. "Endless."

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doccullen
2009-04-27 09:07 pm UTC (link)

Carlisle had experienced much in his time here, and more in his three-hundred years, but very little gave him the joy that her answer did. She was an idea. She was a Repeated Mean, a Mobius Strip. She was wonderful.

"And you are Delirium," he smiled, nodding. He wasn't afraid, why should he be? She was nothing if not harmless, despite what her name, and now that he was putting the pieces together, personification, warned of.

Shaking his head a little bit, Carlisle stood and smiled. "Would you like to find your room, Del?" he asked, going back to the name she'd given him, assuming that was what she was comfortable with. Surprisingly, he felt a great deal more comfortable just knowing what her deal was.

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