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Desire (iamwant) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-14 17:14:00

Entry tags:

death, delirium, desire, plotty mcplot

Who: Desire, Delirium, Death.
What: The Endless mortals get together for a pity party and possibly some pancakes. HA ALLITERATION.
When: Late afternoon.

Desire was six kinds of uncomfortable. It--currently a him, in this mortal form--was sitting on the steps of Harrod's, where he knew Delirium would be at some point or another. His head was resting against the wall of the entrance alcove as he stared at the people walking by, waiting for one or the other of his sisters.

God, how embarrassing. Delirium was a cheap facsimile of him, he couldn't get into the Threshold, and he felt all around...ugly. In reality he wasn't any less beautiful than usual, but anyone who knew him would be able to tell the difference right away. His cheeks were flushed, for one, his skin a healthy, normal (disgusting) sort of pink. And he looked all around vulnerable, strange and fragile instead of strong and composed. He was miserable. People were walking by him without so much as a second glance. He wanted to go home. And he was cold. Cold! Of all the indignities that could have been visited on him, this was by far the worst.

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ex_tempusfra525
2008-01-15 12:25 am UTC (link)

Glancing over at Desire, Delirium sighed a little sigh, eyes rolling slightly. "Yes. We should go eat. I don't understand why they insist on putting us in these things, while they're empty." 'These things', of course, being mortal bodies. His Sister was still very much herself, an idea that nagged the edge of Delirium's consciousness; there hadn't been a danger of Death, before, but now, the presence of his sister had Delirium slightly on edge. Death, as far as the act was concerned, wasn't a pleasant one.

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	justafriend 2008-01-15 12:47 am UTC (link)
	Death picked up on the slightest of prickles from Delirium's direction. It made sense. Mortals tended to either be drawn to her or fear her. She didn't let it bother her. "Let's go, then." Death offered her siblings her hands. She stood between them. "I know a great waffle place not far from here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	iamwant 2008-01-15 03:09 am UTC (link)
	Desire stood, silently happy to get off the cold steps, and put his hands in the pocket of his coat. "Lead the way," he said, glancing over at Death. There was nothing he could do about this situation--decidedly irritating. But it didn't mean he wasn't trying to come up with some kind of a solution. "Heard any news from our brother yet?" he asked, looking over at Death. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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