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[crazedingly]

[Del is sitting on the ground, staring at her feet. She's surrounded by drawings; there's Barnabas and Russia (her Russia, not the new Russia who said he'll be her friend but who isn't the Russia she knew) and Destruction and Dream, all standing around and smiling in a field of flowers and butterflies. The butterflies are flying around her and the

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[crownedingly]

[He's being followed by one of the overly fluffy blue bunnies he drew earlier. But, concerned look!]

Del? Are you okay?

[crazedingly]

I haven't been okay. Not ever ever ever because I'm not. I can't be. But I almost was when he was here. I had wings. Red and gold wings and we were happy.

[crownedingly]

[He doesn't quite get it, but okay.]

[Del, have a Sora!Hug]

[crazedingly]

[HUGGING DEL IS DANGEROUS unless you are her friend, which you are, so ok]

[But she doesn't react much, just curls up tighter. EVEN SORA!HUGS CANNOT BREACH THE SAD!]

WTF Sora!Hugs always work! D= 1/2

[crownedingly]

[He doesn't know what to do, or say, to make her feel better.]

[He's not gonna leave you alone like this. Not when you're feeling down. Besides, he wants to tell you he found Death a couple of worlds ago, and how they surfed and how awesome it was.]

2/2 Maybe this will work?

[crownedingly]

[Wait, wings? Red and yellow? Sora lets go of Del for a bit and pulls out two crayons. Red and Yellow.]

[He hopes you like butterfly wings, because bird-wings don't seem to fit and he can't draw those anyways.]

[Here, Del. Have a set of red butterfly wings with yellow inside detail on your back.]

WELL PLAYED SIR!

[crazedingly]

[Looks back at the wings and flaps them gently]

[...]

[Cautious half-smile]

They're very very pretty.

=D He has his moments

[crownedingly]

[So, have a relieved/happy Sora Grin.] I'm glad you like them.

[crazedingly]

[Chews her thumb]

I want to draw you wings. Can I, um, can I do that?

[crownedingly]

Go ahead! [He hands her his crayons--the red and yellow he had in his hands, as well as a light and dark blue, a black, a gray, a white and a tan.]

[If you have any colors of your own, feel free to use those as well.]

[crazedingly]

[Being Del, her wings involve a lot of complex swirly patterns in as many colours as she can lay her hands on, so she draws in silence, chewing her lip]

[crownedingly]

[He's waiting patiently for her to finish, yep. Just let him know when you're done, Del.]

[crazedingly]

[Sits back to admire them]

You look very very pretty.

[crownedingly]

[Head-tilt to look back at the wings and, woah--those are COOL. All spiral-y and elaborate and neat!]

Woah... [test-flap--they work!]

Cool! Thanks, Del!

[crazedingly]

[Grins!]

You really actually like them?

[crownedingly]

Uh-huh! [You totally cannot fake this enthusiasm. The wings are even flapping rapidly, albeit they did it once or twice. He's not floating. Yet.]