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Delirium liked to keep an eye on her ice cream cart. It wasn't that she didn't trust the island*, it was just that she liked to keep her ice cream where she could see it. Preferably in front of her and not being stolen by evil burgers, thieves, murderous men named Norrington etc.
She was even managing to keep her own ice cream pilfering down to one a day, a miracle to say the least for Delirium. At her current consumption rate she could probably make it last six to eight weeks, give or take a few days for nefarious plans, parties and depressing occasions which required her to eat many. Like Ruth-Anne's disappearance or the vanishing act of James Wilson.
Taking it around, however, was hard and she had stopped midway to the compound. One year on and her human body was still not acting how she would like it to, though at least the voices and monsters had disappeared for a while along with her family. Dream was right; humanity was making her sane.
Delirium took a twister out of the freezer and settled down beside her ice cream cart. She her knees pulled up to her chest as she tried to make her heart and head stop misbehaving. The headaches were getting worse again and she didn't know if she had the courage to see another doctor about them, James had always made them better with his magic sweeties and the idea of seeing another doctor, ew, scared her. Although Chase didn't scare her; he was the Doctor's wifely woman after all and couldn't intimidate a gay guy out of a closet. Maybe she would go see him, maybe.
Delirium rubbed her chest as her heart continued it's little fluttery rumba and peeled the wrapper off the twister. If life gave you lemons then Delirium was going to make ice cream and eat.
*She didn't. It was Evil, in a 'you open a chocolate box and someone has eaten all the ones you like and left you with an orange creme or even worse a nougat' kind of way..
((Tag Del she'll give you an ice cream if you're nice or if you're mean and named House. And yes she had Real chocolate ice cream too :P))
She was even managing to keep her own ice cream pilfering down to one a day, a miracle to say the least for Delirium. At her current consumption rate she could probably make it last six to eight weeks, give or take a few days for nefarious plans, parties and depressing occasions which required her to eat many. Like Ruth-Anne's disappearance or the vanishing act of James Wilson.
Taking it around, however, was hard and she had stopped midway to the compound. One year on and her human body was still not acting how she would like it to, though at least the voices and monsters had disappeared for a while along with her family. Dream was right; humanity was making her sane.
Delirium took a twister out of the freezer and settled down beside her ice cream cart. She her knees pulled up to her chest as she tried to make her heart and head stop misbehaving. The headaches were getting worse again and she didn't know if she had the courage to see another doctor about them, James had always made them better with his magic sweeties and the idea of seeing another doctor, ew, scared her. Although Chase didn't scare her; he was the Doctor's wifely woman after all and couldn't intimidate a gay guy out of a closet. Maybe she would go see him, maybe.
Delirium rubbed her chest as her heart continued it's little fluttery rumba and peeled the wrapper off the twister. If life gave you lemons then Delirium was going to make ice cream and eat.
*She didn't. It was Evil, in a 'you open a chocolate box and someone has eaten all the ones you like and left you with an orange creme or even worse a nougat' kind of way..
((Tag Del she'll give you an ice cream if you're nice or if you're mean and named House. And yes she had Real chocolate ice cream too :P))