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[ilovemykilt]

It's not actually possible to force himself to be happy, but Priestly can at least force himself back to work and back out into the world of people instead of keeping to the treehouse and slipping out at night to pick up whatever he needs to survive on. (He could probably have counted on Rachel to keep him supplied, but what kind of an asshole

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[endlessdel]

Delirium looked at Priestly calm and curious before turning her gaze to her sister sitting near by. Del made a face walking over to where her sister was and pressed a kiss to her cheek, a kiss into thin air as she stared at the beautiful and terrible face of Despair.

"Go away sissy you can't have him." Del said before wandering over to Priestly to hug him and hug him tight. "She won't stay, I won't let her. Don't worry about her hook in your heart, I'll make her go away."

[ilovemykilt]

Like most of the rest of the time, Priestly has no idea what Delirium is talking about but he gets the sentiment behind it loud and clear.

"Here, this one's for you," he says, pushing a pancake in her direction that has all of the different colors in it, in swirls and stripes. "I knew you'd come."

[endlessdel]

"Your hair is brown," Delirium said reaching up to pat limp, brown hair that was once the colour of stars and forests and happiness. "It's okay hair we'll have you blue and purple and red and orange and all colours soon. You knew? Have you been peeking in big brother's book? Naughty Priestly."

Delirium smiled at the swirls in her pancake, her sigil and her realm where in there. Before she would be able to grasp it and tug at the magic but she couldn't any longer. "Of course I'd come, you're my friend."

[ilovemykilt]

"Brown is a color too," says Priestly, but it's without much conviction. He doesn't feel like himself, so why should he bother looking like himself? Especially when he only has so much energy right now and it's going into other daily functions. "You're supposed to eat that. It's not just decorative. I can make you another, if you want."

[endlessdel]

"He doesn't mean it," Del promised Priestly's hair at the insult that brown was a colour too. It was but it wasn't a Priestly colour. It was a Charles colour or a Robert or a Wesley colour but it wasn't a Priestly colour. Del hugged Priestly tight, making sure to hug all of him before she sat and took the plate. "No! This is mine. MinemineminemiNE. It has my sigil in it, see? The swirl. That's mine."

Del reached for his hand or a piece of him, wanting him to know she was here that she would always be here.

[ilovemykilt]

"It's definitely all you," he says, even if he doesn't get the whole sigil thing. Not that he doesn't know what a sigil is-he reads comic books, or at least he used to-but he's not quite sure how that's hers. Still, he's not going to argue the point. "I promise I'm gonna be all right. You don't have to worry."

[endlessdel]

"Your hair is brown," Del repeated, mouth full of food as she attacked the swirl within the chaos of the pancake. "That is a worrying brown thing on top of your head clinging like a sloth. And I don't want sissy to have you, you're my Priestly not hers. She can have the funny Pie Mouth Gun Man but not you. Maybe if I dye his hair blue she might get confused and then you won't feel all brown and achey."

[ilovemykilt]

Priestly's hair isn't clinging like a sloth, except...well, maybe it kind of is right now. He just hasn't bothered in days. Maybe it's part of the reason he's feeling so not like himself, and not a symptom after all.

"I have no idea who the pie mouth gun man is, but sure," he says. "I'm down with that."