Comments | web_of_chaos: One would've expected her to find Desire's realm, and yet...

raverguns in web_of_chaos

One would've expected her to find Desire's realm, and yet...

Jun 08, 2005 02:58

There was more than one way to get into the realm of delirium and delight. Mags was taking one of the alternate routes--swimming rapidly downwards to it through crashing waves of alcohol. She held a half-empty bottle of vodka as she slipped past a hall of butterfly wings, each curling back from her as she stumbled.

( She was singing, Alanis Morrisette. Her voice was right for it--she'd probably sound beautiful if she wasn't slurring and sobbing. )

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patchwork_head June 8 2005, 08:14:46 UTC

Elsewhere, Patch was still sick, huddled in the fetal position under the covers of the bed they shared when he was in Del's realm.

mydelerium June 14 2005, 21:16:16 UTC

Gentle hands pressed back her hair, brushing it away from her face, wiping away the tears. Soft hands that offered comfort and warmth and a kind of peace, even if only momentary.

She had sensed Mags the moment the girl made her unconscious decision to visit her here... Things were getting bad out there, and although Del wanted to remain with Patch and keep him safe... She felt it was well past time for her to intervene.

It was a miriacle that the girl hadn't come her sooner, but her will was strong and it kept her steady... most of the time.

Del whispered soft nonsense words and settled herself down on the ground beside the bench, putting her arms around the girl's shoulders, waiting for her to cry herself calm again.

raverguns June 15 2005, 05:30:31 UTC

"I don't belong here, Del." She sniffed. This was so pathetic. Everyone looks at me like this... this invader... even the ones that don't KNOW!"

mydelerium June 15 2005, 05:36:04 UTC

Shaking her head, making a soft shushing sound. It doesn't matter, they don't understand... You are here because you are needed, you are welcome. Wanted. Kissing her on the forehead. They'll see it soon.

raverguns June 15 2005, 05:40:55 UTC

Mags was really drunk. She was not a happy drinker. She had that much in common with her ex. "This is so fucked up. You. Me. Him." She buried her face in Del... the Endless was like a mother and a sister and a best friend, none of which she'd ever had.

But she also reminded Mags of a couple of girls she'd known before she'd fallen in love. When she was confused and lonely and... and horny, really. And she had tried not to think about it much since. And yet, hours earlier, after a very cruel prank had been played upon her, a young girl in the Sanctuary had played an even crueler one. She sniffed. "I don't even know who I am anymore."

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