Because you're an idiot. [ Fondly. Very fondly. In fact, she pats the knee she poked with as much gentleness as she musters. ] Because sometimes you can be so stubborn and proud that you shut us away. I know everyone else are bad at showing or saying they care about you, about each of us, but we do.
[ Not their parents though. She's made her peace with that, that their parents are just too distant and too eldritch and inhuman to even remotely care about anyone else but themselves and each other. So, all seven siblings have each other, in various ways. Destiny is sometimes too much like their Father, exactly his function and purpose, and second to Dream in enacting his responsibilities. But Destiny cares, in his own ways. Destruction cares, and she understands why he left. He cares too much and then he packed his gallery, his sigil, and any of his things. The twins care, in their own little ways (even if Desire can be rather callous and cruel; Despair, awful and depressing). And Delirium cares, but Delirium is herself, and sometimes she's there, sometimes she's not.
Anyway! ]
Oh, no. Mad Hettie... I suppose, she asked. As a favor. [ she shrugs. The old lady in the 18th century telling her that Death ain't some bonny young lass, dressed entirely in black. ] Hob Gadling, you already know about that. Um, who else. You remember Madame Xanadu? Or well, that's what she goes by nowadays. She read her cards. The final one she pulled was really funny. Figured she could go on for a little bit longer, but I said, "You're not going to be as young as you used to look." [ Another shrug. ] She seemed to be fine with that, and you know us, we got all the time.
[ But has she answered his question... ]
You know, I think it's because I'm a little too nice. Maybe.
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timeasmymeasure
omg i feel like this is so long T_T
Date: 2022-10-30 03:39 pm (UTC)[ Not their parents though. She's made her peace with that, that their parents are just too distant and too eldritch and inhuman to even remotely care about anyone else but themselves and each other. So, all seven siblings have each other, in various ways. Destiny is sometimes too much like their Father, exactly his function and purpose, and second to Dream in enacting his responsibilities. But Destiny cares, in his own ways. Destruction cares, and she understands why he left. He cares too much and then he packed his gallery, his sigil, and any of his things. The twins care, in their own little ways (even if Desire can be rather callous and cruel; Despair, awful and depressing). And Delirium cares, but Delirium is herself, and sometimes she's there, sometimes she's not.
Anyway! ]
Oh, no. Mad Hettie... I suppose, she asked. As a favor. [ she shrugs. The old lady in the 18th century telling her that Death ain't some bonny young lass, dressed entirely in black. ] Hob Gadling, you already know about that. Um, who else. You remember Madame Xanadu? Or well, that's what she goes by nowadays. She read her cards. The final one she pulled was really funny. Figured she could go on for a little bit longer, but I said, "You're not going to be as young as you used to look." [ Another shrug. ] She seemed to be fine with that, and you know us, we got all the time.
[ But has she answered his question... ]
You know, I think it's because I'm a little too nice. Maybe.