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TITLE: blood and sand
AUTHOR:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
butterflysteve
WORDCOUNT: 981
FANDOM: Tabula Rasa (The Sandman/ASOIAF/Due South/Blade.)
PAIRING: Delirium/Robb Stark
RATING: PG-13 (Warning: Does include mention of blood and murder.)
SUMMARY: A series of drabbles of a possible future for Delirium of the Endless on the island.
A/N: For Caz who originally just wanted Del and Ray and Blood and it turned out into this. And there's still more to write up.
Ray.
There are things that Ray expects when faced with the former personification of Insanity, he expects; craziness (well, honestly everyone expects that), the objectification of his head (usually followed by cruel taunts about his nose) and the force feeding of something disgusting (ice cream, cake, everything she makes.) What he doesn't expect is blood or rather the punch to his nose followed by blood.
And he hadn't even done anything this time to provoke her. Well, he'd called her fat. Which to be fair to Ray she was looking rather rotund just like when his sister's friend was- oh.
Oh.
"You're-"
"Yes."
"Again?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you learn last time how to put a- ow, ow, alright already stop hitting me!"
There was silence followed by sullen glaring. Smetimes she made living with Asher look like easy sailing. A perfect, wonderful dream.
"Wait, is it-"
"No."
"Oh, well congratulations?"
"Hmmm."
"He's not happy then? The father, I mean."
"Ecstatic."
"Well, then what's the problem?"
"He wants to marry me."
"Oh."
"Yes, oh."
There were few things that Ray could forgive people hitting him for but pregnant, hormonal crazy women hitting him? That he could definitely forgive.
"Alright then, you want another pop?"
"Yes."
"Ow, jesus christ woman who taught you how to hit?!"
*
Arya
There were times for running and times for fighting. Now with blood on the floor and a child- Reynald- crying, Arya knew was a time for fighting. She didn't scream for him or for her brother, she moved silently through Summerfell until finally she found him, alive and unharmed.
"Auntie Arra!"
There was a moment when there was nothing and then there was a sword between her and Reynald. Arya was quick but she was quicker dropping the sword down by her side before she looked at Arya with relieved mismatched eyes.
"There was blood."
"Yes," It stained her arm. There were marks on her but it didn't look like hers. She moved her head, tilting it towards something behind her as she moved to Reynald. Picking him up, she hugged him protectively and shielded him from the sight of the dead body, bloody on the floor. "No one threatens my children."
Arya smiled. Finally she knew Robb was in safe hands.
"Welcome to the family, come on let's get you three back to the compound."
*
Robb
He watched her as she ducked her head, biting her lip in concentration as she wrapped the ribbon around his wrist.
"What are you doing-" She pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him gently. He shushed. She shifted in his lap, leaning into his body as he smiled at her. He pressed his free hand across her swollen stomach, kissing her neck as she continued her task.
It was the colour of blood. The ribbon wrapped around his wrist. The colour fire, the colour of her hair, the colour of her lips after he kissed her. And then it was a white ribbon; the colour of snow and winter and ice. She twisted it, wrapping it around his wrist and now hers. Two ribbons intertwined until she was finally happy with it.
"There."
"There?"
"I am yours Robb Stark."
Beneath the heart tree with just a ribbon and with just them present they were married. Though he never made the mistake of calling it that to her face.
*
Asher
When she took a step towards the elevator an irrational fear took hold of him and he turned her at the last moment pushing her towards the stairs. She turned, mismatched eyes narrowed as she glared at him.
"Two kids were more than plenty to be born in that death trap. You can take the stairs with me half baked," He replied, taking hold of the cranky personifications arm and guiding her to the steps. Delirium scowled at him, waddling the entire way before she stopped suddenly bent over as she gripped his hand tightly.
"Asher, Asher get Ro-" Del whispered before she dropped like a stone, collapsing in his arms. A puddle of blood beneath her.
"Oh shi- help! Someone help!" Asher yelled pulling the unconscious woman, his best friend onto his lap. "You better not fucking die on me Del. Help!"
Suddenly he'd wished they'd taken the stairs.
*
Death
There was a cool hand on her forehead, pale, soothing as she brushed her hair back from her face. Delirium stared looking up into familiar calm blue eyes and sighed. She knew that face, she knew those hands.
"Sister?"
It was time but she didn't want to go. She wasn't ready to go.
"No, not yet. Please, I need more time."
"What? No, silly don't be- it's not time. You still have time." Her sister's voice was like calm water, wings and sunshine. It was eternity. It was home.
"I don't understand. You're here, you're here with me."
"You forget sister, you're getting too human. I'm here for him." She smiled, staring at the newborn crying and wailing happily in his father's arms. Delirium took a startled breath, staring at her sister horrified. She smiled sweetly at her youngest sibling. "I'm here to welcome him into the world."
"Oh."
"You're awake," The relief in Robb's voice was palpable. She could taste in on her tongue when he kissed her, when he touched her arm and when he pressed his forehead against hers. He sat with her quietly before he finally pulled away. "There's someone I'd like you to meet, this is your son. This is our son."
"Oh, oh hello." Del said quietly, taking him from Robb's arms. Del looked up, looking for her sister. Death bent, pressing pale lips to his forehead and welcoming him into their family. Del smiled, wiping her eyes as she bent to kiss him too. "Hello you."
*
AUTHOR:
butterflysteveWORDCOUNT: 981
FANDOM: Tabula Rasa (The Sandman/ASOIAF/Due South/Blade.)
PAIRING: Delirium/Robb Stark
RATING: PG-13 (Warning: Does include mention of blood and murder.)
SUMMARY: A series of drabbles of a possible future for Delirium of the Endless on the island.
A/N: For Caz who originally just wanted Del and Ray and Blood and it turned out into this. And there's still more to write up.
Ray.
There are things that Ray expects when faced with the former personification of Insanity, he expects; craziness (well, honestly everyone expects that), the objectification of his head (usually followed by cruel taunts about his nose) and the force feeding of something disgusting (ice cream, cake, everything she makes.) What he doesn't expect is blood or rather the punch to his nose followed by blood.
And he hadn't even done anything this time to provoke her. Well, he'd called her fat. Which to be fair to Ray she was looking rather rotund just like when his sister's friend was- oh.
Oh.
"You're-"
"Yes."
"Again?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you learn last time how to put a- ow, ow, alright already stop hitting me!"
There was silence followed by sullen glaring. Smetimes she made living with Asher look like easy sailing. A perfect, wonderful dream.
"Wait, is it-"
"No."
"Oh, well congratulations?"
"Hmmm."
"He's not happy then? The father, I mean."
"Ecstatic."
"Well, then what's the problem?"
"He wants to marry me."
"Oh."
"Yes, oh."
There were few things that Ray could forgive people hitting him for but pregnant, hormonal crazy women hitting him? That he could definitely forgive.
"Alright then, you want another pop?"
"Yes."
"Ow, jesus christ woman who taught you how to hit?!"
*
Arya
There were times for running and times for fighting. Now with blood on the floor and a child- Reynald- crying, Arya knew was a time for fighting. She didn't scream for him or for her brother, she moved silently through Summerfell until finally she found him, alive and unharmed.
"Auntie Arra!"
There was a moment when there was nothing and then there was a sword between her and Reynald. Arya was quick but she was quicker dropping the sword down by her side before she looked at Arya with relieved mismatched eyes.
"There was blood."
"Yes," It stained her arm. There were marks on her but it didn't look like hers. She moved her head, tilting it towards something behind her as she moved to Reynald. Picking him up, she hugged him protectively and shielded him from the sight of the dead body, bloody on the floor. "No one threatens my children."
Arya smiled. Finally she knew Robb was in safe hands.
"Welcome to the family, come on let's get you three back to the compound."
*
Robb
He watched her as she ducked her head, biting her lip in concentration as she wrapped the ribbon around his wrist.
"What are you doing-" She pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him gently. He shushed. She shifted in his lap, leaning into his body as he smiled at her. He pressed his free hand across her swollen stomach, kissing her neck as she continued her task.
It was the colour of blood. The ribbon wrapped around his wrist. The colour fire, the colour of her hair, the colour of her lips after he kissed her. And then it was a white ribbon; the colour of snow and winter and ice. She twisted it, wrapping it around his wrist and now hers. Two ribbons intertwined until she was finally happy with it.
"There."
"There?"
"I am yours Robb Stark."
Beneath the heart tree with just a ribbon and with just them present they were married. Though he never made the mistake of calling it that to her face.
*
Asher
When she took a step towards the elevator an irrational fear took hold of him and he turned her at the last moment pushing her towards the stairs. She turned, mismatched eyes narrowed as she glared at him.
"Two kids were more than plenty to be born in that death trap. You can take the stairs with me half baked," He replied, taking hold of the cranky personifications arm and guiding her to the steps. Delirium scowled at him, waddling the entire way before she stopped suddenly bent over as she gripped his hand tightly.
"Asher, Asher get Ro-" Del whispered before she dropped like a stone, collapsing in his arms. A puddle of blood beneath her.
"Oh shi- help! Someone help!" Asher yelled pulling the unconscious woman, his best friend onto his lap. "You better not fucking die on me Del. Help!"
Suddenly he'd wished they'd taken the stairs.
*
Death
There was a cool hand on her forehead, pale, soothing as she brushed her hair back from her face. Delirium stared looking up into familiar calm blue eyes and sighed. She knew that face, she knew those hands.
"Sister?"
It was time but she didn't want to go. She wasn't ready to go.
"No, not yet. Please, I need more time."
"What? No, silly don't be- it's not time. You still have time." Her sister's voice was like calm water, wings and sunshine. It was eternity. It was home.
"I don't understand. You're here, you're here with me."
"You forget sister, you're getting too human. I'm here for him." She smiled, staring at the newborn crying and wailing happily in his father's arms. Delirium took a startled breath, staring at her sister horrified. She smiled sweetly at her youngest sibling. "I'm here to welcome him into the world."
"Oh."
"You're awake," The relief in Robb's voice was palpable. She could taste in on her tongue when he kissed her, when he touched her arm and when he pressed his forehead against hers. He sat with her quietly before he finally pulled away. "There's someone I'd like you to meet, this is your son. This is our son."
"Oh, oh hello." Del said quietly, taking him from Robb's arms. Del looked up, looking for her sister. Death bent, pressing pale lips to his forehead and welcoming him into their family. Del smiled, wiping her eyes as she bent to kiss him too. "Hello you."
*
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