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[destruction1_0]

He sets them up.

He (accidentally) knocks them down.

He tries again.

He sets them up.

He (accidentally) knocks them down.

And Destruction laughs, a little,

(and the table rattles)

and begins to build his card house for a third time.

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Quinn's been making quiet purchases and quiet plans, and doing his work out among the stables, and- oh, any number of things. He'll be going home soon, and he's got so much to get done first. But here, now, he's fetching dinner-

Or he was.

This one- somehow, he doesn't know how- this one, he knows.

[destruction1_0]

You spend time wandering, you get to know people. Worlds. Places.

He flashes Quinn the eight of diamonds. And grins.

And sets about steepling the foundation row.

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Silently- he can't speak right now, he can't- Quinn moves over to watch.

He knows how it's going to end, but it's the playing-out that matters, right?

[destruction1_0]

Well.

There's a beginning and an end, but there has to be a middle.

He begins to lay cards out on top of the A-framed cards. "I'm really bad at this."

There's a deep, low, humming, buzzing quality to his voice -- almost subconsciously felt -- there are things going on. Change.

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

True enough.

Quinn settles down into a nearby chair- carefully, carefully; what little there is doesn't need to be wrecked, not just yet, not by him- and looks over the structure taking shape.

"It's a start," he admits quietly, as he doesn't trust his voice any further than that. "Bit loose, but..."

[destruction1_0]

"What isn't?" His voice isn't quiet.

A grin. A flash of teeth.

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Life, civilization, humanity's overlordship of the planet-

"Not much," Quinn admits. "Did you want a hand?"

There was a poem, once. Turning and turning in the widening gyre...

[destruction1_0]

A sidelong look.

More teeth. He halves the deck and slides one of the halves over.

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Quinn drops a nod and accepts the half. He's used to this sort of thing; you use what comes to hand for entertainment, really, and cards are easily enough preserved by travelers.

He works careful and slow, and starts off small. Less to worry about that way, really, when it all gets knocked over and he has to start again. But that'll come when it comes.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"Brother."

Dream is watching the cards. Or the potentiality which the cards fail to live up to. One of these.

[destruction1_0]

"Brother," he says, and turns over a card.

The jack of hearts.

"How's business?"

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"As ever."

Is the measured response, followed by,

"I should point out that I have given Piotr the threat talk. Kitty was not pleased."

Which, in its turn, is followed by,

"I would ask that you stay away from her, in your aspect, for a time. She has suffered too much."

And they share her, in a way. She is Destruction's. She could have been, should have been Dream's.

[destruction1_0]

His eyebrows rise, and he flips over another card. The king of spades. "Who made her suffer?"

Would have, could have, should have.

Dream has always been slow to change.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

He has. He'll admit it. Yet.

Would Destruction like to fight him for Kitty? Really?

"Her world, Destruction."

He says quietly,

"And perhaps Desire. I simply wish her to have a break."

[destruction1_0]

"Brother, can I ask you a question?" He sounds deeply amused as he picks up the jack and the king and leans them against each other.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"You may ask."

He might not answer,

"You may always ask."

[destruction1_0]

"Why did you give Piotr the threat talk?"

[silver-flecks.livejournal.com]

There are things which should be taken into account.

1) Del has not seen her favorite brother in a long time.
2) Old habits die hard.

So Delirium rests her chin on the table and stares at the card house.

"It'S, um. Um. NoT StAyInG uP vErY wELl. MaYbE hOnEy WoUlD hElP. Or MuCuS. I DoN'T kNoW."

A bracelet uncoils from her wrist, stretches, and sheds its metal skin to show a newt that begins to tapdance in front of her.

"Hi."

[destruction1_0]

"Sister mine." Destruction gives her a wide grin, and blows down the card house. "How are you?"

[silver-flecks.livejournal.com]

"Me. I'm. YoU kNoW."

He doesn't.

"Me." She nods absently before scowling at him.

"YoU. ShoUlD'vE bEeN tHeRe. I cOuLd bE mAd. I cOuLd. I gEt ThaT WAy anD SuLk AnD SCrEaM. I dO. I cOuLd."

There is a pause, as she picks up a card and begins to fold it, carefully, paper changing under her hands in substance as much as shape.

[destruction1_0]

Destruction folds his hands, and leans forward.

And says, sounding proud, and almost enchanted, "You changed, didn't you. I wish I had been there."

But in a way -- wasn't he?

[silver-flecks.livejournal.com]

She smiles, almost slyly, and offers him his card (http://www.nicemice.net/amc/photos/raw/2005-04-17-222910-icosahedron-origami-sakura/original.jpg) back.



She's not quite done yet.

Almost scolding, even shaking her finger, before she bursts into giggles and sits on the table.



The state of her train of thought hasn't changed that much, whatever else has.

[destruction1_0]

Destruction holds the card in his hands, and grins at it.

And at her. He likes it when she laughs. "What did you do?"

[silver-flecks.livejournal.com]

proudly. She shrugs.

That's not her problem.

[destruction1_0]

"And tell me, sister -- what did people think of your obscene beads?"

He leans back in his chair, lacing his fingers together behind his head.