[for Del]

[asher_talos]

[dated to the 18th]

Today, like most days, the bookshelf was doing what it did best: annoying the shit out of him. It was back on the vampire novel kick and it seemed particularly keen on The Southern Vampire Mysteries books this time around. Now, as darling as she was, in all her Southern glory, Asher wasn't that interested in reading up on the Life and Times of little Miss Sookie Stackhouse and her wacky adventures. And, really, who could blame him?

Accepting defeat, Asher tried to convince himself that reading was stupid anyway, flopping down heavily against the length of one of the couches. Onyx almost mimicked the action for himself on the floor just beside him, topping it all off with a heavy sigh. Asher peered down at him curiously. "Over worked and under paid, huh?" Under stimulated, more like.

Asher knew that feeling all too well.

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[endlessdel]

Pregnant. Pee-argh-ee-gee-en-aay-en-tee. Short for Trouble. Tee-Argh-Oh-You-Bee-ell-ee. Definitly something unplanned; a consequence that she'd been too forgetful and stupid to imagine. A life lesson in humanity: expect the unexpected. But how to tell Asher, that was Delirium's current dilemma. Every part of her wanted to blurt it out or maybe leave him a series of clues like in the Da Vinci Code. Except no one would really like it if she wrote on dead bodies, not even the dead bodies that got up and walked around.

Spotting him on the couch, she paced to the couch opening her mouth to speak before darting away. Coming back again and then running away, until she finally stopped and sighed.

"i NEEd to taLK at You anD yOU'Re nOT ALLOwed to shOUT AT me oR THrow thiNGS at mE oR sic onYx on mE." Delirium said, touching her flat (for now) stomach protectively.