On Having Finally Moved Her Over

[granddaughterofdeath]

 Hm, you say you were too busy but I am still in your head space. You have not even made an attempt on any of your academic essays, and you have spent most of your time re-watching animated moving pictures instead of even taking a look at the reading you ought to do. Why you are not leaving well enough alone when you've got far too much to be getting on with I'll never know. 

Well, I hope you have no intention of putting me in a game any time soon. You know you have not got the time

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[faerywishes]

Surely you're too harsh, time is such a fluid notion.

[granddaughterofdeath]

Only for Time. For mortals, it is a very fixed thing.

[faerywishes]

Sounds insufferable. You should really look into doing something about that.

[granddaughterofdeath]

I should look into doing something about it? I was not aware that Time was under my control for persons other than myself. Perhaps it is a power I have been woefully ignorant of.

[faerywishes]

Susan dear, you know as well as I do that the man's an old coward. I very much doubt he would refuse you anything.

[granddaughterofdeath]

Time is a friend, and I do not intent to abuse the friendship

[faerywishes]

A friend? [He snorts entirely unsubtly] A lecherous old coward. And dull. Very dull.

[granddaughterofdeath]

Do we mean dull by your standards? If we do, then many things would be dull.

[faerywishes]

Many things are dull. Many people too.

[granddaughterofdeath]

And who in your grand opinion composes the list of the not dull?

[faerywishes]

The Sandman, we have an arrangement about passage through dreams. Some of my siblings. When you aren't being tedious, you. My Labyrinth.

And the funny little man who follows your Grandfather round.

[granddaughterofdeath]

You find Albert not dull? He'll be touched, I suspect. [She is ignoring the fact she was on the list. She suspects it is because she often scolds him] No mention of your parents? They must be disappointed.

[faerywishes]

He is amusing.

[Probably, too many people go out of their way to agree with him

With a small smirk] They have their moments, even if they are slightly too involved in the running of my life.

[granddaughterofdeath]

I'm sure he'll be delighted to hear someone finds him ... amusing.

[Really, they need to do something about that. Someone needs to scold you regularly.]

They're parents. I'm told that's the point of them.

[faerywishes]

I'm so glad.

[He disagrees,]

They certainly seem to feel that is the case.

[granddaughterofdeath]

[Susan suspected he would disagree; therefore she disagrees to your disagreement]

Besides which, you are young for a Fae, aren't you?

[faerywishes]

Not that young. I am quite old enough to control my own affairs.

[granddaughterofdeath]

Which is why you so often end up in quite a terrible mess

[faerywishes]

I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

[granddaughterofdeath]

Of course you don't. Tell me, how many children in your care now?

[faerywishes]

[Waving a hand] I forget. [Blatant lie]

Why is that relevant anyway?

[granddaughterofdeath]

I wonder how many have been reclaimed. Those are the rules, are they not?

[faerywishes]

You know very well that the rules I which I name to a runner are very different from what actually happens.

[granddaughterofdeath]

And yet you wonder why they complain of unfairness?

[Certainly on the side of someone being there to scold you]

[faerywishes]

Deliberately obtuse is not a good look for you. You know why I do what I do.

[granddaughterofdeath]

I know, but that does not mean I have to agree. You are the protector of children, whether they are aware of it or not. I just wonder if there's not a better way of going about things

[faerywishes]

Perhaps, but this is my way of going about things and I shall continue to do so.

[granddaughterofdeath]

And if the day comes when they don't believe?

[faerywishes]

...We disappear Underground, that's the end of it.

[granddaughterofdeath]

A sad day.

[faerywishes]

And what of you? On that day, will you stay among the dull mortals who remain above?

[granddaughterofdeath]

That is my place, Jareth King.

[faerywishes]

By closing their eyes to us the mortal realm has become stagnant. When the door between our worlds is finally closed it will only get worse.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

'Tis the way of the scribe, I fear, to do exactly what they shouldn't be. Although, that is quite a bit yours ought to be doing aside from this.

[Actually, his scribe should be studying herself but haha, nope.]

[granddaughterofdeath]

Exactly what I have told her. But she refuses to listen. [Mun's do not take advise from Muses] Then choose your Muse more sparingly. Yours ought to be doing her work.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

It could be considered a plague among them all, I would think. [Never.]

I hope that she will heed you soon, lest she later regret it.

[granddaughterofdeath]

A plague amongst them, a fitting description.

I hope that yours also heeds the advice we attempt to offer.

[halfspooky]

No games, huh? That's too bad. My mun's telling me you've got relatives over in thewake.

[granddaughterofdeath]

Oh? And which relatives might they be?

[halfspooky]

Your granddad, I guess? And a couple of kids he kinda-sorta adopted during his time there. She's saying --

...

Wait, Death is your grandpa?

[granddaughterofdeath]

Grandfather adopted? Again?

[...]

Yes, my Grandfather is Death. Unusual family, but we find it works so far.

[halfspooky]

Yeah, uh, kind of? I know he and Rex are really close. They did the whole Santa-Hogfather-whatever thing last Christmas together.

Plus there's another kid from another world where that version of Death is is dad, and I think they've got a family thing going on, too? He went on the Christmas run too.