Desire sprawls elegantly on a divan, smoking, as is its custom, innumerable cigarettes.  It raises an eyebrow at Delirium, flicks some ashes into a heart-shaped ashtray.  "Delirium, your eyes are both green."
   Delirium nods listlessly.  "I know.  It hurts."
   Dancing smoke curls around Desire's face as it gazes at its sister.  "Then why don't you stop?
   Delirium shrugs.  "It's silly.  Being me.  I don't like it, anymore.  Our brother said I would--I would change...  again...  when Dream an' me found him."