I do not own the Endless. Neil Gaiman may claim to, but no one owns the Endless. They own themselves. Neither do I own "Fireflies" by Owl City.

I had fun thinking about under what circumstances and in what sort of setting you could write a love story for Delirium. Here is my attempt.

There is only one rule in Chaos, as rules are the antithesis of all that Chaos represents. The rule is: do not attempt to organize, create, solidify, or otherwise impose order upon Chaos.

The denizens of Chaos are not properly alive (life constitutes order) or properly dead (death separates and divides what was once living). So the punishment for breaking the one rule of Chaos cannot be death. There is no difference between pain and pleasure in Chaos, so the punishment cannot be either.

It would be existential torment for an agent of Chaos to be forced into Order, but that would require the realms to interact with one another, which neither can abide. The Dreaming is too kindly for such as these beings, so that is no option either.

Thus the sentence for seeking to sort-filter-match-categorize-sift-judge: to become a part of the waking world. With memories intact.

This is the origin of Tobias Shutterdon, who is currently labeled neatly (oh the labels, the terms, the diagnoses!) as an undifferentiated schizophrenic with severe insomnia.

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

One of the diagnoses is incorrect. He does have extraordinary difficulty falling and staying asleep. He does not hallucinate, initially. He merely feels, and cannot handle the feeling of it all. He wants to be psychotic. He wants to lose his connection with reality. It is reality that is currently intolerable, in its concreteness and bruising solidity.

'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare

He knew she'd come to him if he waited and laughed and sobbed long enough. He called as loud as he could. He bit and scratched himself until restrained, and then he banged his head until prevented, and then he refused to eat until the dreams began to slip into the edges of his eyes.

"YoU'rE noT MoRTAl," she says with a start upon arriving, and oh she is so beautiful with the sunset in her hair and the disjointed halves that remind him of home. "WhY Are YoU MAd tHEn? YoU'RE Not A goD I Know and I kNOW a LOT of GoDs. I EvEN almost MarRiED one BuT I don'T lIke tO taLK aBouT iT."

"I've been, like, you know…" (they had given him the appearance and faculties of an addled adolescent) "Exiled! Exiled from Chaos, cause I'm a, a, uh, a I tried to make. You aren't allowed to, like, make things in Chaos, you know? I tried – I tried to make…"

She exudes a thousand and one bubbles that twinkle and turn into bugs that turn into candies that turn into feathers of a thousand and one flavors. "I MaKE tHiNGS." She sounds sympathetic.

He finds that he can take off the jacket and sit up from the bed. Grass is growing around them. "I know. I saw you. I'm a prince of Chaos – well, I was, a big important prince and I was sent to your realm as an envoy but you weren't there. There was a sundial and a statue and a broken heart and a lot of different smells and a lake of tears and so many colors and I saw that you make and I wanted to make something for you."

"WhY aRe YoU hEre?"

"My punishment is to have this body and have to deal with reality. And it wants to sleep and I don't know how to sleep!"

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

"I DoN'T KnoW HoW to SLEep eITher. I TriED." Her green eye looks sad and her blue eye looks happy. She pirouettes about an imaginary point.

Tobias Shutterdon wants to show her what he tried to make. He tries to show her what he thought of. But he is too rooted in the physical realm to create with pure mind-energy. "I need – Lady, dear Lady, I need you to give me something. I need you to let me be with you."

She blushes and adjusts her tatters. "WhY Do yOu waNT to Be WiTH mE? NoBody WaNTs to, not EvEn litTlE buGSES."

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

"There is no love in Chaos. There is nothing but howling noise and so many colors that it feels like darkness. Your realm was perfect for me. Please let be your servant there. I will do anything for you. Take me away from the waking world forever and ever."

She thinks about this, and then laughs. "DaNCe WitH mE!"

He finds his body easy to shed, with her strength. Her scent is of old leather and fizzy cheap box wine. They whirl and whirl and whirl and he vomits dominoes and she wipes his mouth for him. Then he coughs up a flower. That's what he made. Her grin upon seeing it is worth all the trials those of Chaos put him through, and the near-year of misery.

Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

"They said it was physically impossible to go three months without sleep," he murmurs. "I tried to explain to them that I needed someone to teach me."

She has him by the hand and is pulling him headlong through a portal over a bridge under a roof and around a pit as deep and as beautiful as the sea. Suddenly she stops and looks over her shoulder. "Why do you love me?"

"Your eyes…" They are both green and full of something he has never known.

"It's too important. I have to know."

"Someone has to. Why not me?"

Then the mask is back. He is relieved. "I tHiNk mY DogGIe and JOe aRe GoNNA LiKE YoU."

They leap into the evanescent swirl.

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams.