i should live in salt // [ lex + denali ]
Jan 15, 2019 17:25:09 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Jan 15, 2019 17:25:09 GMT -5
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Low moon don the yellow road
I remember something
I remember something
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Despite a lack of answers, the knocking persists until the door itself seems to grow tired of being kicked — thunk! thunk! thunk! — and finally opens of its own accord. In the doorway looms an unexpected monster: six or seven feet tall with lumpy, shivering flesh and grunting faintly with the effort of every small movement. The blanket beast shuffles into Lex’s bedroom with slow, precarious steps. Its head — if that’s what it can be called — wobbles threateningly in the dark and a long trail of sheets drags along behind it.
Maybe the effort of Lex pulling herself out of bed to answer the door felt like too much, but clearly the journey this poor soul has been on required much, much, much more. "HNGGG!" It grunts with a little jiggle that seems to be asking for... who knows what? Honestly. Use your words. "HNGGGNUGHNUGH!" It tries again, with greater insistence and a potentially hazardous wiggle, head swaying and booping the ceiling. "NGHHHHHHH?" Few could blame Lex Lionel for being reluctant to approach the thing that has barged into her room, regardless of whether it’s because this nonsense is highly suspicious or if she’s simply devoted to the cozy comfort of her bed. It’s perfectly reasonable to be too tired to deal with whatever this is.
Still, she squints at the looming monster made of sheets and quilts and comforters with equal parts exasperation and baffled amusement. Pulling the largest of the blankets away... she discovers that — apparently — that was a load bearing blanket, as half a dozen pillows that were stacked on top of Denali’s head beneath it come toppling down onto both of them. "HNGGG!" Denali repeats her earlier attempt at communication as if there will be new clarity to accompany this grand unveiling. The corners of not one, but two throw pillows are clenched between her teeth, with more tucked under each arm and held between her legs as she waddled along through three train cars. This muffled sound coming from her throat has little in common with actual words.
Lex reaches out to take the pillows from her mouth and realizes that the pulling of the blanket has turned the redhead’s hair static electric, wild strands reaching out like a sea creature through the air. "Thank you! Ripred!" She sighs heavily, overwhelming relief tinged with what might be just a hint of frustration, as if she’s the one who can’t wrap her mind around why this situation happened. It’s like no one else has ever tried to carry an entire nest of bedding around single-handed. ...no handed? Geeze-Louise. "I thought for sure I was starting to run out of air and that I was going to suffocate in there!"
Plopping down on the floor next to Lex’s bed, she is a living heap of tangled fabric. Multiple sets of sheets are tied around her neck like capes upon capes, with supplementary quilts tossed over both shoulders and yet more blankets knotted around her waist as backup for her backside. "I thought that maybe I could —" An awkward attempt at a grin consumes her face as she looks up at Lex, trying to hide a sudden concern that she might not be welcome here — that after coming so far and with so much difficulty that Lex might point at the door and command her to leave. "— sleep here tonight? Being alone is weird." She pauses. "Minx is so quiet that, like, I don’t know if he’s there? I honestly can’t tell. Also I’m pretty sure Lethe hates me. And I don’t know..." She trails off and looks down at the massive pile of bedding because it’s easier than the idea of seeing her fears come to life on Lex’s face. "I was a jerk. I don’t have a good reason. At least I really hope I don’t. I’m also really hoping that —" She leans back against the side of the bed, tilting her head back until it rests on the edge of the mattress and blinks up at Lex, worrying at her bottom lip. "— that you don't hate me for it. Do..." her heart feels like the door, going thunk! thunk! thunk! as it waits to be answered, "you hate me, Lex?"
Maybe the effort of Lex pulling herself out of bed to answer the door felt like too much, but clearly the journey this poor soul has been on required much, much, much more. "HNGGG!" It grunts with a little jiggle that seems to be asking for... who knows what? Honestly. Use your words. "HNGGGNUGHNUGH!" It tries again, with greater insistence and a potentially hazardous wiggle, head swaying and booping the ceiling. "NGHHHHHHH?" Few could blame Lex Lionel for being reluctant to approach the thing that has barged into her room, regardless of whether it’s because this nonsense is highly suspicious or if she’s simply devoted to the cozy comfort of her bed. It’s perfectly reasonable to be too tired to deal with whatever this is.
Still, she squints at the looming monster made of sheets and quilts and comforters with equal parts exasperation and baffled amusement. Pulling the largest of the blankets away... she discovers that — apparently — that was a load bearing blanket, as half a dozen pillows that were stacked on top of Denali’s head beneath it come toppling down onto both of them. "HNGGG!" Denali repeats her earlier attempt at communication as if there will be new clarity to accompany this grand unveiling. The corners of not one, but two throw pillows are clenched between her teeth, with more tucked under each arm and held between her legs as she waddled along through three train cars. This muffled sound coming from her throat has little in common with actual words.
Lex reaches out to take the pillows from her mouth and realizes that the pulling of the blanket has turned the redhead’s hair static electric, wild strands reaching out like a sea creature through the air. "Thank you! Ripred!" She sighs heavily, overwhelming relief tinged with what might be just a hint of frustration, as if she’s the one who can’t wrap her mind around why this situation happened. It’s like no one else has ever tried to carry an entire nest of bedding around single-handed. ...no handed? Geeze-Louise. "I thought for sure I was starting to run out of air and that I was going to suffocate in there!"
Plopping down on the floor next to Lex’s bed, she is a living heap of tangled fabric. Multiple sets of sheets are tied around her neck like capes upon capes, with supplementary quilts tossed over both shoulders and yet more blankets knotted around her waist as backup for her backside. "I thought that maybe I could —" An awkward attempt at a grin consumes her face as she looks up at Lex, trying to hide a sudden concern that she might not be welcome here — that after coming so far and with so much difficulty that Lex might point at the door and command her to leave. "— sleep here tonight? Being alone is weird." She pauses. "Minx is so quiet that, like, I don’t know if he’s there? I honestly can’t tell. Also I’m pretty sure Lethe hates me. And I don’t know..." She trails off and looks down at the massive pile of bedding because it’s easier than the idea of seeing her fears come to life on Lex’s face. "I was a jerk. I don’t have a good reason. At least I really hope I don’t. I’m also really hoping that —" She leans back against the side of the bed, tilting her head back until it rests on the edge of the mattress and blinks up at Lex, worrying at her bottom lip. "— that you don't hate me for it. Do..." her heart feels like the door, going thunk! thunk! thunk! as it waits to be answered, "you hate me, Lex?"
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