2019-08-04 - Fire and Snapdragons
Lilith finds pretty candy-colored plastic snapdragons at the shop after her father's graveside service. The next day, she texts Carver to talk a little about the blotto night and his break-ins, among other things.
IC Date: 2019-08-04
OOC Date: 2019-05-29
Location: Harbor Mist - Loft
Related Scenes: 2019-08-01 - Where is my Mind? 2019-08-05 - A Blanket Discussion
Plot: None
Scene Number: 1020
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: I set you on fire. That must be your sweet spot. I like pretty flowers that don't die.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: If I held a grudge every time someone set me on fire, I'd never get anything done.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: You'd have to be mad about it to hold a grudge, yes, and the results are too pretty to be mad.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Glad you like them. Holding up okay?
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: I'm sober. Smoking part of a joint, though, because I'm not a miracle worker or anything. I kind of dig the point where everything becomes a little 'whatever' so we're getting there. What about you?
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: As good as ever! Sorry I broke in to your place four times. Figured I should apologise for that.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Good as ever, huh? I feel like your 'ever' baseline is pretty shifty. But damn, Hamburglar. Four times? You're a brave bastard. I can't even be mad at that.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: And now you've learned a valuable lesson about giving me a key.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Well. Here's the thing about that...
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: (lots of dots and stops and dots and stops from typing and pausing or backspacing)
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: You wanted in. You risked it. The key just meant less effort.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: And I needed someone to force their way in.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: I don't ever really admit those things til after, though.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: This is officially the third weirdest afterglow.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Yours or mine?
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Definitely not mine. You were mostly unconscious.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Tsk. Here I was thinking I made you blush. Gimme the first and second for weird? I hate being outclassed, secretly.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Lil, you met Melissa. I grew out of being bothered by someone half dressed and setting things on fire as they flailed around from a nightmare by 16.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Nah. Not then. Because I'm being sweet right now. That's probably new.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Didn't know all your friends would be there last time, pet. Didn't mean to outstay my welcome.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: I made Byron leave too, not so long after you. You didn't. You gave me just what I needed, really, on accident.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: If I had a nickel...
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: You leaving me hanging on #1 and #2 afterglow or saving them for when fun secrets apply?
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: ... you'd lose it or throw it?
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: I figured you'd like to earn them.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Sure. I can do that. I'm a good haggler. I'll keep it in mind. They better be good if you're doling them out for effort.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: So. Do you want me to ask the unspoken and possibly uncomfortable question I have in text or person?
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: I'm a little trapped at the moment, so unless you want the answer out of reach for a few days, might be worth asking now.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Two things. One statement to make you happy. One question you may not feel like you want to answer.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: #1-- You sound like a fairy tale when you're talking, sometimes, and it's pretty. Probably the accent. But I liked it.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: #2-- I don't remember what you told me about Melissa, but it was bad. What happened?
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: #1-- Thanks, but you do realize how many fairy tales originally ended in 'And then they died.' right?
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: #2-- I honestly don't know. It feels like it was bad, though.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: We're all going to die. But not everyone gets to be a fairy tale. Shut up and feel good.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: And what do you mean... you don't know?
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: You know past few days you've had? The ones that smell like alcohol. That but different. I don't actually know what happened. Bits and pieces. I think she exploded? Or turned into a turtle? Maybe got eaten.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Hmm. I don't think I've ever hoped someone turned into a turtle before, but I think I do now and I kind of want to go turtle hunting. I... liked Mels. I guess I've never said that about a ghost before, either.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: I'd say sorry, but I've had enough of them over the past few days that I know how hollow it starts to sound. So listen.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: You need me? You find me. I didn't even know I needed you. But you still found me.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Well, thank you pet, but it sounds like you think I'm going somewhere.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Think this town's stuck with me a while. That includes you.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: I had a different line of thought, actually. But okay. I'm used to being stuck.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Letting me misinterpret things is a path to disaster. What was that line of thought?
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: You're already a disaster and so am I.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: But when you go to look for her? And you will... take me with you.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: I understand enough about your lack of clarity and mention of turning into a turtle… what that kind of trip means, yes.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: I mean. I gather you were somewhere funny. But I still mean it. Fingers and words are hard.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Pre-emptively, shutup about fingers and words at the same time being hard. I'm mentally beating you to it.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver:
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: You had such a lovely sentiment and I just had to gag myself to stop laughing.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: See. I'm not broken.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: You're really not, love.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Apropos of nothing, I'm buying you some boyshorts in case you ever decide to take up the drink again.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Is this about the eggplant warning?
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Boyyyyshorts.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: I mentioned ONCE that you were riding up pretty hard. And then I was on fire.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Did you fix it after you were finished burning?
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: I will braid your hair because it stops you flailing. I will rub your back when you need to vomit. I will accept being set on fire.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: That is generally my limit on knowing someone on and off for a month.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: I draw the line just before 'pulling your underwear out of your ass.' Even blotted you could figure that one out eventually.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Where's your sense of adventure? Chivalry really is dead.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: I read the codes of chivalry once, you know. There's really very little about de-thonging your ass.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Needs updating, clearly.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Obviously, it doesn't even mention holding doors open.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Yeah, but 2019 is all about the booty, c'mon now.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: 2019 is all about me throwing a blanket over your ass.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Like a pack mule. Probably the safest decision.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Stopped me staring, too. Think of it as me being self-preservationist.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Makes sense. One day you'll see me wearing heels to make it pop and know the full, righteous glory. I clean up nice enough.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: I get the slight notion you're feeling a bit better lately. Or is that just the 'whatever' point you've hit?
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: It's likely a little of both. See...
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Everything was very loud for a long time. Then abruptly, it was quiet, and that left me reeling as much as the noise.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: But eventually, you realize and appreciate the quiet. It feels over. No matter what it did... it feels over.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: And today? That's enough.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Very floral, pet. And glad to hear.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Sometimes I can talk pretty too.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: And sometimes you set me on fire. Life is fun.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: You like it.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: I'm -used- to it. There's a difference.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Yeah, well. Shh.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: We're going to the beach tomorrow.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Will you be wearing a waistcoat?
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: That would look weird, but if you insist.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: It would look weird, that's why I was asking. I don't know what you look like without one. I need to see how this develops.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Done deal, then. You get to see me without a waistcoat on, I get to see you outside of the shop for the first time in ever.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Okay, so. Red, yellow, or black? Pick one.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: More information.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: I have three swimsuits.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: You're a braver woman than I. That water's fucking COLD.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: Look, it's summer and warm outside, and if I don't get some form of Vitamin D soaked into my skin, I'm going to start looking like Morticia Adams, regardless of what I do or don't do with the water.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: 'Lilith needs the D', noted.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: ... yeah, I set that up there, didn't I? Way to capitalize.
(TXT to Lilith) Carver: Love, I've seen things in your loft that set that up FOR ME.
(TXT to Carver) Lilith: (middle finger emoji) <--- pretend it's degloved, too. You lost your color choice privilege.
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