2019-10-02 - Burning in Hell (Together)
Byron and Lilith aren't very good at being laid up and separated by the continued veil illness. They text each other to stay connected while burning out the last legs (hopefully) of feverish hell in their beds.
IC Date: 2019-10-02
OOC Date: 2019-07-07
Location: Bedrest
Related Scenes: 2019-09-30 - Can I Call? 2019-09-30 - Darker Angels 2019-09-30 - Wasteland Terrors
Plot: None
Scene Number: 1894
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I had an issue. Just a little cut up on legs and feet from them being bare in a terrorscape. I'm safe. Are you okay?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: A terrorscape? You mean a dream? Some of us were pulled into one ourselves. Near world ending, but I'm fine.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Yeah. That. And fuck. I hope it doesn't happen again. I really... couldn't make any fire.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I'm glad you're okay and had people with you.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Did you need to make fire? I had a conversation with an Angel who then decided to destroy the world because it or its counterpart, both of them probably, didn't like the answers we were given.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I wasn't really with the others. We got separated, but I could hear them.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: It would have helped immensely, there were a lot of... wastoid things. A lot. Had to run and hide in the end after firing on a few. Then there was pitch black hole and spiders.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: It was... not okay. The whole place was death and destruction. Yours sounds... preferable, but still...
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I wouldn't say preferable...
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: But we didn't have spiders, just vengeful angels. The others were at an end of the world party, which I was not a part of.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Yeah, preferable was a bad word, none of these are good. You want to know something funny/terrible, though?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Funny would be nice. I don't know about terrible.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: So your selfie, I fell asleep that way for hours and... that's how I showed up in a wasteland.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: And the freaking Captain was there.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: That's pretty awkward.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Yep. I was not happy about it at the time. He gave me his jacket, of course. But barefoot and close to bareassed was still disconcerting. In retrospect though, I just... jeez, go figure. When I noticed someone else was there, I was hoping/not hoping it was you.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Leave it to my feverbrain to think a gun and not, you know, shoes or pants would be nice for prepared in a worst case event.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: So he took it like a gentleman?
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Yeah. He was fine. Predicament kind of limited the joke about dreaming up naked women. I can see where showing up tits out with a gun might have seemed like a dream for a gun guy, he wasn't sure I was real at first. Gotta give him his jacket back.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: It would have been bad for either one of us alone, though, so... kind of glad we didn't bump heads too much under stress.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Those things were...and then the spiders and... that thick dark and the hole and... chased and hunted like meals, it just sucked.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: How did you get out of yours, curiously?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Look, I should have been there for you, but I feel like a broken record saying that.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Oh, babe. You know we can't control these things. I mean, it's not like the Captain was anywhere near me. What if you woke up and found me gone instead?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Erin rebuked the angels. They flew up, destroyed the world, but a magical door opened that led the way out.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I mean, I should have been in the dream with you.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Mm, we went out of a door too from a secret panel, maybe it's a valid thing to hunt for when we don't know what else to do in these things. I felt silly hunting for one, a little bit, because there's nothing that guarantees that's how to shift reality back, but it seems a sound tactic.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: And I should have been in the dream with you. I do wonder, though, if you had been here, would I have somehow snared us both? It's so hard to know.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: In other dreams, we just needed to reach a destination. Well... or kill things.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Yeah. I was worried about that because I don't think there was quite fifty of those zombie things, but... close.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: And I couldn't fire. I tried so hard.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: It was... a very odd feeling.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: In those scenarios, I think, we ran to an exit. In Marshall's dream it was the Addington estate.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Interesting. I kind of think of them, strangely, like... trials where there might be multiple ways to trigger exit or... otherwise.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: That might be my nerd brain, but it helps me cope.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Something like that.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Bleh, I miss your face and smell and I am so tired of feeling hot and miserable. And I hate that you're like that too and don't even get the luxury to rest it off. And I hate Katy right now, but at least I didn't have to lock up and lose all profit entirely, even though it's less when it's just her. She can only really sell and take payments, etc.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I can't even tell how many days it's been. How many days has it been?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: 9? 10? Finding that question mark is freakin' annoying on the phone.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I thought it felt like forever, but it really has been forever. Wow.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I'm told that there's 11 days until it passes.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I guess that makes sense, the Archivist mentioned it, but I wasn't paying attention at the time.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: And it was in regards to nothing that we were talking about.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Oh. Huh. Like they knew already you were sick and what it was?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Come to think of it, the Archivist said to get well soon.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Does the Archivist look like a creepy slash throat lady too?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: No. It looks like a pink blob. Beady black eyes. Sharp teeth.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Hm. I'm trying to picture it. But maybe I should stop that. I was looking for dog on typewriter very hard.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: (After much searching) It kind of looks like https://naturescrusaders.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/blobfish_2.jpg
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Uh. Wow. That... wow.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: So when you say you fed bones... did it go to that? Literally?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: It ate them.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I remember it clearly, unfortunately.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Your bones are staying in your body.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: ... alright?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I promise. I won't donate my bones.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: But you do know that this makes things difficult.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I know very well what I told you to take and give if you came up with nothing.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I found a picture of me in L.A. at my mother's apartment. The start of my career. Maybe I'll just get a collection of random things to toss in and they might add up to be enough.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Kind of surprised she kept one, frickin icecicle. Are you sure she got rid of everything and knew where you stashed everything? We made hidey holes for things sometimes outside and in my room. Did you have one?
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: She got rid of everything of mine. I'm either burning up or I'm freezing as of late. Waiting for this fever to break before I see if the new owner will let me back into the old house. I know that my mother didn't clear it out before it was sold.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Good plan.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I might have you spend a little time with the pendant afterall. It's probably got so much damn Hank all over it, but...
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: If you're sure. That thing said 11 days. I hope that it's right because we don't have much time before the funeral.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: If I'm literally putting them both remains and belongings in and they're all I have left of family that matters for memories, I don't think you doing anything takes away from that.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I'll try then. You can tell me whether you want to know or not. If I find anything.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Okay. Even if I don't now, maybe one day...
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You've always been my secret keeper.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Probably because you were keeping some of my own secrets under lock and key. If I slipped up, who knows what you would've said.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Look at you, pragmatic and tactical.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: You're the kind of guy that appreciates a woman that knows how to use leverage.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I do like to play with fire.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I make literal fire, so this is appropriate.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Also I like to be played with, so.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: And here I am feeling like I'm on fire now while still wanting to drown in a thick heavy blanket.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Yeah. Puts a kink in things.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Or I guess a lackthereof...
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: I wouldn't say that. I'm just hoping that I don't look as gross as I feel.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Show me and I won't lie.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: (It takes a while before he has the chance to take this picture and send it) IMG: Byron is laying in bed, his back and head propped up by a pile of pillows. His eyes look red and watery, his skin slightly pale. He's smiling at least, looking quite photogenic despite the ailment. His beard looks neatly trimmed for someone who should have been resting, but his hair is a little mussed. It's not a full body shot of him, but he does show off his bared torso, the rest of him is covered in a thick comforter.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Sigh. You know. If you're a little bit zombie, I can honestly say I've never seen one that makes me want to be bit til I saw you.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I never had a goddamn chance to resist all that. So unfair.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: You're definitely bitable.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Edible, too. (And witty.)
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: We're both infected already, so biting... or eating shouldn't be an issue at least. 😉
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: That's some lovely logic.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Lily, I think I'm going to get some sleep. Even though I barely did anything all day.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: My body is freezing, my head is burning. It's pretty crazy over here.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: We just have to tough it out (or wallow, in my case) a little longer. You know. The whole... burning in hell feeling.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: I think. I hope.
(TXT to Byron) Lilith: Goodnight sexy zombie prince. Mwah.
(TXT to Lilith) Byron: Night, Lily.
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