what we owe to each other :: [ lex + denali // day seven ]
Dec 9, 2018 8:50:35 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Dec 9, 2018 8:50:35 GMT -5
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live through this
and you won't look back
and you won't look back
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"You're so bad at this!" Denali cackles wildly, tossing grapes over her shoulders with both hands, eyes wide with mock-shock as Lex gapes in exasperation, receiving only a bewildered shrug in response. Nothing to see here except total innocence. Another grape is lobbed at the Lyons girl's mouth and she catches it with a grin and a modest oh-golly-gee-whiz-I-can't-believe-my-beginner's-luck! gasp, applauding herself until her ally is practically screaming into the void. Life is so unfair.
"Come on!" Lex gripes, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to pretend that she is totally calm and totally not about to lose her mind over Denali's antics. "You're not even throwing them at me! I'm not bad at this," the blonde takes a deep breath, her nostrils flaring and eyes flashing manic in the sunshine, "you're bad at this." Perfectly on cue, Denali catches another grape in her mouth and smiles as though life is oh so grand —
Life is oh so pure —
Life is oh so incredibly awe-inspiring —
Looking Lex dead in the eye, she flings the next grape she plucks from a vine sharply to the left before gasping dramatically. "Gosh! I just! Can't imagine any logic as to why I'm like... sooo good at this and you're just..." The corners of her lips curl wickedly as she looks to the heavens as if seeking answers from the divine, "the worst. Lex, I'm sorry," another grape is casually thrown in the opposite direction of Lex's reach, "I hate to be the one to break it to you, but this is just not where your talents lie. Stick with whittling. Please. Stop embarrassing yourself."
Crushing the remaining grapes within a fist of frustration, juice spurting and pulp oozing from between her fingers, Lex narrows her eyes and begins pelting Denali with anything she can get her hands on — mashed fruit, leaves, handfuls of dirt. Her war cry of revolt is answered with savage laughter, tears streaming down Denali's face as she revels in her petty victory. Rolling into the vineyard early in the day, an hour or two was spent exploring the neat rows of greenery — marveling over roses and racing each other down the aisles — before Denali declared it the ideal place for a picnic, begging Lex to ignore the impulse to search every hedge for foes in favor of enjoying the suspiciously quiet afternoon.
"Okay, okay, okay," Denali holds her hands up defensively, her giggling only seeming to annoy her ally more because clearly the situation isn't being taken very seriously, "I surrender! Here! Catch!" Lobbing a grape at Lex — actually toward her this time — the blonde is instantly appeased, victorious without a doubt, and... somehow completely taken aback when the gesture of goodwill is immediately followed up with a shameless misdirect. Bellowing in a murderous rage, Lex makes a desperate dive for the wayward grape, missing it by little more than an inch or two. In the wake of her fury and indignation, she locks both hands around Denali's wrist, commits to an absurd amount of eye contact, and snarfs up all of the remaining grapes from her palm that had yet to be thrown. I win!
The air is filled with cackling as Lex revels in triumph and Denali laughs along simply because it feels like the thing to do. The sun is warm, but the air is muddled and soft with smoke, both girls forgetting to care about what might be lurking in the shadows until the shadows begin rising up against them. With every snicker and light-hearted jab, the vines around them grow a little taller, a little denser. It's not until Denali sprawls out on their makeshift picnic blanket that is really just Lex's suit jacket with a fancy new job title — fully prepared to look up and yell out her groundbreaking discoveries in cloud watching — that either of them realize they're surrounded.
For a moment, Denali simply blinks up at the sudden canopy of vines in confusion. Time has gotten strange over the past few days, hours feeling like days and days feeling like years, but this speed of growth defies everything she has ever known about plants. "Um... Lex?" Her voice is smaller than usual, nervous in places normally filled with haphazard determination. "This... bad. Uh-uh. Nope. I don't... nope." The grape vines have knotted themselves into hedge walls that rise up twice as high as she remembers them being when they sat down, the ends of the row newly overgrown with roses and thorns. Up above a latticework of rambling green tendrils encloses them, ravens and vultures peeking their heads in through the gaps to catch a glimpse of what's happening inside: Panic.
A couple days ago they killed a tree that moved with impossible logic, that challenged them for the right to live and bled when Denali threw her knives into it. This doesn't feel like that. Nothing moves except for Lex, Denali, and the curious murderbirds that have been following them around more like a pet plague than a threat. Everything else is terrifyingly still. No. Denali's heart turns frantic as she grabs onto the nearest vines and attempts to rip through them, the stalks tearing free in her hands only to grow back twice as dense in the blink of an eye. "Lex..." No! Her thoughts are hysterical, but her voice trembles. Not yet. Not now. "...it's a cage." Trying to focus on breathing, she nearly chokes on the realization. "It's a cage fight."
"Come on!" Lex gripes, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to pretend that she is totally calm and totally not about to lose her mind over Denali's antics. "You're not even throwing them at me! I'm not bad at this," the blonde takes a deep breath, her nostrils flaring and eyes flashing manic in the sunshine, "you're bad at this." Perfectly on cue, Denali catches another grape in her mouth and smiles as though life is oh so grand —
Life is oh so pure —
Life is oh so incredibly awe-inspiring —
Looking Lex dead in the eye, she flings the next grape she plucks from a vine sharply to the left before gasping dramatically. "Gosh! I just! Can't imagine any logic as to why I'm like... sooo good at this and you're just..." The corners of her lips curl wickedly as she looks to the heavens as if seeking answers from the divine, "the worst. Lex, I'm sorry," another grape is casually thrown in the opposite direction of Lex's reach, "I hate to be the one to break it to you, but this is just not where your talents lie. Stick with whittling. Please. Stop embarrassing yourself."
Crushing the remaining grapes within a fist of frustration, juice spurting and pulp oozing from between her fingers, Lex narrows her eyes and begins pelting Denali with anything she can get her hands on — mashed fruit, leaves, handfuls of dirt. Her war cry of revolt is answered with savage laughter, tears streaming down Denali's face as she revels in her petty victory. Rolling into the vineyard early in the day, an hour or two was spent exploring the neat rows of greenery — marveling over roses and racing each other down the aisles — before Denali declared it the ideal place for a picnic, begging Lex to ignore the impulse to search every hedge for foes in favor of enjoying the suspiciously quiet afternoon.
"Okay, okay, okay," Denali holds her hands up defensively, her giggling only seeming to annoy her ally more because clearly the situation isn't being taken very seriously, "I surrender! Here! Catch!" Lobbing a grape at Lex — actually toward her this time — the blonde is instantly appeased, victorious without a doubt, and... somehow completely taken aback when the gesture of goodwill is immediately followed up with a shameless misdirect. Bellowing in a murderous rage, Lex makes a desperate dive for the wayward grape, missing it by little more than an inch or two. In the wake of her fury and indignation, she locks both hands around Denali's wrist, commits to an absurd amount of eye contact, and snarfs up all of the remaining grapes from her palm that had yet to be thrown. I win!
The air is filled with cackling as Lex revels in triumph and Denali laughs along simply because it feels like the thing to do. The sun is warm, but the air is muddled and soft with smoke, both girls forgetting to care about what might be lurking in the shadows until the shadows begin rising up against them. With every snicker and light-hearted jab, the vines around them grow a little taller, a little denser. It's not until Denali sprawls out on their makeshift picnic blanket that is really just Lex's suit jacket with a fancy new job title — fully prepared to look up and yell out her groundbreaking discoveries in cloud watching — that either of them realize they're surrounded.
For a moment, Denali simply blinks up at the sudden canopy of vines in confusion. Time has gotten strange over the past few days, hours feeling like days and days feeling like years, but this speed of growth defies everything she has ever known about plants. "Um... Lex?" Her voice is smaller than usual, nervous in places normally filled with haphazard determination. "This... bad. Uh-uh. Nope. I don't... nope." The grape vines have knotted themselves into hedge walls that rise up twice as high as she remembers them being when they sat down, the ends of the row newly overgrown with roses and thorns. Up above a latticework of rambling green tendrils encloses them, ravens and vultures peeking their heads in through the gaps to catch a glimpse of what's happening inside: Panic.
A couple days ago they killed a tree that moved with impossible logic, that challenged them for the right to live and bled when Denali threw her knives into it. This doesn't feel like that. Nothing moves except for Lex, Denali, and the curious murderbirds that have been following them around more like a pet plague than a threat. Everything else is terrifyingly still. No. Denali's heart turns frantic as she grabs onto the nearest vines and attempts to rip through them, the stalks tearing free in her hands only to grow back twice as dense in the blink of an eye. "Lex..." No! Her thoughts are hysterical, but her voice trembles. Not yet. Not now. "...it's a cage." Trying to focus on breathing, she nearly chokes on the realization. "It's a cage fight."
your ex-lover is dead stars
[ this is starting with a round of old school intros because our hearts need a moment ]
[ this is starting with a round of old school intros because our hearts need a moment ]
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