#lullabye bye

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🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🔍🔍🔍👀

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🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies?

oh, abso-fucking-lutely. rory’s a big fan of any movie you can kind of talk over and riff on. they find it physically difficult not to talk over movies a lot of the time unless they’re super zeroed in on it and focused, and people tend to get frustrated with them talking over their fav serious films, but shitty b-list movies? are a gift from heaven itself. rory lives for watching shitty movies and not feeling self-conscious for pointing absurd shit out during it.

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@lullabye-bye (from x)

    Rory was right, it really was a problem

   a lot of a problem.

 Or so, Lullaby thought, she did have a tendency to be over-dramatic. Really, it wasn’t supposed to be such a big deal tonight; just two losers runnin’ off through the woods, goofing off—- howling up at the man in the moon. Just letting loose n’ being wild; without the need to look over their shoulders for the sort of watchful, high-hat, s n o b b i s h—- sanctimonious judgement that could be hailed down upon them from people who just don’t get it.

And, Lullaby isn’t too sure when it happened? In reality, it was probably everything about tonight. The way the woods sounded just like home— when the wind whips through wooden limbs as it carries the indistinguishable scent of animal feces mixed with wet grass and oak trees. Maybe it was the fact both of their giggling and snickering and laughing and the way their chests rattled and hissed at the pure ridicule of hunting down urban legends in the woods (to the point of mere mockery), that just felt like she was suddenly back in Prescott, and not thousands of miles away from home?

‘she should go back.               god, she should go back. are her grandparents even alive? are they all okay? did the Nightmares leave anything behind? Anyone?

     Would there even be a Skull Valley if she ever went back?’

 Lullaby wanted to say all these things; she wanted to tell Rory why she stared at a broken branch for too long, wanted to tell them it sent her mind flying back to the day she slipped n’ tumbled in the woods and this whole fiasco started. She wanted to tell them why she had to take a minute and sit down in the mud after she went berserk on said tree with a baseball bat made of dream-sand.

 But, there was a lump in her throat, so she croaked instead.

“‘Ey, Rory?”

Lullaby finally calls out,

“ Do y’a,,,ever wish, y’could go back?”

A solemn moment of silence fills the woods

 “When, yuh’know, life was borin’?”

   { 🦎 } Rory slowly sits up from their reclined position in the grass as Lullaby's voice cuts through the (amiable...?) silence between them. Something about her voice prompts them to tense, uncertain. She sounds serious. She doesn't sound like she usually does.

   The question catches them off-guard in its vagueness, a small sense of frustration bubbling up as their brain struggles to figure out if there's some secret question hidden in the fairly-innocuous (but tentatively-phrased) one.

   They come up blank, like they usually do, and stew in the question for a few long, thoughtful moments, fingers digging into the grass to yank at it.

   Flicking flecks of plant matter off of their palms, Rory finally says, "...Sometimes. It's, uh--complicated. Mixed feelings. My life wasn't, uh, super stable even before this whole... lizard-thing. But it’s not like I wanted to be a lizard either, y’know?”

   They shuffle their legs to criss-cross, palms flat against the ground, fingers flicking and swiping over the springs of grass and small rocks littering the forest floor, and wonder if they should elaborate. They don't know what the protocol is here, but it seems important.

   "...But, yeah. I miss not being like... this. Kinda miss, like, being able to have a regular-human future and stuff if that’s what I wanted to do. If that makes sense...?"

   Their brows furrow, and finally, Rory looks up at Lullaby, scarred lips set in an uncertain line, hoping they aren't mucking this up or saying too much. 

   “...What about you...? You alright...?” The question, ‘Was it something I said?’ hangs above their head, unsaid. Probably not the right time to ask that.

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{{headcanon one of Rory’s top ten bad movies is Food Fight oh my god}}

( ooc; dkhsklgdh STOP they have absolutely seen food fight and know like half the words )