Baylee winced slightly as he awoke, feeling like his brain was moving through Jell-O on a Wal-Mart electric scooter. His eyelids were defiant of their owner that moment, refusing to lift despite the aggravated orders his brain was sending at a frantic speed. No! they seemed to say, We'll open on our own time, how about that? Baylee, while his brain and eyes continued to argue, rolled over on his side and suddenly realized how cold his bed had gotten. And it didn't contort to his elbow when he propped himself up. Finally, his brain prevailed and he opened his eyes, blinking away the tears and studying his room. Or not his room. It was a concrete bunker. Walls, floor, ceiling, all concrete. The only break between was the naked bulb the protruded from the ceiling like a pimple. In an act of revenge on the brain, his eyes wandered and looked directly at the light, sending a sharp pain running down his neck.
"Ow!" he spat out, turning away and rolling back on to his stomach.
(can whoever slide in or..? also that wal mart bit was A+ lmao)
(can whoever slide in or..? also that wal mart bit was A+ lmao)
(I was about to ask the same thing…)
((Yeah, it's open. And thanks!
(I might slide in later, I'm busy atm)
(aight cool)
Lux barely managed to open his eyes, his head pounding as he finally began to wake up. Although it certainly wasn't the worst way he'd woken up, it was definitely up there, and the light especially wasn't helping. He slowly managed to sit up, wincing as his hair fell in his eyes, partially poking them and making him really wish he had gotten a haircut sooner. Groaning, he rubbed at his eyes, trying to sit up and get a bit better adjusted, though it was difficult considering just how awful the lighting in the bland room was
Baylee laid only a few feet away from Lux's feet, close enough that if he was coherent enough he could have reached out and tickled the other man. His stomach began to churn from the movement, threatening to spill out the steak he had for dinner last night and burn the back of his throat with gastric acid. Baylee headed this threat and stayed still, moving his head around to see how his neck felt. The slight inkling of a knot rested where his left shoulder connected to his neck. just enough to be annoying without actually hurting.
Lux eventually blinked his eyes open, squinting before he realized that duh, his eyes were glowing, so no wonder it was difficult to adjust. The spotlights of his eyes flickered a few times before returning to normal, and he looked around a minute before realizing that hey, there was a whole person next to him. "Oh shit, this is gonna be fun," he muttered–or well, his version of muttering was just slightly quieter talking. He poked the guy–Baylee–a few times with the tip of a claw, and by the way he was looking at the guy wide-eyed and vaguely curious in a creepy way, anyone would have had a heart attack seeing him right as they're waking up
"Mhm….what's up..?" he mumbled, keeping his gaze anchored on the floor. "My eyes hurt too mad right now, so it ain't me being rude if I don't look at you."
What he didn't mention was that his vision was beginning to blur bad enough that he probably wouldn't be able to make out any features from the other if he did look up.
"Well, as far as I'm aware, the ceiling's up. Unless you need a chandelier, in which case surprise, I was one for like…shit, a thousand years? Two thousand? Probably should still be there, but oh well, guess I've gotta deal with this right now," Lux said, all too chipper and seemingly not giving two shits about the fact that he was stuck in some weird room with some guy he didn't know. He did keep poking Baylee, which kinda hurt after a while considering the fact that his fingers were tipped with black metal claws
He rolled away slightly.
"Do you gotta keep pokin' me?" he asked, his rough accent coming into play.
He attempted to sit up, and was pleased when he did so. Progress.
"Yeah, kinda do. I'm bored and you're the only person here," Lux said, grinning toothily as he rolled onto his stomach, black metal clicking against itself as he did so. At this point he was just waiting for this new guy to actually open his eyes and look at him, since it was always his favorite thing to stun people with his looks the first time he met them–whether literally or metaphorically
"Nope…sadly." Melanie just barely says, her voice cracking. She was a young adult, with light brown hair and more grey than blue eyes, not to mention the severe bags under them. "Where the hell are we? This place isn't my bedroom…I'm considering going back to sleep and wake up in my bed." She was in a sitting position in a corner of the room.
"Oh, you're gonna have fun when I tell you you're talking to a chandelier," Lux said with a small, toothy grin, giving her a small wave with the sound of clicking metal. He shifted to lay on his stomach now, resting his chin on one hand as he grinned Cheshire cat-like at her
"I'm-what? This has to be me dreaming, 'cuz you can only exist in some weird dream." Melanie forces her eyes shut for a few seconds, then opens them. "O-kay, is this a lucid dream, or am I in a coma, or what?"
"Woah, wait a second, why the hell is a chandelier involved in your lucid dreams?" Baylee asked, turning to the sound of her voice. His vision had blurred up so bad that he could barely see, but he didn't honestly mind. Shit like this he had came to expect from his helter-skelter brand of magic. Nothing made sense until it did, so there was no need to fret about it.
Lux only giggled at that, and he wiggled his fingers in Melanie's face to try and mess with her a bit. "Not my fault humans take a while to understand stuff they think is weird. The girl who used to bring me food in the opera house didn't think I was weird," he said, feigning offense as he spoke
"I never said you were weird. In fact, I could pass you off as annoying, bothering, or perhaps troublesome, but not weird." Melanie stood her ground, her voice firm as she crossed her arms and scowled at Lux.
"I'm sorry, but what the fuck's going on?" Baylee asked, not even attempting to stand up. He'd probably just run into something until he learned what his magic decided what to do to counteract his sudden disability.
"I don't know! Okay? Is that fine?" Melanie exasperates, clearly frustrated.
"Don't fucking snap at me, I can't even see past my fucking eyelashes," he snapped right back, not one for unnecessary attitude being thrown in his direction.
Lux just laughed as he laid down on his back, brushing a stray lock of nearly white-blonde hair out of his eyes. "Oh, you guys obviously haven't been in many weird situations like this," he said with a small chuckle
"Will you shut up? You expect a chandelier would be still and look pretty!" Melanie glared and turned to the other person in the room. "And you-you seem like a better person than lightbulb over here. My name's Melanie. Mel for short."
He paused for a moment, taking in the situation the best he could with his limited senses. So she isn't frustrated with me, she's mad at the other guy. Damn, now I look like an ass. "Baylee," he responded. "Lee's what most people call me."
Lux just huffed and pouted, arms folded across his chest as he looked off to the side. Well, if they were going to be rude to him, he just wouldn't talk to them. So he got to his feet, tail flicking in annoyance as he jumped up and suddenly changed shape to a beautiful gold chandelier attached to the ceiling
