Re: Rylee and Lem
Lem nodded a bit, aware of all the dream stuff, and now aware that Carson was going through the same thing. And that they apparently had some telepathic link? Lem didn’t volunteer that information though, it wasn’t really hers to talk about, and maybe Carson didn’t want anyone to know. She was glad Rylee started rubbing her face and stopped looking at her, because Lem couldn’t help but grin a little at that outpouring of WTF-ness. Her life had taken a weird turn a long time ago, but she could still have sympathy for everything being turned upside down. “Life is chaos and weirder and darker than you’d think,” she said. Lem clinked her glass against Rylee’s where it sat on the table, and took a sip. “All you can do is roll with it and try to find light where you can.”
Rylee lowered her arms to the table, staring into the nearly empty glass. Lem was right. LIfe was dark. Dark and weird. She didn't know if she would ever find normality again, if she ever had it. Hadn't she been in love with her own cousin since she was a teenager? Fuck. Was it really fair to Carson? There was so much bullshit he had to deal with already, was she only adding to it? Rylee picked up her glass and downed the rest of the vodka. "I'm pretty good at rolling with things," she said after licking her lips of the lingering taste. "So if I can help Carson find some light, I will. Maybe this will get easier after a few months. Maybe they'll figure out this dream stuff too. At least we know what we're dealing with every full moon. Has Nic mentioned anything else about it?"
She studied the other woman for a moment, idly swirling the vodka that was left in her hand. It was impossible to miss how Rylee only mentioned helping Carson and not finding her own light. Lem could understand why Rylee wasn’t super focused on herself tonight, though. “People can get used to anything, right?” she offered instead, giving a faint smile. “It’ll get easier. He can just keep coming back here and eventually it’ll be boring and routine.” She knocked back the last of her drink and set the glass down. “But no, not really. He hasn’t said anything more,” she answered. It wasn’t true, but Lem didn’t want to be the one to bring up the telepathy. It seemed like Nic barely understood it himself, and she knew even less. “Just that they haven’t had a dream in a while. Hopefully it’s just like ... over.”
It had to get easier. Rylee wasn't sure what things would be like if it didn't. It might take some time, but Carson would get through this. She was suddenly wondering if being a werewolf would somehow affect his meds. She made a mental note to try and check into it. She had no idea who to ask, maybe Nick?, but she would figure it out. "I would give anything for boring and routine right now," Rylee said with a humorless chuckle. "But... I'm hoping the dream stuff is over. He hasn't said much about it lately. I know they had some woman try to get them answers... a dreamwalker? But I don't think she could help them much. I've been so focused on trying to work out how to help him with the werewolf problem that the dream stuff sort of fell by the wayside. I hope it's done, but... it seems too easy."