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Tweak says, "yo"

meticulous_soul (meticulous_soul) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-08 19:40:00

Current music:	Casey Chambers- "Rattlin' Bones"
Entry tags:	complete, day 31, l lawliet, laura moon

I Left My Home, I Left My Love, I Left My Faith Back There.
[Who]: L and Laura
[When]: Day 31, Afternoon
[What]: L isn't bored, but wants to hang out with Laura anyway. She's that cool~
[Rating]: PG for now, for likely deep thoughts.
[Status]: Technically open, though they'll likely be forced!polite to anyone else who shows up, lol

It puzzled L, that Laura might possibly believe that he wouldn't want to spend time with her unless he had absolutely nothing else to do. She certainly wasn't easy on herself, when it came to the appeal she held for others. He could understand, when he thought about it as others might... but it was a forced way of thinking, for the secretive detective. He was the type of man who named spiders but left others hanging without even an approved fake moniker for himself. Except for Laura, of course. Laura was different. She knew to call him by his professional codename. It was closer than he allowed most people to get. And, yes, he considered Laura a "person."

The commons area was a well-furnishes, quiet room with a fireplace, though with agreeable weather like they had been having, it was not in use. Perching on an armchair, L organized his thoughts (as was his custom before a planned conversation), craning his neck and watching for Laura.

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Wow, sorry for the long winded!

spitandviolets
2009-02-17 12:52 am UTC (link)

Though he was doing his best to hide it, Laura could sense the trepidation in his voice. L genuinely did not want others from his world to appear. It seemed the closest to fear that she had seen in him. Unlike his concern for her, this seemed more like fear to her. "Some people know each other here," she echoed, nodding her head. Gathering her thoughts, she sipped her water. Her grip on the glass, though, was too strong. The glass shattered in her hand. Fortunately, the water was already gone. Laura was always thirsty. Something akin to blind rage was bubbling up inside of her. It was that same horrible anger that she had experienced when she'd killed those two men who were hurting her Puppy. She wanted blood. She wanted human blood. She wanted the blood of the ones that L did not want to appear. Managing, barely, to center herself, Laura looked up at L. Her eyes were wild; there was something behind that look. It was grave, and it was unsettling. "Some people know each other here. This means that it is possible for people from the same world to be drawn to this place. Do I think that it is possible that others from my world might be drawn here? Yes, I know for a fact that it is possible. Do I think it is possible that others from your world might be drawn here? Yes, I know for a fact that it is possible." One icy hand reached out as she stood up, leaning over the table. She took his hand with her icy one. Her strength was incredible. Her grip was firm, like a knight swearing allegiance to a lord. Her unblinking eyes stared straight into his face. "I swear to you, however, that if any of the people from your world appear, that wicked boy with a murderous notebook who was supposedly your friend, or his wicked bitch of a girlfriend, or anyone else that you find unsavory, I will protect you. I will protect you. They will get one warning from me. I will make sure that they understand the gravity of that warning. If they harm so much as the air around you, if they try anything at all, then I will claim their heads and make their lives a living Hell." Not wanting to hurt him, she let his grip go. Drawing back into her chair, curling into herself, Laura became a ball of brooding darkness in that instant. If they came, they would have only one opportunity. They would suffer at her hands. Even if she could not kill, she could wound. What was the worst that they could do, write the name of a woman already dead in their notebook? Let them try. She chuckled darkly, shaking her head as the Golem cleaned the glass and set a new glass of water before her. She sipped at the crystal liquid. Let them try.

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lol, it's all good. I admire your skillz and endurance, lol

meticulous_soul
2009-02-17 08:59 pm UTC (link)

"It isn't comforting... but most of what is comforting in the world is a lie, I've found," L said, taking a bit of melon delicately between his thumb and forefinger and savoring a small bite. "Maybe I believe in justice, and the idea that the world will be a better place when I am gone for future generations until there aren't any human beings left. On earth, that will happen, someday... the Sun will expand and engulf the Solar System, eventually, even if humans survive as a species for that long. It is maddening, and pointless... but maybe that's what makes humans what we are. We challenge everything, fight against the impossible, work towards a goal we can never achieve. We give our lives for causes that are subjectively good or evil, and dedicate them to what some humans have called noble and others have named corrupt. But... like you... I am glad that I am wrong. I am glad to know that there is something after," he admitted, conceding softly and gracefully as he truly was relieved.

"I like hearing about the gods from your world. It's all very interesting," he said, nodding to emphasize his fascination with the topic. He had no idea that she was, even now, thinking about his death... but it would have disquieted him, to think of her state of existence and how it made time seem nonexistent. How, if the way time passed for a person was relative based on their lifespan, his life would pass Laura by in a flash. It would have been strange, to attempt to relate to Laura with the knowledge that he would soon be dead, really dead, in her perception of time.

"Ah... it is unfair, to women, to generalize that way," L chided gently. "I have known some logical women. 'Anti-logic,' given your premises from your world and how they work with the ones in mine, is an apt way of putting it, though your logic is far from bad. Please don't think that you need to avoid this topic of conversation, as I enjoy it thoroughly."

Even the mention of black stitches, horrific and reminiscent of Frankenstein as it was, couldn't distract L from the promise of layer cake. Not that L found Frankenstein horrific; this was the man who had been disappointed to hear that he wasn't something like a Frankenstein monster. "Chocolate... and chocolate," he decided, his simple desire for something familiar winning out. "Perhaps, once this place feels more like home... we can try to make something exotic."

He started slightly at Laura's sudden change in demeanor, when she heard that he was, in short, afraid of meeting with others from his world. With Light, in particular. He flinched, his shoulders tensing, when the glass shattered. "Laura... it's OK," he said as she took his hand, his eyes wary. They widened when she made her solemn promise, and he was speechless for several moments after she returned to her seat.

"Laura... you... really mean that?"

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