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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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spitandviolets
2009-02-21 11:41 am UTC (link)

If L wanted, or came across, the simple answer, it was that Laura cared about him. It was that easy. She had no vested interest in what he did, and his mind humbled her and impressed her, but there wasn't much that it could do for her. He should be using the power of his thoughts to help his fellow living people. There was nothing that she really needed help with. She didn't know that he was intelligent enough to be considered a national treasure, and she didn't know that people wanted to use him. How could they? He was too kind, too gentle, for someone to do something that cruel. So, yes, he meant something past his mind, far past his mind, to Laura. He was her charge, her lamb, her flock, and it was her job to keep the wolves away. She would give her life for it.

"You don't need to thank me for something that I gladly and freely give. It's not a gift or anything, and I'm sure that it's highly possible that you'll get sick of me hovering over you. Still, just let me know when that day comes, and I will continue to fulfill my promise. Until that day when I can no longer move, for one reason or another, I will be guarding you. Fortunately, I think my job is a lot easier here than it is on Earth."

The plastic cup was almost an insult, but she had experienced too much to get angry. The rage inside of her, that someone could want to hurt him of all people, was still burning like a coal in the pit of her stomach. She sipped at the water, delicately holding the glass this time. The Golem had subconsciously scolded her like a naughty child by denying her a glass. It felt like the times when Shadow had told her to stop drinking at a party, or when Robbie told her to stop drinking once Shadow had gone to jail.

Resting her chin in her palm, she smiled lopsidedly at him, giving a little shrug. "Help each other, huh? Well, I can get behind that, even though I wanted to be the hero of the day and wow you with my cake. It will probably turn out better since you have taste buds. I'll even let you lick the spoon. But irreparable damage isn't that bad. What's a missing finger or two? I'd have another eight. Hopefully it wouldn't be the thumb, though. That would be inconvenient. I could always just stitch it back on. It'll be better if we can work together, though." Huh. He really had a unique way of eating, didn't he? Everything looked like it was made of glass or spun sugar the way he held it. "It will make the work go faster, and the faster we bake the cake, the sooner you get to eat it."

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meticulous_soul
2009-02-21 05:26 pm UTC (link)

"I'm used to being watched," L said, tugging a strand of his hair. "It does not bother me. On the contrary, it makes me feel safer." he shivered slightly. His memories of childhood were so fractured, and disjointed, and sketchy... but he seemed to recall that bad things could happen to people when they were alone, especially to children... and he was so like a child, even now. "But... no one has ever given me a promise like that before. I wish I knew how to appreciate it fully," he said wistfully. Didn't it bother Laura, that she was devoting most of her time to his well being? How was it possible that she was doing something so altruistic for him without any expectation of something in return? It wasn't consistent with humanity's tendencies... and so that was point one for Laura's theory of inhumanity.

"The hero of the day?" L asked, biting his lip to keep from smiling too much. The image was humorous... something like Laura with a broadsword and shield, some sort of undead warrior valkyrie, holding aloft a cake. He chose not to critically correct her exaggeration, since he did want cake and didn't mind considering it a little more heroic than it actually was to bake one. "Faster, yes... but I would still rather that there was no irrepairable damage," he insisted. "A missing finger would be terrible... take it from a violinist. There is nothing worse, than the prospect of a missing finger. It is almost worse than a missing arm."

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spitandviolets
2009-02-22 03:53 pm UTC (link)

"Used to being watched?" Laura liked to echo things that she didn't exactly understand. "I cannot imagine such a thing. No one watched or looked after me for very much of my life. I was always a fiercely independent creature, or I pretended to be. Perhaps that still remains in me. Perhaps that is the drive that makes me keep going." Though I am impossibly codependent at this point. I need others to give my existence meaning. Laura would have gladly traded her memories for his fragmented ones. Childhood wasn't her favorite thing to think about. She preferred to think of herself like Aphrodite sprouting fully grown from the sea foam. Then again, there was no sea in Indiana, so that would prove a little difficult. "As long as it makes you feel safe, though, and not boxed in, you can count on me to keep an eye on you."

It hadn't occurred to her to ask for something in return for all of the time devoted to him. She was content to just not be alone. She was cold, yes, but at least she wasn't cold and alone. She was not sleeping in forests and avoiding the light that human beings gave off, trying her best not to frighten them. He enabled her to be seen, to be somebody. That was enough. It was the least selfless thing she could do, as she felt that she no longer had a sense of self.

Head canting slightly, she shrugged. "Well, the fact that you appreciate it at all is enough. Don't worry about being adequate. Don't worry about anything. How about we forget I made it, if it's a problem, and we just pretend that we're normal? That way you won't think about me watching you when you sleep or standing on your balcony when we're not together." She smirked. Hopefully he'd find it a joke, but she was serious. Every moment that she wasn't with him, she would probably be in some shadow near him. Who knew when danger could strike?

"I'll leave it to the violinist," Laura mused, sliding her hand through her hair. "I don't have any musical talent aside from karaoke, and I think I'm probably not even good at that anymore. I haven't used my vocal chords in that way in a while, so they probably don't stretch that much. I've agreed to let you do the cutting, though you have to promise me that you'll be careful. I don't want you doing damage to yourself on my account. I can take a licking. Your body isn't so great at sucking damage. I'm thinking that we could decorate the top of the cake with some sliced strawberries. Strawberries and chocolate usually taste pretty good together, if I remember correctly. Unless you'd prefer cherries?" Cooking seemed so mundane, so ordinary, that she almost forgot that she was dead for a moment. It was something she genuinely liked. Maybe she'd take it up in the wee hours of the morning. Greeting L with sweet treats for breakfast would be the least that she could do if she was going to be watching him at all times. He wouldn't even have to see her; she could hit and run, leaving it sitting outside of his door on a tray. That sounded like a plan.

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meticulous_soul
2009-02-24 07:50 pm UTC (link)

"No... never 'boxed in,'" L said, as if the concept was foreign to him. "I can't imagine not being watched, even if I feel like I am in an aquarium sometimes. I suppose that it is good to know... that if a fish is chased or starts to turn over so its back is to the stones, someone will see it."

L, being of a staggeringly literal mindset, did take Laura's comment seriously, but didn't seem fazed by it. It was an extension of being watched, which he was used to... though he did wonder a bit about the "standing on the balcony" bit. He was impressed by her dedication, anyway. "We don't need to forget anything," he said, mimicking the head-canting, since he rather liked the gesture. It seemed to say, "I am trying to see things from your perspective. I am open-minded, tell me more," and he often wanted Laura to know that he was thinking that without going through the trouble of voicing it out loud. "We can pretend we're normal, though," he said meaningfully. It was appealing to him, that particular concept. He, like Laura, had spent a lot of time in the dark lately.

He watched curiously as she touched her hair, not copying the motion, but definitely fighting the urge to. "I can't sing... maybe you still can," he suggested. "You should try, maybe... and yes, I will be careful, of course. I'm clumsy, but I know enough not to cut myself." he perked up noticeably when Laura mentioned the options for decorating the cake. "I like cherries, best... they are my favorite thing to eat, even though it is hard to choose. But I like many things," he added reassuringly. "I am not terribly picky, when it comes to this type of food. I like sweet things." he licked his fingertip, since a bit of whipped cream had been messier than he'd calculated.

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spitandviolets
2009-03-01 04:11 pm UTC (link)

"Normal. That would be good. I'm not sure I'd know how to start being normal, though. It's been so long. I mean, what is normal, anyway? It's defined by other people who aren't normal, really. They're just as strange as the rest of us in their own ways. I will do my best, however. I won't make any references to being dead or anything for as long as possible." She chuckled softly, winking at him. This would be a fun challenge. L made her feel more normal, more alive, so it wouldn't be that hard. Just be friends. That was the beauty of it.

"I'm supposed to be protecting you and making sure you don't get hurt. In the interest of that mission, I think it better that I not sing in your presence. Maybe in the privacy of my own room, when nobody's listening, but not in front of you. That would be painful and embarrassing for me. But I am convinced that you could sing if you tried. It's not very hard. It's talking in rhythm. Maybe we'll go someday. You can bring some people you'd like to see make fools of themselves. It'll be a grand time."

Cherries? He liked cherries best. She filed that away in her mental bank. It would be useful in the future when she wanted to surprise him. "We can do cherries," she agreed. "They'll look nice on chocolate frosting, I think. And they'll add a bit of extra flavor." He also wasn't picky. That was useful. It helped to pay attention to him. He was hard to read, so she had to pick up clues where she could.

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