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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"I know that part," she said. Her head tilted back and she looked up at him. A lopsided smile crossed her face. It was the warmest she had been in a long time, and she didn't want it to stop. Her fingers clutched at his back harder, but she was careful not to squeeze him too hard. The last thing that she wanted was to cause him any pain, especially physically. She supposed that was her greatest fear as far as this particular moment and this particular form of affection went. "But I'm not surprised that you told me that. My request was very vague."

What did she want to know? What sort of thing could she possibly ask him? She didn't want to offend him, and she didn't know that much about him, so it was very difficult to decide just where to begin. Then, logic fell into place. A stupid song ironically echoed in her brain. The beginning was a very good place to start.

"Why don't we trade? Question for question. I'll ask you something, you ask me something. We'll make a game of sorts of it. Then there's not so much pressure for you to just tell me things about your life. How does that sound? If so, why don't you tell me about where you came from? Where were you born? Where did you grow up?"

That couldn't possibly be offensive, could it? And why was she so worried about offending him? That didn't matter. Why did she care about the what and why? She resolved to simply let it be for now. This moment, this time, simply was. L couldn't sleep, so she was trying her best to keep him comfortable.

At least it was an excuse that made sense in her mind.

Part of her mind wanted more, and it was a little more than her mind that wanted more. It was her body, long dormant and cold, that was compelling her to hold onto him like he was the last stable thing on earth. After all, she may have been dead, but she was still a woman. Until he pushed her away she would remain there, holding onto him, feeling warmth because of him. Fortunately, it didn't seem that she was making him too terribly cold.