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Tweak says, "You're too good to be true!!!!"

inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-14 16:23:00

Current music:	Ben Folds- "The Luckiest"
Entry tags:	!complete, day 07, l lawliet, laura moon, location: pharmacy/liquor store

And In a White Sea of Eyes, I See One Pair That I Recognize And I Know...
Who: L Lawliet and Laura Moon
What: Snowed in equals things happen.
Where: The snowbound drug store.
When: Day 7, morning
Rating/Warnings: R for sexuality, ~~necrophilic overtones~~ Full-blown necrophilia. Batten down the hatches if you're squeamish.
Status: Complete

Things were different that morning. L woke stiffly on the makeshift bed in the corner, cobbled together with various things he had found in the thrift shop. He still used Laura's cardigan to rest his head on; though he had tried to give it back to her, she always insisted that he use it that way.

Stretching, he shuffled towards the door, pushing it open... except that it wouldn't budge. Puzzled, he rammed his shoulder against it, wondering if it was jammed... but to no avail. Had Bob or Light locked him in? Just then, he noticed that the darkness he'd presumed came with early morning was actually due to heavily packed snow piled up around the windows.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-04 10:06 pm UTC (link)

The fact of the matter was that she didn't have any way of teaching him what "good" or "excellent" or "poor" was. This wasn't some class in high school. It was something that people did. As long as the parties involved didn't think negatively about it, it was good. Knowing to what degree that something like this stood up was never readily apparent, and it wasn't stable. Perceptions about sex and relationships were always changing depending on where that relationship was.

And it was very soon that Laura came to the stark realization of where this relationship was.

The words surprised her. She hadn't been expecting them, and they effected her greatly. She couldn't cry, but something inside of her hurt. How was she supposed to answer that? She didn't know if she loved him. She knew that she felt very protective of him, and she knew that she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. She wanted to help him through any problems that he had, and she wanted to always be there. But love? She wasn't sure that it was love. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe the job of the undead, especially ones ruled over by this particular coin, was to protect a human being.

Her grip on him increased, and she held him tighter. It wasn't dangerous, though. She was fully in touch with her strength at the moment, and she was choosing to be firm yet gentle with him. She could not look at him. The idea of meeting his eye at the moment was devastating. Did he not sense her apology, her agony, in the embrace? Was he really going to make her speak to him when she simply did not havve any words to offer?

"L," she said softly. Her fingers, cool and smooth, stroked against his cheek. Turning her head to the side, she kissed his temple. It was incredibly strong, the sentence he'd just said. He didn't have to say that. And part of her wanted to rationalize that it was just afterglow. Yet he seemed to be himself. He was calm in her arms. Why had time seemingly restarted now that their moment was over? Why couldn't they just stay timeless?

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inmyownworld
2009-06-05 12:01 am UTC (link)

Whether Laura's job was to love him or protect him, or a combination of both, or not a job at all but a calling or desire... L couldn't understand any of them. He and Laura were opposite sides of a coin facing each other, but there were things that they couldn't communicate. Things that were beyond one another. That was just how it had to be. But it was L's first time saying "I love you" to anyone, and he couldn't deny that there was a connection. Famously odd about expressing his emotions, he'd just articulated a profound one. Not only that, he'd completely offered Laura his heart, at his own risk, through wisdom or folly.

His spirits fell slightly when she didn't return the words. Perhaps he'd spoken them too soon, or with too much sincerity. Maybe Laura was not ready to hear those words from a man who wasn't her husband. Maybe it was too intimate, like eye contact was for L. However, her embrace was still strong and meaningful, yet soft at the same time. They had embraced as lovers, and he had revealed that he loved Laura, but their eyes still could not meet. He would ponder on it, later. For now, he just wanted to fall asleep in her arms, not torturing himself wondering if she could feel that way about a living person. Because, he was himself, and he meant what he said.

"Laura." he nestled closer, turning so that his head was in her lap, closing his eyes. His body wouldn't let him forget how much energy he'd expended a few minutes ago.

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