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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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inmyownworld
2009-05-16 02:58 am UTC (link)

"You're not in trouble... but 'Ryuzaki' is not my name, so... please call me 'L'," L said, still running his hands softly over Laura's form as if unable to believe that she was giving him the opportunity to do so. It would be infinitely better for him once Laura started using the name that meant prestige, power, and competence... not a shabby stand-in for a boy who wasn't real. As for what L thought about the situation... his mind was surprisingly nudging him aside, setting locks and traps to keep him from thinking too deeply about the whole affair. Ever since he was a child, his brain had been a scary place, where things fell into place and where intelligence blazed brightly, but it was so easy to get lost, hurt, or burned in such a mind. He had been told that he would grow into it, that he would someday fit his genius, but his mind had grown with him, always staying in control, helping him reason but not allowing him to destroy himself, existentially or otherwise. "What on earth makes you think that you're not worthy of my thought?"

L was different; he was a young soul in a body already hunched from the weight of the world resting on his bony shoulders. His face was youthful, but his eyes (if one managed to look directly into them) were wayward, wild, and haunted with humanity's greatest triumphs and shames. He loved secrets, he kept secrets, he was a secret. But secrets were protected, and safe, and shared with no one, or else they ceased to be secrets.

L didn't want to be a secret, from Laura. He wanted, above all, to be a truth, something that they both valued so highly, and he wanted Laura to, in turn, be a truth for him. Because, like Laura had never known a fragile man who needed protecting, L had never known a strong woman who was safe from being lost or broken.

At first, L wasn't sure if he was supposed to watch Laura's strip tease or avert his eyes respectfully. After a moment, though, all such speculation fled his mind; it didn't seem possible not to watch. He was male, and even though Laura seemed to condemn her curves on a regular basis, he rather liked them and the effect that the lingerie had on them. Laura was beautiful, he decided, and he tried to let her know with his dark eyes that he thought so. His expression of admiration was difficult for anyone to mistake. "No... the last thing I desire is to torture you... but this is not a game, Laura... at least, I hope you do not see it that way, because I cannot. This is the best thing that has happened to me since arriving here. No... in years... perhaps since I woke up from my long sleep."he squeezed her hands with his own, his long, thin fingers meshing pleasantly with Laura's.

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spitandviolets
2009-05-17 02:03 pm UTC (link)

"Of course it's a game, L," she murmured, sinking down to him, pressing close to him, her hands wrapping into his, fingers squeezing tenderly. She leaned in, kissing him softly, her lips just barely brushing against his own. "But it's not a bad game, it's a good one. Romance, passion, love, desire: they're the most important and pleasing games that human beings can play. It's like chess, in a way, because you're always trying to get closer to the other person, yet people tend to put up barriers to keep people out. The point of the game is a mutual win; the point of the game is to kill the loneliness, to make life bearable, to be closer to another person than is possible with anyone else in the world. Also, such things are supposed to be fun. Sex should never be a chore, nor should love be. So torture me, if you see fit; it's part of the game, the buildup, the waiting, that makes it all worth while. Tell me that I'm in trouble, for it will only make me work harder to make you pleased with me. So please, L, don't tell me not to see it as a game. It's one of the only ones that I play well, and it's one that I want to play with you."

She shifted slightly, adjusting her hips so she could sit more comfortably in his lap. She hoped that she wasn't hurting him in any way. That was the last thing that she wanted. Taking one of his hands, she lifted it to her lips, kissing his knuckles softly. Her tongue flicked out, lightly licking the back of his hand. His skin still felt warm to her, and it was wonderful. She lifted his hand to her cheek and nuzzled it tenderly, dark eyes staring down at him.

It was foolish, but she knew that she had to answer his question concerning why she was not worthy of his thoughts. Truth was her trade, so she chose to answer honestly. In life, she'd been too familiar with lies or secrets, or omission to the point of being lies. "You've known so many interesting women in your life, L," she replied. His name still felt foreign to her tongue despite the fact that it was far easier to say. She decided that it would be her name, one that she would call him when they were together; it would help keep him mysterious in the eyes of others, shielded from them, in their own little world where nothing was wrong. "You've known that Naomi woman, Wedy, and Misa Amane. They're so vivid, and they stick out so well in your mind that even here you can remember them well enough to mention them. You tell such interesting stories about them, and they have all been incredibly important to you. They're brilliant, or, if not brilliant, intriguing and powerful, perhaps frightening. I am not worthy of your thought because I am no such thing. I do not want you to think about me, for I do not know what you would think. I do not possess their valor. I am not beautiful, nor intelligent, nor a detective, nor noteworthy. I was a travel agent, and I am dead now. One day you will wake up, and you will fulfill your promise to me: you will leave when a better woman comes along. I will no longer have a clear reason to exist, and all of this will be a dream."

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inmyownworld
2009-05-17 03:19 pm UTC (link)

L had always thought of games as contests, competitions, battles to determine the superiority of one mind over another. To hear Laura compare romance and (had she really said it?) love to chess, as a mutually fulfilling and victorious game, was just what the logically-minded detective needed to begin to wrap his mind around the concepts. He knew that, regardless of what Laura claimed about herself, there were things that she could teach him. She had known love in her life, and he was just waking up to it. "I don't want to torture you," L said earnestly. He bit his lip, averting his eyes shyly. "However... I do want to make love to you, whether we view it as a game or not. And soon." It wasn't a demand, or even a request, but a simple, modest statement of fact.

Laura was not hurting L, and if she was causing discomfort, it was the kind that was conducive to this sort of activity. He wanted to seize her hips and pull her closer against him, but was currently distracted by the motions of her tongue against his his knuckles, and then his hand against her cool, smooth cheek.

It stunned L that Laura could continue to be so hard on herself when he was clearly in the palm of her hand. "I've known interesting women... but you're interesting," he insisted. "Besides... of anyone I've known, you're the only one I've done anything approaching this with. Even though I'm intrigued, and a little frightened, it doesn't matter that you're dead. It just matters that you're Laura, and that you are serious about this, even if it is a game. Because I don't want another woman."

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