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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 20:29:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 10, l lawliet, laura moon, location: gym

Who: Laura Moon and L Lawliet
What: Finding something very important that she allowed to get lost.
Where: The Gym / Makeshift Rundown Hospital
When: Around 10:00pm
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

Laura had been searching for L ever since she had made it out of the scraps of wood and concrete and metal that had once been the liquor store. It had been a very, very bad day. It hadn't started terribly, but it had sharply taken a turn for the worst. The worst part of it was that, once again, she was not by L's side in the face of danger. She'd failed, yet again.

With the ability to identify human beings by the light of their souls, it was not difficult to find him. There had been a few moments, though, while she was looking for him, burning like a torch in the darkness, when she was very worried that his light would be nowhere to be found. She should have gone with him, should have talked to him more about Light. After all, a dead woman was not enough to keep an intelligent, moody, fragile man in the world. Surely he had gone to off himself, she realized in hindsight; if he hadn't, he probably wasn't avoiding his death. Still, she had found him, theoretically. He was getting to be like Shadow. Someone could have thrown Laura into the ocean, weighed her down so she sank to the bottom, and blindfolded her, and she still would have made her way to him. So a little thing like an earthquake was definitely not enough to keep her away.

It was sometime in the early afternoon when she'd found him, but he was surrounded by people. Part of her was glad for that. She'd always said that he needed to get out more, that he needed to be with living people. The pit of her stomach, though, felt icy, like the emptiness was spreading, when she saw Merope with him. He'd reacted more kindly to her than to Laura herself when they'd found Light. Who was she to him? Laura found her startlingly creepy for a human being. Not wanting to reunite with him in front of a large crowd, she had stuck to the shadows, watching. He was amazing to watch, like her own personal ant farm. From where she was, she could only tell that he was hurt, not well. The details were lost in the distance. She had to get to him, but she had the patience to wait.

Once pitch black had set in and most people had allowed themselves to rest, Laura had slipped soundlessly into the gym. She had gone wholly unnoticed, and she'd slipped silently onto a seat beside the bed in which her detective was sleeping. Looking down at him, only a silhouette in the night, she couldn't help but give a sad, hopeful smile. He was alive. Barely, but alive.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-15 03:55 pm UTC (link)

L returned the smile as well as he could. He was currently in a good place, anesthetic-wise, lucid and aware but not in terrible pain. However, the morphine was beginning to wear off, and the wound's nagging pain was returning with a vengeance.

"If... if we find the water you say can... fix things... then it is not a terrible problem. It is possible... it might have survived. Please don't give up all hope. I'll help you look... I promise..." he took a deep, difficult breath, feeling the stitches along his abdomen stretching with his skin. "If you have to go underground... you know that I'll go with you. I'm not afraid." In hindsight, that might have been a lie. Though L loved Laura and was sure that he would follow her anywhere, he had been six feet underground today, and almost stayed there. Laura felt fragile, as she lay in his arms, and tentative, and extremely cold. Just as she said. He reached toward her chest, his fingers falling on the shelf support and curling around it loosely. He wanted to take that out, and quickly... seeing things sticking out of the people he loved played havoc with his peace of mind.

But, lying there, with Laura, L was happy. He needed her. She was giving him all he had any right to ask of a person, living or dead. Her assurance that she would not leave. Her loyalty, her love... these were things that no one had ever given him before. "Don't worry about those things, Laura... I cannot find someone I love disgusting no matter what happens. It hasn't happened before, but I know that we'll find a way. We have to."

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spitandviolets
2009-06-15 08:26 pm UTC (link)

"You can't come with me where I'd be going, Rabbit. There wouldn't...be any oxygen down there. There wouldn't be any way for you to breathe, Love." She sighed, wishing she had her right arm so that she could reach around and touch his cheek. Instead, she settled on stroking his hand. "I'd be burying myself, because it's cooler underground. You couldn't be buried with me." It was good that it was a lie. There was no way that she would let him follow her into the darkness.

Her eye, the good one, followed his hand to the spot that it rested, and her mind instantly jumped to several days ago and the tender way that he'd touched her chest. His hand had rested in much the same spot, though it was far less purposeful. It was a memory that came to her clearly, and that was refreshing. "We'll do it together," she said softly. Her hand slid to his. "It might be messy, but...I can't really face you or hug you with metal sticking out of my chest." She grabbed the spike firmly and tugged at it as hard as she could. Something inside of her chest made a cracking sound. This shelf support was coming out the opposite of the way that it went in; there was, surely, another big chunk of flesh that was going to be coming out. Not wanting to enlarge the hole, Laura refrained from twisting as she pulled. Green fluid leaked from her back as the base of the support disappeared into her torso. From L's vantage point behind her, he could easily see a hole that was about five inches around right in the core of her. Her spine was showing, as was the back of her lungs. And there, slightly to the left, was her heart.

"This is too disgusting," she said, realizing how she must have looked to him. "You say that you can't find me so, but this is going to be nasty. I thought the hole in my side was bad, but there isn't going to be a whole lot of me left to keep the inside of me...in. L, I should go."

If she could have been crying, it is very probable that Laura would have been. Her love was crushing her. The spike in her chest was strangely appropriate for how she was feeling. Turning around to face him after prying his fingers from the spike, she looked into his eyes with the one she had left. "You're too good for me," she said, and a smile touched her lips. "I don't deserve you." Her heart felt sick. After the flirting she'd been doing with Gambit, she really didn't deserve him. She was still her old self in that solitary way, and it killed her.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-16 09:01 am UTC (link)

Well, no oxygen meant one thing... but L thought that he would rather die with Laura than live without her. It took a lot to attract a sexually naive man to a rotting corpse, and the fact that Laura had caught his attention in the first place meant that, as long as there was a way for L to follow her, he would. Even into dark places, and especially when there was nowhere else to go. "Technically, I could be buried with you. You know it."

The operation did, indeed, promise to be very messy. L paled as Laura gripped the spike through her sternum, actually trying to remove it by herself and by force. L knew enough about human anatomy, and especially entropic human anatomy by now, to know that this couldn't be a very good thing. His vision spotted and blurred as she turned from him, revealing her naked spine, to attempt the heavy-handed, blind surgical maneuver, and he found his grip on the support slackening as his mind slipped into darkness for a few uneasy moments. He hoped that Laura wouldn't notice that he'd fainted.

Fighting off a wave of nausea as he pulled himself up again, trying to pretend that there was nothing disturbing about what Laura was trying to do, wanting to speak and lie and say that it wasn't disgusting. But he was afraid to open his mouth, feeling slightly sick. His problem-solving mindset thought of constructing a more durable body for Laura, using metal to reinforce her bones and rubber latex to reinforce her skin, holding her together with love in the form of skill. L was smart enough to find a way to do that, and to distract himself from the horrific sight of his lover in danger of falling apart, he focused his thoughts on how he could manage it.

"Don't go. I'm trying to come up with a solution for this... and don't say that. You've never.... you've never done any wrong by me, Laura."

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spitandviolets
2009-06-16 11:49 pm UTC (link)

She didn't want to think about him dead. That was the last thing that she wanted to ever cross her mind. He was L, her Rabbit, and he was immortal and timeless and beautiful in her mind. She knew he was dying. She was always conscious of the fact that he was dying. That didn't mean that she really wanted to think about it. There was not a chance in Hell that she'd let him bury himself with her. The world needed him. "Technically, you could be," she replied, "but you'd either be dead or you'd be choosing to be buried alive, neither of which is something that I would allow you to do. Put such thoughts out of your mind."

Fearless in the face of the metal spike protruding from her chest, Laura clenched her teeth and continued pulling. It was like ripping off a bandaid, and she kept assuring herself that the faster she went the better off she would be. She tried to hide the fact that she was pulling metal out of her body from L, but when she looked over at him she noticed how ill he looked. Immediately sensing a dimming of his light, Laura stopped pulling. The spike was about half way through her body, and it protruded in the front, bits of flesh and insides and green formaldehyde sticking to it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think before acting. I forgot that you're already sick, so you're not your typical perky self." She reached out, feeling his forehead, stroking his hair back affectionately. If she'd known about his plan to make a Terminator out of her deceased corpse, she probably would have been very supportive of the idea. If she thought that it would work, really work, she would have been thrilled, and she'd be in pre-op already.

When he said she'd never done any wrong by him, her heart sank. Shaking her head, she looked away from him. "But I have," she said, "and so I don't deserve such kind thoughtfulness from you. I am what I've always been, the thing about me that you refuse to see. You know how I died. You know how I was in high school. I know I told you about my wild life. So...I think you should know that, while I was looking for you, I was unable to resist flirting with another man." She sighed, feeling sick. Should she mention her flirting with Jay before they'd even met? Yes, it was better to get it all out. "I love you, and I always want to be with you, but it seems that lust is my sin of choice. I don't want them...I just like the witty banter, the dare, the danger in flirting. Before meeting you, I flirted with Jay. And while I was searching for you, I ran into a man named Gambit." Laura curled into herself, driving the spike back in a little when she hugged her knees. "I don't deserve you. I was a horrible person, and I can't seem to get past my fatal flaw. I'm ashamed of myself, actually. That's a strong emotion, strong enough for me to feel."

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