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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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spitandviolets
2009-06-18 11:48 pm UTC (link)

The moment she heard movement behind her, Laura collected herself. What was he doing? If he was trying to get up, she was going to put him in his place. She stood and turned around, her face completely dry except for the remnants of her right eye. It was a gory sight, and he probably got a full view of it when she rushed to his side. Her body was so mangled, and her mind was so cloudy, that she got there just a moment too late. The glass was already breaking when she was half way on his bed.

"L!" she said, wanting to cry out, wanting to yell, but finding no way to do so. That was one thing that death had taken away, and it blew. She didn't know what to do. Her remaining hand felt idle. Somewhere out there, in the pharmacy, the hand on her other arm strained and fretted, for it was still active via the magic that kept her existing. Her eye was wide, and she gathered him into her arm. Holding him closely to her chest, her gaping chest, she shook him gently. She didn't want to hurt him. "L, you stupid idiot, look at me. Open your eyes and look at me. For somebody so smart, you're pretty stupid."

She set him down like he was made of glass. She was moist, and her formaldehyde was on his clothes. About that, she felt bad. She didn't want him to get dirty. Being sick was enough, but sick and dirty was horrible. Nobody was around, really. That was the point of her visiting at this time of night. She was on her own.

"Rabbit," she murmured. Laying down next to him once more, her head on his chest, she pressed her empty shoulder socket into his uninjured side. Her eye leaked onto his chest. "Rabbit, stop this. Stop it. I'm sad because I'm guilty. Because I am horrible to you. I left you alone when I went out to find you food after we made love. I wasn't there to stop whatever happened to you while I was out. I wasn't there when you were hurt by Bob. I wasn't there when you were stabbed by a shovel. I dragged you away from the body of your dead friend, and I wasn't there to console you because I was locked up inside of a freezer." Her hand gripped at his chest, gently squeezing at his shirt. Sliding into her bra, she pulled out the coin, looking at it. It glittered even in the dim light in the clinic.

"I know how much you love me. And I know that I will love you forever. You've got a piece of me that I can never have back, and I don't want it. I will love you even when there is nothing left to me whatsoever. When I am nothing but a ghost, I will still love you. I just want you to be happy, L. And I've failed at that, too, because I've failed at everything else. I've never done anything but take from you."

She wanted to tell him why she was jealous. But that was one secret that she was convinced she'd die with. It was too painful. But he was ending it all, and he was singing, and he was the one who wanted her to be loved. So he deserved the truth. "I'm jealous of every girl in the whole world. Because if you see them, you'll notice that they're interesting without having to try. I've never been interesting. I like being dead because it gives me something unique." That one was stolen from Gambit, because he saw the truth, and it was messy. "If you see anyone besides me, in any way, you'll eventually realize how unremarkable I am. And then what do I do? Go back to being a phantom. I couldn't stand that. I couldn't go on existing if you didn't see me as special anymore."

"I've failed you over and over," she said, clenching the coin. Her hand rested on his chest once more. "But not this time. I'm here now. And you're going to be fine. Because I love you."

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inmyownworld
2009-06-19 12:29 am UTC (link)

The world looked different without pain. Sounds blended into each other harmlessly, and his skin and spirit started to go numb. He stared straight ahead, desiring nothing, mourning nothing, feeling nothing.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Laura was there; he could feel her, smell formaldehyde and traces of her perfume, and she was embracing him tightly. Dimly, he wondered if things were better, if he had repaired everything, or if it was just his faulty perception of the world under the influence of a powerful narcotic.

He opened his eyes, struggling somewhat, looking into Laura's face. No wonder other men noticed her... she was more than beautiful. She was the most beautiful. Exotic and fragile and fearsome and ghoulish and gorgeous. He blinked; his heartbeat was slow, and his mind was only partially functioning, and his body felt like it was made of lead, but he was with it enough to understand that Laura was with him. He needed her, not because he had injected a large amount of a dangerous drug into his system, but because, truly, he had been alone for a long time.

He wanted this. He wanted to lie next to Laura and listen to words overwhelmed by clear love. He was not dying now, but he was beloved, and he felt it to the core of his being. He had to make Laura understand both of those things before she panicked and mistook him for the King of America.

"Stop. Don't be... stupid." For once, L's brain moved more slowly than his mouth. "You're here now. You love me. I... am happy." he didn't notice any kind of mess on his clothes, only that Laura was there and that they were touching and that he needed this. "Don't... fail. Not a phantom. Laura Moon. Only sunshine." Was he making any sense? Why were the ballads and flowery prose spinning in his head only make it out sounding like a very sappy Rorschach?

He held her close, her lightweight body feeling fragile even through his dulled senses. The coin rested between them, maybe keeping him afloat even though he was relatively certain he hadn't killed himself with morphine. "Please... don't leave... wait until I am asleep before you go." he looked into her eyes, his own ringed by dark circles in a paler-than-usual face. "I'll be fine, but don't leave. If you leave, I'll go away, too." he stroked the stump of her arm thoughtfully.

"I'll find your arm and your water tomorrow. I'll let a doctor put it back on. Then I'll get metal, and latex, and rubber, and I'll make your body last forever. You're so special..." he sighed softly, nestling his cheek against Laura's shoulder. "I'm happy to be alive in a world that has you. I'm going to wake up tomorrow. I promise."

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