firm_detective: (girlfriend)
L wakes curled against Misa's back, his arm wrapped around her, cradling her stomach. The room is blurry for a moment before details begin to emerge; then it becomes obvious that everything is wrong.

The room is generally dark, but brightened by the cool false daylight that streams in through the windows. Now the light is cold and bright, and he can see that there's snow on the outside of their windowpanes. The room itself had been decorated in black, grey, and red when he went to sleep (restful, he thinks, though he would prefer something lighter); it has transformed into what he supposes is meant to be a holiday wonderland, with touches of red and green and gold. Their garnet velvet bedspread, for example, is now dark green. What had been black wood in their furniture has changed, as if touched by Midas, into muted antique gold. The mantel over the fireplace has a garland of real holly leaves and berries, and in the open walkway between the bedroom and the living room, a ball of mistletoe hangs from the ceiling.

The small Christmas tree in the corner of the room, between the fireplace and the bathroom door, is expected; Misa dragged it there and set it up a week earlier. Everything else is a surprise.

This isn't the first time it has happened; the room changed when she moved into it, and went entirely white for about twenty-seven hours or so after they bound themselves to each other. But this is the first time the decoration has happened as the result of a holiday, and he wonders if perhaps they should find a new room.

The room has been relatively benign apart from that, though, so he pushes the thought aside, angles his neck, and kisses just below her ear. "Misa, it's time to wake up."

It's her twenty-first birthday.

[Happy birthday, Misa! Thread is private to [ profile] firm_detective and [ profile] misamisal. No serious adult content, just fluff. Translation: May you live forever.]

Date: 2009-12-27 01:57 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::The kiss tickles in her sleep and she smiles softly, but her hand reaches up to scratch the area, then nestles back against L and continues to sleep, undisturbed.::

((ooc: She's a good sleeper, I think. ;) ))

Date: 2009-12-27 02:03 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*This time, he gives her a little shake, then tries to pull away from her and roll her onto her back.*


*He murmurs directly into her ear in a sing-song tone.*

Date: 2009-12-27 06:17 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::this wakes her and before she can open her eyes she hears his soft voice in her ear. Smiling, she reaches out to sleepily wind her arms around his shoulders, leaning forward to softly press her lips to his::
Good morning. Hmm, it's brighter in here.

Date: 2009-12-27 04:58 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*He returns her kiss, with his eyes closed, slipping his arms around her. When the kiss breaks, he leans his forehead against hers.*

It is... festive. I think it might be someone's birthday.

*There's a faint amused note in his voice.*

Everything has changed again, Misa. Look around.
Edited Date: 2009-12-27 05:06 pm (UTC)

Date: 2009-12-27 06:31 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she smiles and opens her eyes, squinting a moment at the bright light::
Oh wow, it's beautiful! And all the snow outside!

::leaning up once more, she gives him a quick peck on the lips::
Merry Christmas.

Date: 2009-12-27 06:46 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*He smiles, watching her with a fond expression on his face.*

I haven't been to the window yet. It is a bit colder in here than usual, isn't it?

*He looks down, and dismay creeps into his voice as he adds,*

The blanket is different. Similar. A different colour.

I suppose you will want to eat fried chicken today.

Date: 2009-12-27 09:50 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she bursts out laughing::
Oh my, no. My family and I used to sit home on Christmas and laugh at all the lines shown on the news. My Mom and Grandma's used to cook ham and such on Christmas. I was thinking of cooking a little, but, what would you like today?

Date: 2009-12-28 03:16 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
When I was small, it was... turkey, goose, or ham, and my mother cooked it. My grandparents were dead.

*He shivers, then squirms until he's closer to her again, which is warmer.*

It is both Christmas and your birthday. Cake is required.

*This is a declaration of incontrovertible fact.*

Maybe I will light a fire.

Date: 2009-12-29 12:21 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she scoots closer as well; it's cold this morning.::

Yes, cake is most definitely required. Perhaps some ice cream as well...I was thinking of making a dessert my Mom used to make each year; Pumpkin Bars. They're so delicious.

::turning her face to his, she rubs her nose against his::
Is there anything special you'd like me to make today? Or find in one of the kitchens?

Date: 2009-12-29 04:46 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*A thoughtful expression passes over his face.*

If you want to make pumpkin bars, I can't stop you. But it is your birthday, and cooking is unnecessary. There is almost always enough food.

Sometimes you make it difficult to spoil you, Misa.

*He stretches out against her, takes a long moment to kiss her, then pulls away and rolls over, hanging over the edge of the bed, searching under the bed with his hands.*

Speaking of which... ah.

*He produces two packages in a stack. One is a large box, two feet by one foot by about eight inches tall; the other is smaller, slim and flat, about eight by ten inches. It looks like it might be a book. The packages are wrapped in damask-patterned blue and gold paper, and he's grateful that the change in the room does not seem to have affected them so far. He places them on the bed next to her.*


Date: 2009-12-29 10:01 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she laughs::
I like it when you spoil me, but I want to spoil you, too.

::her eyes light up at the packages before her::
Oh L, thank you! They're beautiful!
::Quckly she turns and pulls open a drawer from the nightstand and produces three medium to small boxes wrapped in dark blue plaid paper stacked on top of each over to make a tiered look, tied together with a sparkling light blue ribbon and topped with a slightly golden bow.::
::Holding them out to him, she smiles::
Merry Christmas.

Date: 2009-12-29 10:23 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*He sits up, holding the covers to his chest; it really is chilly in the room.*

Open yours first.

*The larger package doesn't have much heft; it contains a long black silk satin and chiffon nightgown trimmed with heavy cream-colored lace, a matching shorter chemise, black silk panties with ties over the hips, and a robe to match the two nightgowns. The ensembles are both opulent and comfortable, and it had taken several weeks of visits to the wish room to acquire them.

The other package is a slipcased copy of The Little Prince.*

Date: 2009-12-31 03:24 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she complies and is soon slowly removing the paper at the seams. The first is The Little Prince and her eyes light up as her voice lowers, breathless::
Oh, L...thank you so much.
::a smile crosses her face, a bit embaressed::
This may sound silly, but, would you read this to me later? It's been so long since someone's read it to me.

Date: 2009-12-31 04:21 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*He gives her a long look, and then replies,*

Of course.

*He won't be able to get far enough into the book to reach the section relevant to why he has chosen it for her, though: what the prince learns from the fox. His rose is unique and special because he loves her, and as such, the prince and the rose are responsible for each other. He remembers that the book was read to him when he was a very young boy, and upon recollecting the parallel, he decided that it would be an appropriate and meaningful thing to give to her.*

Please, open the other one. Or tell me which of these I should open first.

Date: 2010-01-01 07:42 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
You open one first. The top one.
::She smiles, thinking of the puzzles inside: The Isis and The Ramisis.::
I did some research and tried to find something difficult that you would be able to spend some time on. Plus, there are three parts that haven't been released yet, so even if you've done these two before, perhaps the wish room would be nice enough to provide us with the other three.

((ooc: Isis: Ramisis: And more information here: ))

Date: 2010-01-01 09:10 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*He uses delicate motions to open the package containing the two sculptural puzzles. After revealing them, he stares at them for a long moment.*

No, I haven't done them before -- if they are recent, they are not the sort of thing that I have the opportunity to pay much attention to. Not at home, anyway.

*In the mansion, particularly in the recent past, he's felt like he has nothing but time, more time than he knows what to do with. If these are difficult, and designed such that he can't cut the proverbial Gordian Knot, they should keep him occupied for at least a little while. He's particularly grateful for her thoughtfulness, and he flashes a tiny smile at her.*

Thank you. I love them.

Open your other package, Misa.

Date: 2010-01-01 09:28 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she smiles widely::
I'm so glad! I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to watch you work on them.

::picking up the package, she carefully opens it much like she did the first one, then lifts off. Her eyes go wide and a big smile spreads across her face::
::Using her index finger and thumb, she lifts each piece of clothing out, hanging it in front of her vision::
Oh, L, it's all so beautiful! Thank you so much! I can't wait to wear it later!
::after replacing ever garment back into the box, she leans over and wraps her arms around him, then moves her hands to his face and presses a kiss to to his lips::
Thank you so much, I love everything.

Date: 2010-01-01 10:05 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*He develops a peculiar, half-frowning expression, then shrugs as it clears.*

If you want to... although I can't imagine that it will be very interesting to stare at me while I stare at something.

*Then, he proceeds to stare at her as she pulls all the lingerie out of the box. Not as exquisite as she is, he thinks, but it's a start. A faint smell of lavender drifts from the box.*

You should wear it all day.

*He returns her kiss, then, clinging to her.*

I will open the other two boxes now, or later?

Date: 2010-01-02 01:09 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she shakes her head, smiling in awe::
Oh no, watching you is facinating, particularlly when you're figuring something out.

::giggling at his suggesting, she nods::
Yes, that's a good idea.
::Upon pulling back, she motions to his remaining gifts.::
Open them now, please.
::She smiles at the remaining two boxes. In the middle one there are two books by the same author, both each a puzzle in their own right. The remaing, and largest, box contains bags and smaller boxes with candy and sweets from all over the world in a variety of flavors and types.::

((ooc: The two books: and the sequel . As for the box of sweets, feel free to add anything you want to it. I'm adding Kasugai Gummy's in every flavor: and Swiss Colony Truffles and cheesecake tarts: and Ta-da! :D lol ))

Date: 2010-01-02 05:44 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*His removal of the wrapping is methodical. Rather than tearing into the paper, it's almost as if he makes the tape disappear -- carefully lifted, or sometimes torn with the edge of his fingernail. The paper comes off in one piece.*

*He doesn't speak until after he reads the description of House of Leaves, which Misa has recommended to him several times in the past.*

This book... it is an uncomfortable thing to read here, isn't it? Yet I think in some ways this place isn't as bad.

*After he opens the sweets, he eats one of the cheesecake tarts, and then plucks another from the box. He holds the tart in front of her face and, with his mouth full, insists,*

Open your mouth, Misa. It is delicious.

Date: 2010-01-03 01:44 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she nods slightly::
Yes, kind of. Still, I think you'll find the letters interesting. Some of them are in House of Leaves as well, but I thought being able to read them all would be helpful for figuring everything out.

::Smiling, she leans forward slightly and take the entire tart into her mouth, just barely brushing against his fingertips with the tip of her tongue and her lips. Her eyes light up as she begin to chew, her voice muffles slightly::
Mmmm, it is delicious! I'm so glad, there was no way to try them before.

Date: 2010-01-03 03:45 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*Because his fingertips are already close to her face, he brushes them along her jaw in a gesture of affection.*

I will read it because you want me to, Misa.

*He leans in to kiss her forehead, then adds,*

I do not have any jewelry to give to you this year. I thought -- there isn't any way of knowing that you'll be able to take it home. I don't want you to lose things that are meaningful to both of us.

Would you like to try another of these tarts?

Date: 2010-01-06 06:31 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::gently, she caresses his his cheek, reaching further to stroke his hair::
That's alright. I'll always like whatever you get me because it's from you.
::she adds as an after thought, with a bit of amusement::
Besides, you have really good taste; though it could be because you're so observant.
:at the question, she nods::
Yes please. They're fantastic. When you want something chocolatey, try the truffles. My Mom used to order them every year for Christmas.

Date: 2010-01-07 09:27 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*L leans his head against the small hand stroking his hair.*

Your mother.

*He says the words thoughtfully. Misa's parents haven't been dead long enough to have faded for her the way his have for him. When he speaks again, his voice drops to a murmur.*

You've talked about her a lot this morning.

*As he talks, he reaches into the box again, and holds a chocolate chip cheesecake tart in front of her mouth.*

Date: 2010-01-11 10:12 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she sighs softly, continuing to stroke his hair, leaning a bit closer to take the cheesecake tart from his fingers::
Thank you.
::A few chews and she speaks softly around it, careful not to show any of the chewed food.::
I suppose the holidays make me think of her and Daddy.
::A soft swallow, and she continues::
They were a big part of the holidays. Mom used to make a large breakfast with all my favorites Christmas morning. The smell would wake me up and everyone would usually be downstairs in the kitchen and dining room area and they'd start singing happy birthday as I came down the stairs. My Dad would scoop me up in his arms and spin me around. He would always say I was the best Christmas present he'd ever gotten, and Mom and Nori would agree and we'd have this big group hug.
::she smiles softly, her eyes far off, remembering, then laughs softly::
It sounds kind of silly when I talk about it, but it always felt so wonderful.

Date: 2010-01-11 11:18 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*L's reply is immediate.*

Of course. Anyone would agree with him, Misa.

*He decides to try one of the Black Forest cheesecake tarts, then; after popping it into his mouth, he tries to speak around it.*

Do we want to leave the room today? I would be happy to stay here with you.

Date: 2010-01-11 11:51 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
::she laughs, moving her hand only to replace it against his jaw, pressing a kiss to his cheek::
I would be happy to stay here with you, too. Though, perhaps a small trip to the snow room would be nice, if only just to smell the cold air for a moment. Though, maybe the windows will open in here today. If they do, there would be no need leave at all.

Date: 2010-01-12 12:08 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*He looks a little unsettled by that thought; sometimes it's easy, in this pleasant room, to be lulled into a false sense of security, to leave the mansion's dangers on the other side of the thick wooden door.*

I hope they don't. If we can open them, so can anything on the outside.

*To be fair, though, all he has ever seen outside their windows is a quiet, distant forest scene with deer occasionally wandering by, far below the window. The only exception was the occasion on which he saw a white unicorn, delicate, both caprine and equine at the same time. He had told no one, though he would have drawn Misa's attention to it if she had been in the room at the time.*
Edited Date: 2010-01-12 12:09 am (UTC)


firm_detective: (Default)

May 2012

6 789101112

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 25th, 2017 06:55 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios