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L has been keeping to himself, more or less, since his leg healed, but regular trips to the largest of the libraries are always on his agenda. As such, he spends much of his time reading. Tonight it's I, Claudius, which isn't holding his attention as well as he would like.
He rests in bed, propped up on pillows, his legs stretched out in front of him. Misa sprawls next to him, reading a magazine that she's managed to find somewhere. It might be any time of day, but his body and the lack of false daylight streaming in through the windows in their bedroom both tell him that it's probably closing in on midnight -- the moonlight, as fake as everything else, is silver in a dark blue velvet sky.
He shifts position, rolling on his side to face Misa, shifting the pillows that support his head. Before resuming his reading, he pauses to look at her. He likes the curve of her eyelashes against her cheek. As such, he tugs at the top of the spine of her magazine, then cranes his neck to try to kiss her forehead. He takes care to exaggerate the forlorn quality of his facial expression.
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firm_detective and misamisal. Adult content in its second half, but no smut tags. Translation: Hope is the anchor of life.
With regard to the injury mentioned here, it was an IC explanation for L's absence from the main community: he fell on some ice in one of the winter rooms and sprained his ankle and knee, and it took several months to heal.]
He rests in bed, propped up on pillows, his legs stretched out in front of him. Misa sprawls next to him, reading a magazine that she's managed to find somewhere. It might be any time of day, but his body and the lack of false daylight streaming in through the windows in their bedroom both tell him that it's probably closing in on midnight -- the moonlight, as fake as everything else, is silver in a dark blue velvet sky.
He shifts position, rolling on his side to face Misa, shifting the pillows that support his head. Before resuming his reading, he pauses to look at her. He likes the curve of her eyelashes against her cheek. As such, he tugs at the top of the spine of her magazine, then cranes his neck to try to kiss her forehead. He takes care to exaggerate the forlorn quality of his facial expression.
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firm_detective and misamisal. Adult content in its second half, but no smut tags. Translation: Hope is the anchor of life.With regard to the injury mentioned here, it was an IC explanation for L's absence from the main community: he fell on some ice in one of the winter rooms and sprained his ankle and knee, and it took several months to heal.]
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Date: 2010-07-06 05:45 pm (UTC)From:I understand. I'm sorry. I feel like-like I shouldn't have said anything, but I don't want to keep anything from you. I can't keep anything from you. All I have to do is see you and every wall I put up for everyone else crumbles. But, I like that. I like being able to be so close to you.
::Her free hand wipes at her eyes::
I think I feel like I'm disappointing them in some way. Like I'm deserting them. I hate the idea that they're somewhere in the world, hating me, and I can't do anything about it.
::a shake of her head::
But, I'm being so selfish, and that's worse. To take them from their lives- Akito wouldn't grow up with grandparents, aunts and uncles like I did. It will only be on his Father's side, but those people will still be there.
::Moving his hand, she cradles it against her cheek, continuing to kiss his wrist::
Thank you for listening. I am still commited to you, completely. I can get along without them, it's obvious from all the time I've been here. But, I can't get along without you. I know I'm making the right decision.
::This time, she slides beneath his arm, cuddling as close as she can to his body::
I love you. Thank you for taking care of me. I'm sorry I can be a handful sometimes, I'm such an emotional person, but I know you'll do what's best for us. I trust you completely. Everything will be better once we get back to our world.
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Date: 2010-07-06 10:56 pm (UTC)From:He pats her shoulder with the hand that rests against it, then says, patient, "Misa, please calm down. If this issue came up once, it will come up again." So far, in many ways, he feels as if he hasn't been part of the conversation at all.
"To begin with -- they are not somewhere in the world; they are in another world. What makes you think that they would hate you? Your sister is aware of your situation, yes?"
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Date: 2010-07-07 01:55 am (UTC)From:Yes, she is. She told me to do what I had to do. She said she could tell how important this is to me and that she loves me no matter what.
::remembering her previous conversations with her sister, how much she talked about L, at any chance she got and she smiles softly at how approving Nori had been.::
I had this nightmare again the other night. We were finally back in our world, but suddenly Nori appeared. She was holding Akito-he was crying and could barely look at me. She said it was all my fault for leaving and then she turned and disappeared. I couldn't see where they went, but I kept hearing Akito crying.
::a deep, slow sigh, as if she's just lifted something heavy from her chest.::
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Date: 2010-07-07 03:31 am (UTC)From:A recurring dream, probably driven by anxiety. Raising his free hand to his mouth, he sets the tip of his thumb between his teeth and presses down on the top edge of the lower row. It isn't quite painful, but the sensation has a presence. It makes it easier to focus his emotions.
"Please think rationally, Misa. How could something like that be your fault? I'm aware that in some ways you feel responsible for what happens in your world -- but it isn't your world anymore. It has nothing to do with you, even if something you did in the past caused trouble. Your ties are severed; this is... it is your imagination." As he speaks, his fingertips make a lazy, affectionate trail along her shoulder, then up to her hair, which he smooths.
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Date: 2010-07-11 02:32 am (UTC)From:I know...I just get paranoid sometimes, especially with the dreams. They can feel so real. I feel a little better now and I'll try my best not to feel that way.
::a smile now::
I feel much better when I think about finally going home with you and seeing our world and how wonderful it'll be to finally set foot on real land and breath real fresh air, not the conjured kind in the rooms here.
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Date: 2010-07-11 03:07 am (UTC)From:He wants -- tries -- to be empathetic for her, but familial love is relevant to him primarily as a potential motivation for someone else's criminal activity.
As such, and as an experiment, he sometimes lets his mind wander to the topic of the children he and Misa might one day have together. He knows that he would protect them with all of his power, but he isn't sure why; he prods his own feelings on the topic and cannot, as yet, feel hypothetical love for them. It's possible that his protectiveness would be motivated more by the rush of love he feels for the woman who would be their mother, the knowledge of the way that losing them could undo her, or the fact that he guards what is his.
"For one thing, Misa, you would make a target of your sister's family." He continues to stroke the hair behind her ear.
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Date: 2010-07-11 05:23 am (UTC)From:Targets...as in they could be hunted, should someone find out they have ties to you through me, hmm?
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Date: 2010-07-12 03:17 am (UTC)From:His hand is still at his mouth, although he is no longer fidgeting with it; he lets it fall to his side. As much as he has deep misgivings about putting Misa's close relatives in more danger than necessary, he's also disinterested in giving possible leverage to any enemies.
He moves his other hand up, until it's almost cupping the back of her head.
"Apart from that, they would have no place in society in my world. No history, no place to live. You have a double there; she already has a sister. It's different for me, and for you, because I have no public face. You would also be very private. It's another matter entirely when someone has other ties -- ordinary work, relatives, and so on."
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Date: 2010-07-13 03:42 am (UTC)From:Yes, I hadn't thought of that...they would be giving up everything else in their lives without being able to make the decision for themselves. And the possibility that they could be harmed...I can't let that happen.
::a small pause::
The double of myself in your world- she has a sister, too?
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Date: 2010-07-13 04:28 am (UTC)From:He turns his head and bends to kiss her forehead again. The knot of tension in his stomach is fading, now that they're discussing the matter.
"Yes. A few years older. Akiko...?" It's been a while, and Amane's sister was so tangential to the case that it's hard for him to remember.
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Date: 2010-07-20 11:22 pm (UTC)From:How strange...usually the Misa's here don't have any siblings. I wonder what she looks like. I wonder if she looks like Nori.
::She gives him a small squeeze:: Thank you. I really appreciate this. Thank you for having this talk with me. I feel much better now. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.
::turning, she looks up at him, her arm still draped over his torso. She stares at him a moment, then leans up and captures his lips before pulling back just slightly, her forehead resting against his. With a small smile, she reaches under her pillow and pulls out a red velvet mask laced with red feathers. Slowly, she slides it up his arm, just barely touching.::
Look what I found today.
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Date: 2010-07-21 07:30 pm (UTC)From:Misa squeezes him, and it's obvious that she wants to close the topic, but he isn't able to put her questions aside as easily as that. "Misa," he protests, "if there's more to discuss, we should discuss it."
After her kiss, and her smile, she runs a scrap of velvet up his arm; it doesn't derail his train of thought, but to an extent, it distracts him. Still resting his forehead against hers, he twists his head to look at the mask.
"'Found,'" he says, echoing her in a way that suggests he thinks her coup involved more intent than accident. "Where did you find something like that?"
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Date: 2010-07-21 08:50 pm (UTC)From:I think I'm okay now. I can't make such a desicion for them, and you're absolutely right; they would have no history in your world. They wouldn't be able to survive there. It's better that they stay where they are. Besides, without them in our world, it'll give us more freedom. Plus, as selfish as it sounds, I like the idea of having you to myself. But, if there's anything else you think we should discuss about it, I'm certainly open to that.
::a small laugh::
I found it in a container of props in my old closet.
::She decides not to tell him about the matching bra and panties set she's wearing under her clothes that go with the mask.::
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Date: 2010-07-22 03:50 am (UTC)From:After a moment, he darts forward to kiss her again, rolling in towards her, his hand coming to rest on her waist. He presses the length of his body to hers.
"What were you doing in your old closet?" he murmurs. The scent of strawberries has been teasing him all evening, with an unidentifiable source. It isn't the perfume that Misa sometimes wears; it's too faint and inconsistent for that, unless it's one small drop somewhere under her clothes. He inhales deeply near her skin, trying to determine the origin of the scent.
[OOC: I didn't want to assume she was wearing it. If it's not a little drop on the bra somewhere, it could be coming from clothes in the closet in their room, a few feet away, that she's already worn. :) ]
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Date: 2010-07-23 03:43 am (UTC)From:::when he presses her flush against him she gasps softly, then runs her tongue slowly over his upper lip. At his question, she chuckles softly::
Finding something special to wear.
::The deep breath causes her to laugh, knowing he must be smelling the strawberry purfume she dabbed on the red bow in the center of her bra and panties.::
((ooc: She's wearing this: http://www.fairygothmother.co.uk/fgm-showgirl.htm The purfume is on the red bows. :3 That was a really cute idea! :D ))
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Date: 2010-07-23 05:12 am (UTC)From:His knee injury had occasioned a long period of relative celibacy. What lovemaking he was physically capable of pursuing, then, was intermittent, not as fluid as he had become used to. After he felt that he had recovered enough to try it, he'd developed a position, lying on their sides, head-to-feet, with a cushion between his knees and his head pillowed on her inner thigh, that allowed him to pleasure her in comfort. Vigorous activity had been out of the question, though.
In the weeks since the pain had faded and his walking had become more steady, the passion between them had flared again. It had some of the newness and sense of variety that it had had in the beginning.
His hand slips down from her waist to her hip, tugging at her soft knit dress until the hem creeps up her thigh. He puts his hand under her skirt, and feels -- silk satin, the edge of a ribbon. He tugs at the end with his fingertips, then, still exploring, caresses and cups her bottom.
-- Ruffles?
The strawberry scent is more present in the air, but he still can't quite place it.
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Date: 2010-07-25 05:39 am (UTC)From:Sort of, yeah. I wanted to do something nice for you. In the morning I'll make blueberry and strawberry pancakes and apple cinnimon pancakes. Does that sound good?
::his exploring fingertips brings a soft sigh from her as well as a tingling throughout her body. Softly, she moves her hands over his shoulders and back, pulling up the white cotton of his shirt until she's able to reach her fingertips beneath to move over his smooth skin. She smiles at the thought of him finding the purfume she'd somewhat hidden beneath her clothes.::
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Date: 2010-07-25 10:09 am (UTC)From:With her hands caressing him, then finding their way under his shirt, he leaves off exploring the satiny ruffles of her underthings. "This is interesting, Misa, but I would rather look at it than take it off of you before I've seen it." As he whispers to her, he moves his hand back to her waist, then tugs the skirt higher. "Please."
He can't lift the dress any further without her assistance; his own shirt will hardly be any more convenient to take off in their current positions. His pajama bottoms can wait.
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Date: 2010-08-06 04:12 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-08-27 06:21 am (UTC)From:At first, he leans back on his elbows, staring up at her, memorizing the details. She's wearing a black satin bra and matching knickers, both covered in black ruffles with red ribbon trim and bows. The knickers lace up on each side, but the ribbon he has already untied trails down her leg. Disarray is more tempting than perfection; it makes him want to unlace the panties further, but as he lifts the end of the ribbon between his fingertips, he changes his mind and lets it fall back against her thigh.
He curves his spine to bring his face closer to her, then wraps his arms around her waist and presses his lips to her abdomen, then higher, then higher again. The tumbled ends of her pale hair are brushing against his forehead. His breathing is regular, and when he reaches the bow at the center of the bra, he stops, then inhales a few times, turning his head to the side and nestling against her. He is certain, beyond doubt, that the bow is the source of the strawberry scent.
"Found it."
He sounds pleased with himself.