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Nov 24, 2011 14:26

The light streamed into the room and with it came the reminder that it was morning now and another day. It rarely mattered what time of the day it was anymore when he had nowhere to go but it didn't keep him from looking at the pool of light in a state of expectancy. There were points after waking where he expected something to be different, as if ( Read more... )

series: death note

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lionguard November 24 2011, 21:50:03 UTC

In the morning he'd made a pot of coffee and sat at the kitchen table to drink it, smoking a cigarette and staring into nothing while silence and solitude washed over him. There were mornings in his memory where Matt had been in here with him, standing at the counter as though to keep some distance, coming close to share the cigarette and he would take hold of him and drag him into his lap to take care of an early erection. There weren't mornings like that anymore. He could bring him in here in the wheelchair but it wouldn't be the same ( ... )

mjeevas November 25 2011, 01:11:23 UTC

He watched Leon cross the room to him and it broke through the rut his thoughts were in, making him aware of how much deeper his dependency ran than just the physical need ( ... )

lionguard November 25 2011, 02:15:33 UTC

"I'm back now." It had been hours and the drunkenness had worn off and left him with only a headache, no resolution, no ease of feeling. He had thought of leaving for good, letting him stay alone and helpless in their apartment until he'd finally realized Leon wasn't coming back, and he wasn't the kind of man who could really do something like that but the thought had been there. He let Matt go when he turned his head and there was a slow burn of anger in the pit of his stomach for the way this man was always turning away from him. He thought of yanking his face back but instead he said, "All right," at the words and bent to gather the man up in his arms as though he were a child or a bride ( ... )

mjeevas November 25 2011, 05:12:42 UTC

He didn't realize how much the bed felt like a tomb until he was off it. The stagnation of his days was caught in the sheets and in everything he touched for too long. Even the other man. His eyes met Leon's while he was lifted too easily into the chair and none of the man's thoughts were visible, leaving it uncertain how long he'd let himself be pushed around like this and if the disappearance last night meant anything at all. It never crossed his mind that Leon might actually leave one day, just like he never really answered himself on why the man came back. Matt kept silent while watching him set his feet and arms into place, something both grotesque and endearing about the care he took. "Let's go out," he answered, looking down at the hand on his hip before it started moving up. "It's stifling to spend every day here ( ... )

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IDUNNOWHATTHEYSHOULDBE YOU PICK :< /flops and hides/ Also hi again lol thumbonmylip November 25 2011, 09:51:00 UTC

Looking over the medical charts, he searched for one way, any way, that could possibly aid his successor in some sort of rehabilitation. He felt almost as though it were his fault, in a way it directly had been. He hadn't taken a moment of his life that was so crucial into consideration and snowballed it down the line for these poor boys ( ... )

RANDOM OPTION THAT IS NOT THERE. and hi! mjeevas November 25 2011, 10:47:55 UTC

It was still strange to have L inside his apartment. The way the man had shown up after the accident and took over all the aspects of his care overwhelmed him, twisting his perception of the man, and the fact that being taken care of him was almost like being taken care of a stranger, it didn't make him feel more comfortable. The fact that it was L only made it more humiliating, really.

He'd never considered being helpless before this man, it's not what they'd been shaped to be at least, and in the last month the man had seen every base thing about him that there was. He didn't know how to ask him to leave in the way he didn't know how to really look at him without feeling a hint of the respect that had been pounded on them growing up, even if he'd been quite as susceptible to the wide eyed awe. There was something darker that'd been growing in the time L had been here, an attraction that slowly twisted inside of him.

"I need a cigarette." He stared at the man looking at him from the hall, half daring him to deny him.

D: OH GOD, OPTION C. lolol~ ugh, I absolutely /adore/ your Matty thumbonmylip November 25 2011, 10:59:32 UTC

L took in the sight in front of him, the relaxed position that he had left the man in again moulded to what the stubborn younger thought best. A deep breath in through the nose and it almost seemed as though L were preparing for a bit of an argument- he had so hated the smell of those things- but it ended up a puff of air to throw some of his raven locks aside his eyes.

Then again, L wasn't one to back down from a dare, "Matt does not need it, he perceives he needs it." L was walking, rather shuffling, closer. Lazy slouch leaning slightly over the man as he pinched the blankets to re-arrange them, "They're a grotesque unnecessary additive of more potential problems. Let us deal with these first, hm? Then Matt may continue his vices when we can next cure cancer ( ... )

hahah he's kind of an ass. :'\ minus the kind of. mjeevas November 26 2011, 02:36:21 UTC

"That might mean I'll never smoke again," Matt noted, wondering how L meant to deal with him. There were surgical procedures that might give him back his hands but he wouldn't be able to walk for the rest of his life and he doubted even L would be able to find a miraculous solution for the dead weight he'd become. "And it makes me feel better to smoke so it's not entirely unnecessary. All other options are mostly limited now ( ... )

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phosphoriel November 25 2011, 11:55:31 UTC

The room seemed to darken for his presence in it, when he moved inside after Matt's voice called out to him. And yet he himself was as radiant as though lit from within; it was nothing so obvious, so literal, but there was a brilliance to him, to his beauty, that seemed to make the shadows around him deeper. And there were shadows in this room which had the cold sterile air of a medical clinic, the medicines on the night table, the presence of the wheelchair, the man stretched out on his back on the bed like so much empty meat. Lucifer wondered if he found it cruel, to be a prisoner of his body as much as he was a prisoner of him, if he called out to his Maker to know why. God was deaf if he did. The curtains were drawn over the windows but they were thin and gauzy and light still trickled in, watery, like something not quite real ( ... )

mjeevas November 25 2011, 22:53:18 UTC

Being prepared for the sight of Lucifer didn't dismiss the continuous ways he found himself reacting to him. Chaos was in his thoughts and the darker the room became, the more helpless he felt, incapacitated by the sight of himself in the other's eyes. He wasn't really angry, not anymore, the emotion was wasted when the only thing to spend it on was the indifference of the room and Lucifer's insusceptibility. He looked away ( ... )

phosphoriel November 25 2011, 23:47:27 UTC

One hand cradled the glass and the other Matt's head and he tilted the rim of it to his lips by slow degrees, letting him take the water at his pace. It had taken some time to establish such a practiced rhythm, but all things were worth patience. The man's earlier resistance had been much soothed since those first days. He had seen to it. There was little choice to him, with his body so ruined, but to accept what Lucifer desired for him, required of him, and the hand that smoothed over Matt's brow as he took away the empty glass was a twisted sort of affection. "So it has. You're in remarkably fine health," he murmured, though he knew that wasn't the man's point ( ... )

mjeevas November 26 2011, 01:37:22 UTC

Looking at the revealed sky was seeing the monotone of his days reflected back at him in the form of a clear, infinite blue. The clouds shifted some days, pulled along by the wind, but it was cloudless at the moment and it made him more aware of his own stasis the longer he stared. The way the light fell to the ground taunted him with a heat he wouldn't be able to reach out and feel so he didn't look closely. His eyes seemed to be drawn to Lucifer more often than not. "My legs are still jerking a lot," he noted, even though the pills took care of it most of the time. "And I'm still stuck here. It's not much of a recovery ( ... )

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bloodredknight November 30 2011, 16:00:22 UTC

A month later and it felt like nothing had changed and that nothing ever would. Time kept going but for the two of t hem, survivors in the loosest, most bastardized reflection of the term, it might have well as stopped completely. If not for the plain calendar in the kitchen which he dutifully marked morning after morning with permanent hatches he would have been unable to give the proper date if ever pressed and sometimes, somedays, Matt asked.

It was Hell.

Something he knew he was bound for but never expected to go through while still breathing.

He’d been up for hours already when the drift of Matt’s voice reached his ears in the living room. Voices carried, as did footsteps (only his) and the slam of doors, the creak of pipes and memories. The memories, which were the worst part because he couldn’t walk five steps without sinking into another. Here, there, in the kitchen in the fucking bathroom. Anywhere. It made it seem like he (no, not Aya-- him) was still alive and with him and he’d feel that possessive touch of those hands ( ... )

mjeevas December 1 2011, 08:00:45 UTC

"I thought I might have chased you away," Matt mentioned, conversationally, noting the way Aya didn't quite step inside the room. Everything surrounding him seemed to be tainted with the same uselessness that'd taken over his body, the smell of a hospital and an invalid lingering despite the way it was supposed to feel more like home. The idea of this being a home grew more ridiculous each day but he swallowed the thought down while watching Aya ( ... )