Sweet Dreams are Made of This, Who Am I to Disagree?

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Who: L Lawliet dead_black_eyes and Belphegor of Sloth makesagoodwife
Where: An inn in Violet City
When: June 25, several hours after Mammon of Greed wakes up
Summary: L's had a thorough and not altogether welcome look at his own soul. Belphegor's had a hell of a week just trying to take care of her husk-friends and dutifully going after Shedinjas with the rest of Johto. But

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[makesagoodwife]

Belphegor let the handkerchief go into his possession willingly, listening with rapt attention as he spoke. An arm snaked slowly around his middle back to offer him support, giving him ample room to shrug her off if he didn't want to be touched.

"Running from what?" she ventured, reaching behind her blindly with her free hand until her fingers snagged the plastic rim of the toilet's lid and closed it, turning it into a makeshift chair. Sitting him down until he'd fully collected himself did not seem like an entirely bad idea at the moment as she gently encouraged him in that direction.

It brought back memories of trying to soothe Leviathan after the sisters had gotten done whipping her into a tearful froth over being a whiny crybaby (whereupon she would promptly prove all of them right by huddling in the nearest corner and bawling). However, UNlike her older sister's episodes, this entire situation felt like walking on eggshells.

Like he was not simply going to bounce back in a few minutes, bright-eyed and ready for vengeance on whatever had upset him so badly. Like those cracks that had spiderwebbed over his surface just now might allow him to break completely if he were jarred the wrong way. Beatrice had demonstrated again and again how easily humans were beaten down until their minds stopped working completely, but it was not something Belphe had watched up close. Or had happen to someone she cared for.

It was...well...it was frankly pretty damned upsetting.

[dead_black_eyes]

L didn't flinch away from the contact, the way he might have when he'd first arrived. He actually seemed to lean toward it, accepting and desiring the concrete support of a friend in the real world.

He lowered himself, appreciating the timing; his legs felt boneless and weak, and he wasn't sure how much longer they'd be able to support him in his current state. "Everything," he breathed. "There were places, and... other people, but nothing stayed, it was this... amorphous, shifting mess of random dangers and fears..." his eyes wrenched away from Belphegor, fixing at a point exactly 90 degrees away from her, as if just looking at a concerned face was overwhelming. His Kadabra intervened, though, eyes flashing as he guided L's mind back to a less claustrophobic place.

L took a deep, shuddering breath. He wasn't sure what Parse was doing, but it had a calming, focusing influence on his mind, and he felt stronger for it. And tired, actually; even though he'd been sleeping for a week, it had not been a restful sleep. But he hadn't eaten in a week, either, and he was starving and parched.

"Belphegor, I'm hungry..." he said softly, hanging his head, suddenly self-conscious of his terrified reaction to his memories returning.

[makesagoodwife]

A nightmare then...or something like it, anyway. Her fingertips smoothed stray bangs out of his face as he paused to breathe, in silent reassurance that he was not, and didn't need to be, alone right now.

At his final statement, her eyes wandered back across the bathroom to the upturned sack of donut holes that laid where he'd dropped them, Wiredrawn still happily sampling those that had tumbled onto the floor. But there still looked to be a good number that were unhurt and still safely within their bag as she leaned over, shooing the couple that were half in and half out to join the others on the floor before rescuing the rest of them. Wiredrawn and whoever else was welcome to the escapees.

"Here..." she said gently, again handing them over to him. "They should still be all right, I'd only gotten them an hour ago."

[dead_black_eyes]

Wiredrawn was in paradise.

Happy donuts. Such good donuts. So happy. So soft. Like clouds. I like clouds...

He watched, wide-eyed and maybe tearing up a little as Belphe retrieved the remaining ones.

Sad donuts... paradise lost...

It didn't take him long to notice that he still had some donuts on the floor, though, and the altercation was swiftly forgotten as he returned to happily nomming.

Back in the bathroom, L was standing bent over in front of the sink with his lips pressed tightly against the faucet, gulping water directly from the tap. He raised his head, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as Belphe approached, before carefully reaching out and accepting the donuts with his thumbs and forefingers.

"I can't thank you enough..." Uncertainly, he reached out and gathered her into a brisk, firm, one-armed hug before resuming his seat and immediately inhaling a donut.

[makesagoodwife]

Poor Wiredrawn...assuming his teammates didn't intend to fight him for his sugary nirvana, he was welcome to every single one of them.

The middle sister's eyes widened as she found herself caught in a half-embrace, taken thoroughly off-guard by it, though she offered no protest to the gesture. A hand alighted between his prominent shoulderblades, offering a token reciprocation (and assistance) as he seated himself and began to eat.

"If you like, I can bring you something from one of the vending machines..." she offered, moving to sit as well as she perched on the edge of the bathtub. Eating, she considered to be a good sign and one she wanted to encourage. Men teetering on the brink of losing their minds most usually didn't have much of an appetite, and it was certainly easier to be reasonable on a full stomach.

Also, if he planned to attack the entire bag of donuts with the same voracity he'd devoured the first, she didn't see it surviving more than a few minutes.

[dead_black_eyes]

For the most part, L's team was rapid-fire intelligent, and they all kind of... got that Wiredrawn wasn't the sharpest pin in the cushion. He was such a simple thing, and it just seemed more... charitable and decent, to let him just have the cookies.

Except for Slightly, of course, who butted right in and swiped one of the Drifloon's coveted "happy donuts."

The remaining donuts designated for human consumption were, likewise, rapidly disappearing. L hadn't been this hungry in a long time, and no one watching him eat could possibly doubt that. Because teetering on the brink of insanity or not, L needed restful sleep, and he couldn't have that until there was something in his stomach.

"I think that this will be all right, for now... I don't want to overdo it," he replied dully, twisting the empty bag with his long, thin fingers. "It was very thoughtful of you to bring those, but... I think that it would be best if I tried to sleep. Even though it's been days, I'm so tired..."

[makesagoodwife]

In spite of the current climate of things, his decision was pleasing to hear. She had been holding off on suggesting that he lay down again, knowing he'd just spent a week in bed and it might well be the last place he wanted to go. Though, being inert and empty, of course, was a far cry from being at rest. And he looked nothing like someone who had spent several days asleep....she, after all, would be an authority on such subjects.

"I do think that would be best." she agreed, reaching out to carefully take the warped length of paper that had once been a bag from him and drop it into the small trash bin at the sink's side. Her hand worked it's way into one of his, giving it a reassuring squeeze as she stood, waiting for him to do the same.

"Things will be easier to sort out with a clear head."

[dead_black_eyes]

It was a surprisingly responsible and mature decision for someone like L to make, but the fact that he realized what he needed in order to actually recover properly was doubtless encouraging to the girl who had been looking out for him a great deal... well. Essentially since he'd arrived. He seemed more confident in his instinct when Belphe confirmed that it was a wise course of action, allowing her to remove the wrapper from his grasp and dispose of it.

His hands were pretty clammy, but she didn't mean to mind, and that, in itself, was reassuring. Awkwardly, a moment later than probably seemed natural, he squeezed her hand back before finding his feet. They were steadier under him, now that he'd eaten something.

He shuffled toward the bed, nudging Wiredrawn gently aside with his foot before crawling onto the mattress... and not letting go of Belphe's hand.

[makesagoodwife]

Which presented an uncomfortable position for her...both figuratively and literally. Did he intend for her to follow? Or was she meant to stand here with her arm bent at an awkward angle until he remembered to let her go? At length, she stepped out of her boots, leaving them neatly at the bedside before moving to join him.

It was not entirely unfamiliar territory for her...though bundling into bed with her sisters at night held far less trepidation than the current scenario. Some amount of shifting and shuffling found her nestled at his back, their joined hands resting at one of his shoulders.

"Do you want me to stay, Ryuzaki?" the question was posed. A little late in the game, perhaps, but she still felt she ought to ask. Not that he was exactly the sort who would grin and bear it if he didn't like something, but she would have liked to avoid upsetting him further if possible.

[dead_black_eyes]

How wonderful that, for once, someone didn't misread L's intentions.

He curled up in bed, pausing for just a moment to allow Belphe to slip out of her boots. Rather than answer when she asked him if he wanted her to stay, he drew their hands from his shoulder to his chest, essentially wrapping Belphegor's arm around him and holding it there. Hopefully, that answered her question sufficiently, because he couldn't think of a word to say... even a simple "yes" seemed too heavy at the moment.

[makesagoodwife]

She would truly have had to be oblivious to miss an invitation so blatant. He needn't have held her in place as her arm tightened a bit around his chest, holding him securely against her as she attempted to mold herself to his curled posture.

Not quite as easy a task as it should have been when places that were meant to be soft jutted with angular protrusions of bone or were taught with stringy muscle. It was garishly apparent even beneath the cover of his clothes and made her brow knit as she rested her forehead between his shoulderblades.

She would stay here for now, but once he was awake, he was going to eat. She would not accept no for an answer on the matter.