[log | Week 18, day 5]

[mightstealyrcar]

Who: Currently open to: Matt (mightstealyrcar), Mello (searedsuccessor), Jessica (in_starvation), Ax (bunzuh), Marco (guerrilla_morph)
When: Week 18, day 5
Where: Yomisato, the House o' DN, Aliens, and Vampire
What: The household deals with the loss of one of its own.
Style: Prose, present tense
Status: Closed-ish. If you think your character might swing by, let us know! It's almost certainly fine. <3
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[searedsuccessor]

Mourning is something that is absolutely no stranger to Mello. Though it's something that he doesn't allow himself to do openly, because when he mourns, it's the death of the world. It's time coming to a stop, a disconnection from humanity, the distancing between himself and everything surrounding him.

When Mello mourns, he may as well be dead, himself. And back then, there was no rage, no tantrum. Initially, yes, but when he was alone, when everything was dark, there was that pulling in his chest, the feeling that his own legs wouldn't even support him, and the overwhelming urge to sink down into everything.

That lasted for a little while. Days, weeks, something. It seems so distant, now.

Then, the determination came. The reckless actions and resolve that got him so far. L's death fueled him, gave him a reason to see things through, even when they were at their worst. Shaped him more than he will ever admit to his mentor, let alone anyone else. Ever

[mightstealyrcar]

"Mello?" Matt asks, without emerging. J's still asleep, and anyone else would have announced themselves.

He's still not sure he wants to talk to Mello, but it's a distant feeling. He doesn't really care. Not that he's sorry he flipped out at him, it just doesn't matter anymore. Hell, maybe this is the best time for them to talk, when Matt's incapable of getting pissed. He's incapable of feeling much of anything but loss and worry.

And no matter how much he tries not to dwell on what-ifs, they crowd in if he lets his guard down. What if Elfangor comes back and doesn't remember Matt? What if he doesn't come back at all, lost in the outflux of people? What if he has to face the death he's known is waiting for him, and what if that's it? Matt burrows in deeper under the blankets and pillow. They still smell like him.

[guerrilla_morph]

Marco flew in as a Night Fury, a morph that is quickly becoming one of Marco's favorites: it is large, flies fast, has firepower, blends in well in the night, has excellent senses, and more importantly? It's a creature that the natives don't bash an eye at. Sure, the Night Fury is comparatively rare compared to the other dragons, and it quickly came to Marco's attention that owning a Night Fury is like owning a Lamborghini or a Porsche. But in all honestly, the many perks make up for the one downfall

[searedsuccessor]

"Leave him be."

If Marco wants to know, there's evidence of it all over the fucking network. Shit that can be reviewed, studied, whatever. Getting facts from a grieving person's mouth isn't exactly the best way to gain information.

And it's amazing how nothing fazes Mello anymore. Not people transforming into shit, not death. (Here, at least.) Maybe he was prepared for it. Maybe the existence of Shinigami turned on a switch in his brain that accepted supernatural shit to the point where it doesn't seem unreal.

And Marco. A reminder of that day. Mello would prefer to avoid him, if at all possible. He thinks this place is big enough to accomplish it.

His back is against the doorframe, and he knows that when he was all fucked up over L's death, the last thing he would've wanted was a bunch of people hanging around him. A glance towards Matt.

"You wanna be alone, yeah?"

More of a statement than a question.

[mightstealyrcar]

Matt struggles free of the blankets and sits up. Thinks about his cigarettes long enough to realize he has no interest in smoking.

"I dunno," he tells Mello, dealing with the last question first. "I don't care." He's dimly grateful to him for understanding that much, but it doesn't make a difference. Alone, and his own thoughts become unbearable. People here, and he has to at least pretend to pay attention to them.

He can stand to tell Marco what he needs to know. Matt still thinks of him as a surrogate little brother, even if things have been weird lately. He's hurting, too, as much as Matt. If it can possibly help him to know what happened, Matt owes him that much.

"How much did you see?" he asks.