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

[dead_black_eyes]

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]

It had, indeed, been a trying week...even on Belphe's patience. Her days had consisted of joining Violet's residents in attacking and capturing the invading shedinjas as quickly as she could spot them, allowing herself short breaks to return to the inn to check on her sister's and friend's status, and somewhere in-between finding a few hours to rest

[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.