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 did, indeed. Laying eyes on him, she froze completely, probably very much resembling a doe caught in someone's headlights as she stared at the gaunt reflection that now accompanied hers. Her mind, for a moment, was doing a fervent job of convincing her that this wasn't real...abject disappointment was playing her a cruel illusion of what she wanted to see, but she would turn around, and there would be

[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.