The Clock Froze Around Midnight, I Can Feel It In The Room [October Catchall, OTA]

[hearthebell]

Who: L Lawliet (Lazarus Sauveterre) and CR old and new
What: Catchall for October; includes event prompts and slice of life wildcards.
When: Throughout the month, dates are ambiguous unless otherwise noted
Where: Various places in Trench (flexible unless specifically noted)




[October is a season of change and loss, and in Trench, it’s not really any different. L nevertheless feels a sense of restlessness that manifests in snappishness and irritability; exceeding what usually visits him in the ambivalent season of his birth.

He goes about his business anyway, keeping to his own odd schedules and doings in a mostly solitary routine. He avoids contact with others this month, not least because the typically stoic detective is struggling to discern when his mood will shift and his tears might start flowing and refuse to stop.

It’s better, perhaps, to guard what he’s always known to be raw in a month where he can feel it so keenly and plaintively.]

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Re: cw: mention of blood

[hearthebell]

[Typically, L is very good at perceiving his surroundings. Given the current conditions and the distractions they bring with them, he could perhaps be forgiven for missing the cat-like sleeper's changes, as well as her presence that brings her so close and even with the man who has just realized he's made of glass.

His jump is not too violent; he cannot afford it to be. His heart takes whatever slack accrues (does he even have a heart, this way?), and it's rattling against his ribs as he asks]

What is it? What do you need?

[bleedformeplz]

[Gosh, she will never get tired of creeping up on people. It gave her joy when L barely jumped.]

This is payback for creeping up on me before.

[Don't think she forgot about their first meeting, Boy Scout. Though it's no surprise for L to be weary of her. She did kind of go squid beast last time. There is a small 'hm?' which escapes her lips now that L is in her clutch. His body feels... pretty different, no like human. Another hum escapes, her palms travel over the surface of his chest and maybe close to his hips. Sorry L, she's feeling ya.]

[hearthebell]

You mean, that time you stabbed me after I offered to help you?

[He asks this extremely dryly. His eyes widen, though, when she moves a little too close, hands wandering a little low. He wants to step back abruptly to return the distance between them, but what if he trips and shatters something?]

I'd hazard a guess that there was something wrong with your mask, as well.

[As though they're not close enough to start kissing.]