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need to see, need to say, need to be something beautiful

[Matt only just manages to wait until they're out of earshot to dissolve into helpless laughter.]

Holy shit, man, you saved my ass. She was freaking me out!

[from here, for

redeemed_m]

I feel possessed when you come 'round

[There's a disturbing mental image. Matt laughs too, picturing various versions lined up like for a game of Red Rover.] Guess it would depend on how many of them have a, y'know, pre-existing condition like mine.

[They're coming up on his door, and Matt's hands are full. He holds the cognac bottle out to Mello.] Gotta dig my key out.

[From here, private to

redeemed_m.]

Don't know what's broken or if I want it healed

[It really has been a while since anyone visited Matt's room, and he hovers by the door after closing it, feeling awkward, all the more so because it's a Mello, and even more because it's this Mello, who makes Matt feel crackly, as if he's got too much static electricity and might be in for a shock. He's not certain he likes the feeling. But, right, booze. He puts his cigarette out in the ashtray on the desk, and gets the bottle of rum from beside the dresser. Behind it, he discovers the bottle of absinthe he'd forgotten about until now, which he holds up.]

Ha, look what else I have.

[From here, private to

redeemed_m]

ooc: ficlet starring Blanky and Stalky

A random idea I had, mostly because the idea of the costumes amused me. :D

( Eternity sounds less bearable by the moment )

(no subject)

[It feels like days since Matt's been in his room, but he knows it's only been hours. He's been chainsmoking since leaving Light, and his shirt is patched with blood, which he hopes is obviously enough not his. He pushes his goggles onto his forehead and rubs at his eyes as he goes into the room.]

[private to

baby_go_boom]

Entry tags:

blanky,
stalky

[private to curtainwizard]

I didn't know.

[The first door they come to opens onto a bedroom that looks empty. As much as one can manhandle someone into a room carefully, that's how Matt does it. He steers Light towards the bed, turns him so he's facing the wall the headboard rests against.]

Lie down, feet on the pillows.

[He doesn't wait to see if Light obeys. He's in too much of a hurry to get to the medicine cabinet. He comes back from the bathroom with every bit of gauze and every towel he can grab.]

[from here.]

Current Mood: angry
Current Location: outside the death room

Entry tags:

blanky,
stalky

Your sticks all are snakes and I throw them aside

[Matt has remembered dying in the mansion, but he hasn't actually died.

"You've probably got a lot to ask me," he hears himself say, as if from far, far away. "You aren't going to shoo-"

They shoot.

Mello’s gonna be pissed when I'm not there, he thinks. But that's wrong; he can read what he missed before in the images tumbling through his mind, so slowly--how is he falling so slowly? Mello will just be annoyed Matt beat him to the other side.

He's insensible when he hits the ground, but he wakes up roaring mad. How, how the fuck could Mello die, or leave, or whatever the bleeding hell he did, when he had to know the only thing Matt would ever ask of him was that he live?

He doesn't push the door open, he kicks it, and he kicks it again once it falls shut, over and over until his foot, even in the boot, is numb, and his vision's gone blurry. He shoves the goggles up onto his forehead, but it doesn't help.

By the time anyone would come down the hall and find him, he's sitting with his back against the door, a cigarette burning forgotten in one hand, the fingers of the other pressed to his eyelids.]

[private to

curtainwizard.]

Current Mood: cheerful

Entry tags:

blanky,
pink

Flying fish room [private conversation]

[Matt's wandering again, smoking, of course, half keeping an eye out for Mello and half wondering if there's a room that might give him his memories back without severely traumatizing him in the process. When he spots the fish floating around in midair, he can't resist going into the bar.

And this is neat, and clearly one of the rooms not designed to fuck people over. He looks around, puffing on his cigarette, and doesn't notice the other person there at first. Finally he does, gives a small double-take at the hair, and waves.]

Oh, hey.