raisetheearth | It's not stalking when he's a ghost

Who: Misa Amane and YOU (and a ghost)
Where: Shepherd's Haven
When: August 10th, 2016 (night)
What: Misa has spotted a certain ghost, with a face that has been burned into her mind ever since her first echo. Light Yagami. Well, it's not like she's not going to follow him.
Status: Open
Warnings: Some PG-13 sex suggestions in the thread with Lazarus.

The first time she saw him, saw that familiar face that somehow still belonged to a stranger, Misa had stopped dead in her tracks and lost him. By the time her heart had stopped hammering in her chest and she decided that yes, she should look for him, there was no harm in looking, he had disappeared. The disappointment was acute, but even with that one glimpse the figment had haunted her thoughts for the remainder of the night.

Light Yagami.

There was so little she knew of him, and what she did know often conflicted, missing pieces making the puzzle all the more confusing. Her Other had loved him enough to do anything for him. Misa had amassed enough echoes to find that thought terrifying rather than simply romantic, but even so she still desired to know more.

Who was Light Yagami?

A ghost could not tell her that. Not this one, anyway. The phantom glided silently through the streets, never speaking, a bored look on his eerily beautiful face. Misa walked along beside him, staring. At first she had been more discrete, but after twenty minutes of trailing behind him it became clear that this ghost didn't care about her presence in the least. He didn't so much as look at her.

Misa more than made up for that with how hungrily she looked at him. Time passed by them both, and soon she had lost track of the hour, wandering obliviously through the darkened streets.

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Misa seems taken aback by the question. "It's not about... you don't need to..." She struggles for the words to say that Lazarus doesn't need to do anything; she stood him up following a ghost and lied to him for months, she is the one that needs to do something to fix it.

"I want you to trust me," she says slowly, standing up from the bed and sinking to her knees in front of him. "I want you to forgive me, and I want you to know that I'm yours." She tilts her head back to look up at him, hands still holding his. "I'll earn those things."

It's a strange, and actually very awkward role reversal. Lazarus is used to being the one doing the apologizing and working to figure out a way to fix things and make them better, and his eyes widen in surprise and confusion when Misa gets down on her knees in front of him.

It's odd and uncomfortable. He's said that he's sorry so many times in his life that he actually has no idea to react when someone is repenting this way before him.

"I forgive you," he says quickly, even though he hasn't realistically had the time to think it over. "I understand why you did what you did, you... really don't have to sit that way, like you're..."

Begging, or praying, or waiting for an execution.

An echo thrums through her and Misa sets her jaw; she has been like this before, kneeling in front of a different man. The memory is as comforting as could be expected. She tries to put the words from her mind, tries to focus on the floor she is sitting on instead of the one her Other did. It only cements her desire to make this different, to prove that she is different.

"I want to," Misa insists, letting go of Lazarus's hands to rest her palms against his thighs. "I want to show you, I'm yours and no one else's."

He stiffens as she does, guessing that even though they're not talking about it, this is giving her a few glancing echoes just as it's doing for him. He stares down at the top of her blonde head as her soft hands rest against the black denim sheathing his thin legs.

"Misa..."

Yours, and no one else's.

He doesn't know if this is the time for what she seems to be implying. He's still having quite a lot of difficulty just sifting through this quagmire.

"I am," she reiterates. He seems uncertain, and she doesn't know what that uncertainty is about but if there is one thing she has to convince him of, it's this. "Only yours."

Misa runs her fingers down his leg, then brushes the hem of his shirt aside to fiddle with the button on his jeans. She'll show him. She'll make him believe it.

There's still something distinctly off about this, and Lazarus can't articulate what it is even though he feels it squirming in the pit of his stomach like a sick, wasting parasite. From the outside, this looks like two people who agreed to be together doing things that dating couples do with each other, but it feels like there's weight attached to this, a shift in the power balance.

Even stranger, it almost seems like Misa finds something about atoning natural, going hand in hand with seduction. Is this new, along with her deep attraction to Light Yagami?

The wind shudders in his chest as he exhales. He's already responding to her fingers at the button on his jeans, and it makes him wonder if he's also fucked up for seeing this as something that can conceivably happen following the unsettling revelations of the evening.

"Do you believe me?" she asks quietly, unzipping his jeans. There is no way her intentions are anything but abundantly clear now; she can't tell what Lazarus is thinking, but he seems open to letting her do this.

[[This thread will be continued here, with warnings for being more explicit.]]

Edited 2015-08-24 23:57 (UTC)

It's not stalking when he's a ghost

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