chilichoc: (little smile)
*Mel didn't cook at all when she was back in her world. For one thing, she didn't have time. For another, it would've reminded her too much of everything she'd lost. She got to the mansion the first time barely able to boil water, and learned to cook as much to impress Mail as to have something to do. It reminded her even more of him since the first time he disappeared, when she'd just mindlessly made food, unable to sleep or think, as a substitute for real action.

That's different now, but Mel's still nervous. Is it a little weird to celebrate an anniversary when half the couple doesn't remember most of the two years? Maybe, she's decided, but it'll be a nice date anyway.

She grilled some salmon and asparagus, made some rice, and arranged it all on two plates, with a sprinkling of some fresh dill she found in the fridge over it all. She takes her tray from the kitchen, and soon comes to the door with the MEL'S ROOM sign.*

Mail? I've got a surprise!
chilichoc: (sorry doesn't mean i didn't enjoy it)
*Mel's more nervous now than she was when she was getting ready to meet Mail for their date, and she takes longer than she needs to in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, finger-combing her hair. She made it sound teasing when she told him she'd wear pajamas for once, but the black silk tank and shorts (with a pink bow at the neckline and pink trim around the legs, because the mansion can't help but mock her a little) feel weird and unfamiliar. Finally, she can't reasonably put off leaving the bathroom any longer. With a last admonition to herself to be careful, she heads into the replica of her Wammy's room.*

There anything you need?

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*Mel told Mail only that she needed to head out early to help Ryuuzaki with something. She didn't want him to worry while he was sick, and she figured if he needed details, he could get them after she was back safely.

In the mistletoe room, she didn't even know she was anxious about what might happen until Mikami threw the sheets of paper into the fireplace and relief hit her, and she realized the situation had been the equivalent of an unstable person holding a loaded gun.

She doesn't quite hurry back to the room, but she is eager to get there. When she does, she undresses swiftly and slips back into bed, getting into her usual position with a hand on Mail's shoulder and her head tucked under his chin.*
chilichoc: (vampy)
[Fake-Winchester is blindingly sunny today, and Mel's eyes are strangely sensitive. She was sitting on the window seat trying to study the spell for going home, but she started to feel ill and dizzy, and it didn't stop until she pulled the curtains shut and moved well away from the window, to the bed. What the fuck is wrong with me? she thinks. She's been wondering that on and off for more than two weeks. She hasn't slept in so long that she's gone past tiredness into a kind of giddiness. She looks pale, and her skin's starting to feel chilled to the touch.

She doesn't even want to eat rare hamburger or beef jerky now, even though she's hungry.

She can't pretend any more that the futures room did it, and her symptoms started well before her disgreement with Mail, so it can't be that, though she still feels terrible about it... so terrible that chewing on her gloves isn't calming her anymore. She pulls them off and chews on a finger instead.

And that's when she realizes that her teeth have gotten sharper.

She stares at the blood trickling down her index finger, and unthinkingly licks it away. And that...
that helps. It helps a lot, and makes her feel a little warmer and less hungry, and this is fucked-up, but she sits there, sucking on the little wound.]
chilichoc: (stripey!mel)
[Mel's in Mail's clothes, because her fingers were still bandaged when she got dressed, but they aren't now. It was impossible to cook with the damn band-aids on. She continues to crave rare, rare, almost bloody hamburger, but she's an inexperienced cook at best, so she hasn't gotten one the way she wants it yet. She's been at it for a little while, and there's a plate with several burgers (or pieces of burgers; hers don't seem to hold together like they should) ranging from medium-well-done to barely still rare on the counter beside the stove where she's working. She starts to lift the currently-cooking patty with the spatula, and it falls apart in the pan too.]

Oh, for the love of fuck.
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[To Mel's dismay, her insomnia seems to be returning, though she's been trying to hide it so Mail won't worry. She keeps catching herself nibbling on her fingernails when she's not paying attention, too. It must have something to do with that damn futures room, she thinks. So she found the library with the books about magic, and pulled out all of the ones that looked like they might have anything about transportation spells in them. Now she's curled up on the window seat while a wind storm lashes at fake-Winchester, biting her index finger and reading furiously.]
chilichoc: (sad!mel)
*Mel's sitting on the window seat, deeply annoyed with fake-Winchester, but staring out at it anyway. As it sometimes does, it seems to reflect her mood, grey clouds piled high in the sky, trees lashing in the wind that drives the rain against the windows. She's sitting with her knees pulled to her chest, one arm wrapped around them, the other hand holding the chocolate she's attacking more viciously than usual, scattering crumbs and shards every time she snaps off another bite.*


Jul. 12th, 2008 11:48 pm
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[Mel leads Mail to the War Room, and looks over at him as they come in, trying not to make it obvious that she's studying him for a sudden change, or a sign, or something. She's not even sure what it would be like if it did heal him. From what she's heard, she's not confident it'll do anything at all, but it is worth a try.]

Pretty fuckin' cool, huh?
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