Dear mun

[chilichoc]

*It's this room again, and Mel is writing in the journal set out on the desk, scowling, ripping the paper when she scores the underlines.*

You. Bitch who types for me.

You're going to do what?

Do you really think it's an idle threat when I say someday we'll find out together just how long-range my Glock is?

[for curtainwizard]

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[curtainwizard.livejournal.com]

Mel, I'd be disappointed in myself if you ever understood me.

[It's said with yet another of those silent, ugly laughs. He believes, as strongly as ever, that people like Mel don't have it in them to acknowledge the truth.]

That's nice, though, that you plan to fight her. You expect it to work, do you?

[chilichoc.livejournal.com]

Of course I do.

*It's part of what Mel is, that she steadfastly refuses to accept anything that contradicts what she wants. She lifts her chin.*

That bitch can't resist that date coming up. You know the one I mean. She thinks it's fucking awesome. Well, fuck her. I'm the one who should be writing us.

[curtainwizard.livejournal.com]

Of course I know.

[It's just a little too quick. He's got his own date coming up, for all that he's already lived it - how many times now?]

But the thing is, you don't write yourself, do you? Ellie's never listened to you as much as you might have wanted.

[chilichoc.livejournal.com]

ellie's a fucking wimp. Look, she doesn't even like capital letters, for fuck's sake.

*Mel is rather fond of Vashti, actually, but she'll never pass up a chance to needle Light.*

And your mun doesn't exactly hang on your every word, does she? Smart girl, that.

[curtainwizard.livejournal.com]

Oh, you'd be surprised.

[It's almost a purr, and he's making more of it than there, in fact, was.]

She wanted to keep me in the mansion forever - and yet, here I am out of it, and you ... what's going to become of you, Mel?

[chilichoc.livejournal.com]

You know Blanky actually sort of misses you, don't you?

*This is a stalling tactic, to cover that she doesn't know.*

I'll be all right. *She's a Mello, after all.*

[curtainwizard.livejournal.com]

[The stalling's obvious; he pauses, ostentatiously, just long enough to telegraph that. He knows she won't be - and he thinks she does, too. It's enough.]

Matt is an idiot.

[Light doesn't miss him. Not even a tiny little bit.]

[chilichoc.livejournal.com]

As far as his affection for you goes, yes. *She's hiding that insulting a Matt--any Matt--sets her teeth on edge.*

I will be all right. Possibly more interesting for that bitch who types for me, for a bit. They do hate happiness and stability, don't they?

[curtainwizard.livejournal.com]

Except for their own.

[His position shifts slightly, and what he tells her next, he does to unsettle her.]

She killed one of us, you know. The boy.

[chilichoc.livejournal.com]

*She's not distressed, but she is curious.*

Mine doesn't bother writing out most of my deaths at this point. The real one's different, at least. Which boy do you mean?

[curtainwizard.livejournal.com]

The mad one. subversion. The one she liked so much.

[He's not unsettled, either; he's there for life, and knows it. The irony in his description may be deliberate.]

Or rather, she reinvented him. I suppose he's happy now. He got what he wished for.

[chilichoc.livejournal.com]

He's not that much younger than you.

*She didn't mind him, which is a novelty for her and Lights who have been anywhere close to being Kira.*

Mine does the worst shit to the ones she likes the most. Some sort of fucking backwards overcompensation.