Open log!

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

WHO: Maza and OPEN!
WHERE: Her hospital room.
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: Probably horrible?
SUMMARY: Visit Momjeans in the hospital! Leave her flowers! Threatening notes! Rub it in her face that she got ridiculously concussed from just a simple metal sword hilt to the head! Sneak real food in! Fill her in on the stuff that's going down in the city!

FORMAT: Quicklog.


[Maza's in her hospital room, grumpy, headache-y, and creeped out by the note on those flowers that got delivered to her room.]

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[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

You think you can just walk out after that?

[ Now he's really starting to piss her off. She folds her arms across her chest and takes a few steps closer to him. ]

Goddamn it, it's my dream and you owe me that much at least. Tell me what I did!

[wolfofmibu]

[ Saitou resists the urge to just swing open the door and be done with it, but still watches her approaching him warily.

And he's conflicted. He's not one for confessions. For letting things out into the open that had been buried for so long. Kiryu had gotten the annoying ability to make Saitou do so anyway, but that had taken months. With Elisa it had taken weeks.

For quite some time he's completely still, looking down and contemplating.

And then stepping forward.

And maybe another.

And enough to where he's as close as they were when she'd attempted to stand that first time--



... No words come. But he's gotten more used to the idea of resting his hand on her cheek, making her look at him. ... Were things like this always so difficult? Were they made to be this difficult?

... It's more silence on his part for some time, and his nerves are thrumming loudly in his ears, and he's praying she's still dismissing this as a dream before he presses his lips to the top of her head. ]

Go to sleep.

[ This is definitely one of those instances where he doesn't stay to find out how she'll interpret that, however, as most likely the next time Elisa blinks Saitou will be gone.


Maybe these days he was doing more than just avoiding arrest.

At least now he can have his cigarettes again. ]

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

[ Elisa had been transfixed when Saitou turned to her. She still stared up defiantly, but it was rapidly becoming an expression to mask her complete and utter confusion. But she doesn't back away, and she doesn't look away.

After all, she asked for this.

He's touching her cheek again and tilting her head upwards. For a man that avoided contact, he's done this with a surprising degree of frequency over the past two days. When did her heart start to speed up? Emotions and thoughts fire off before she even has a chance to register them.

When was the last time she felt this sense of anticipation? God, she wasn't fifteen anymore.

And then he kisses her.

It lasts all of a few seconds, but she closes her eyes and subconsciously leans into the gentle touch. She feels rather than hears his words, warm and damp on the top of her head.

When she opens her eyes again, he's gone. She's not surprised. All she can do to sit down heavily on her hospital bed, weak-kneed and confused. There's dizziness again, but Elisa's not sure how much of that was related to her injury.]

Oh, Elisa girl. What have you gotten yourself into now.

[ And horrible, fickle, guilty, guilty, guilty woman that she is, she can't bring herself to regret it.

It's her secret, and she's not going to share. If anyone asks, it was just a very strange dream. ]