evowhisperer | IC Voicemail

Is this Cesar? I don't know if you changed your number or not. I want to apologize. Reflecting on my actions of the other day, I believe that my words came from a place of fear and shame. Your presence is a strong reminder of my failures, but nevertheless, it was selfish of me to reduce you to that. Whether you choose to accept it or not, I am sorry.

*Cesar doesn't reply in the first hour. Nor the next, or the one after that. In fact, he's not replying for the day. Nor most of the next.*

*When he does reply, it's in typical-Cesar-style:*

Apology accepted.

I'm not likely to stop being a reminder any time soon. Is this going to happen again?

Edited 2014-12-23 19:31 (UTC)

You don't have to be my friend, but if you let me see you in a context that's nothing to do with Moises, I think we can help each other move forward. Let me take you out? You can choose the place. I reserve the right to veto nothing, so long as it's an activity you think you would enjoy.

I'll need some time to think of something.

Let me get back to you on this.

*He has no current plans of doing so, but the beauty of this sort of answer is that he can change his mind.*

Yeah, OK. That's not a problem. Let me know.

Say uh, that L you met? Yeah, not our L. I know that's confusing but bear with me. I think it was his other.

Hey. I need your help. Do you still have some of that bacon? He's starving me. He's sadistic and he's starving me.

*The silence after the initial text stretches for several minutes.*

You're exaggerating. If he wanted to kill you, I think he'd choose more immediate ways.

No, he doesn't want to kill me. At least not yet. He wants me to suffer. His friend even told him off for letting me get dehydrated, it's not only me.

*An even longer pause.*

When was the last time you ate? And who was the friend?

Tony. Tony was already here to tell him off, he made him take me off the handcuffs so I could get some food and a shower. Please bring food. He's sleeping now. It's safe.

It was never not safe for me.

Please wake him. I'm coming over.

That's what you think? You don't know this guy and what he's capable of when he's pissed off. I'll try but he's far gone. He doesn't sleep until he drops, and then good luck waking him up.

[More like sleight of hand and sleeping pills ground up in L's coffee, but he's not about to tell the guy he's fishing for sympathy from that.]

Edited 2015-03-27 05:01 (UTC)

Just try.

*Unless L replies while he rolls out of bed, Cesar is going to switch the light on, rub his face with both hands, and walk to the kitchen. He has a whole bag of bacon he'd been considering throwing out... This isn't exactly what he'd call 'good use' of it, but at least it's use.*

*An hour later will see him walking up the school's front steps with his car parked in the lot behind him. He stops at the door, and after some hesitation, knocks. Should he just walk inside...? Where does everyone actually live, here?*

[Most people do just walk into Willow Ridge, treating it like a public building, but L and his doppelganger are near enough the door that the slightly breathless doppel can stand and open it, peering out at Cesar.

His eyes go to crotch level briefly, but return in a timely enough manner to Cesar's face.]

Did you bring it? I have his shit sense of smell, so I'm not sure...

[He raises his hand sadly, with its cuff and the trailing chain. On the other end is a soundly sleeping Lazarus, who is at rest on the floor as if he dropped mid-step, or, more likely, was carried or placed there so that they could be nearer the door.]

*Caesar reaches into his jacket and takes out a large ziplock bag. The condensation makes it slightly hard to see, but there's definitely outlines of bacon inside, and the moisture's existence at all probably means it's hot, too.*

*Cesar makes it about a step closer before he spots L, and his attention is completely derailed. He all but thrusts the bag at the doppelganger, walking right past him to kneel by the original.*

*Steady pulse. No signs of injury. No response on gentle shaking, or a sharp clap by one ear.*

{What's wrong with him?} *He stays crouching by the man, twisting to look over.*

[The doppelganger reaches eagerly for the offered meal, ripping open the back and starting to devour its contents like a starving man.]

This is amazing. Thanks, I owe you one...

[He licks his fingers and goes for more as Cesar kneels to examine Lazarus, who outwardly shows no signs of injury or distress, aside from looking a little thinner and more worn. If he's been punishing his prisoner with a lack of regularly available food, it looks more like an extension of the neglect he already visits on himself rather than a malicious act.]

I told you, he's sleeping, after... what three, four days? You won't wake him.

[He draws closer, practically munching the bacon in Cesar's ear.]

I've missed you. You and your big, thick, juicy...

[Crunch.]

*His eyes widen, and the doppelganger should more than recognize by now that at least for that moment he has the man's full attention. Cesar can finish the real sentence in his mind, complete with an image of where the copy's face was the last time he said those words, and everything that came before and after.*

*Cesar gives him a glance, and then reaches for L's pulse again, more for something to look busy than to actually check. By all appearances, it looks like what the doppelganger said is right. Cesar shakes him again, but more gently, and the useless motion ends sooner than the first try.*

*What now? He wants to make sure L is seen to, but right now this means he's essentially alone with L's doppelganger.*

*And is that too terrible for him? Is he going to leave? There's a sneering voice in his mind that sound suspiciously like his own, and Cesar's mouth twists. Is Cesar so out of control that he thinks he couldn't resist one scrawny man's advances for the sake of making sure someone else wasn't dragged headfirst down a flight of stairs?*

*His hand is still on L's shoulder, and he takes it back now, knowing his decision's already made. It's not one he likes...*

[The doppelganger seems twitchy and impatient with the attention Cesar's giving his original, but says nothing, confident in the man's difficult to rouse state. The sooner Cesar can confirm that for himself and return his attention to him, the better.

L's pulse is slow, but steady and consistent under Cesar's fingers. Shaking him is ineffective. He doesn't stir when Cesar withdraws his hand any more than he did when he was being touched.]

Sleepy-head. It's so good you came along... I wasn't just hungry, I was starting to get a little bored.

[He cants his head sideways, smiling, the vague implication that he could have entertained himself with his prone and helpless double lighting up his dark eyes.]

*Cesar turns to look at him, and there's a shift in his stance subtle enough that he might not even be aware of it: he's gone from assessing to protective, all without moving a muscle. He indulged this doppelganger when he thought he was the real L. With the original here in front of them, and completely unable to protect himself, the game has entirely changed.*

{L probably needs that food more than you do. Where are you both staying?}

Edited 2015-03-28 06:14 (UTC)

[That sly smile doesn't budge. L's doppel isn't quite predatory, but he's not far from it, just close enough to be concerning.

Cesar can't leave like this, can he? It would be dangerously irresponsible.]

We're staying here, where he lives. There are beds upstairs.

[Suggestive headtilt. Cesar had to know that was coming.]

There's a kitchen too, but we're never there. "We", as in the two of us, as in I'm not getting fed. Ergo, I need this food just as much as he does.

{Equal needs. This means that as hungry as you are now, the real L should have just as much access to other food.}

*He turns his back on the doppelganger and works his arms under L's knees and shoulders, scooping him up carefully. As light as L is, he's not exactly insubstantial, and Cesar can only hope that it's not far.*

*He levers them both to a standing position and frowns slightly at the doppelganger, jerking his head towards the ceiling. Lead on.*

Well he could if he wanted, but... say, do you know him at all?

[He watches distastefully as Cesar scoops up his counterpart.]

Here's a thought. What if I'm every bit as "real" as he is, and I'm really your boyfriend? We've done more, haven't we?

[He leans against the stairway's banister, still munching bacon, making no immediately move to lead the way to where the beds are.]

We could make the best of this time. No inhibitions, no neuroses, no problem. Admit you at least liked that.

*His arms are full, so he obviously doesn't reply that way, but he doesn't even try to throw him a significant look. There's nothing but an unyielding lack of attention--one that someone who has L's memories will find very familiar.*

*It's the same cold shoulder he had when he reappeared this last December. He'd been trying to outlast L and his relentless needling, back then. How much more successful will it be for him this time? More, he hopes. Cesar carries L up the stairs as far as the handcuffs will let him, tugging insistently if the chain pulls taut.*

[The doppel's expression darkens over Cesar's shoulder. When the long chain pulls taut, he tugs back, a sharp yank accompanied by a glower.]

Admit it, Cesar.

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