Spare Me Your Freakin' Dirty Looks Now; Don't Blame Me
[ WHO ]: L (hearthebell ) and Light (sinsjustified )
[ WHERE ]: Room 301 - Furnished somewhat akin to this. Think cluttered, floral, and old-lady. Minus the expensive stuff, plus extra dinginess, stains, rips/tears, etc.
[ WHEN ]: Morning, August 17
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed
[ RATING ]: PG for now.
[ WARNINGS ]: Uh... Two men non-euphemistically sleeping on the same bed as each other, attached by handcuffs?
[ NOTES ]: L and Light wake up for the first time in the apartments handcuffed to each other.
L startled awake, taking a soft yet sharp intake of breath. Reflexively, his hand drifted to his chest with the memory of pain from a dying heart. ...He tasted cinnamon--a candy in his mouth. His eyes were wide as he took in his surroundings, more than a little disoriented. Slowly he sat up, realizing he was lying in a bed, floral in pattern and unfamiliar.
He was quick to notice he wasn't alone. Next to him lay Light Yagami, still asleep. A tug at his wrist when he shifted and a look at Light's own arm alerted him to the fact that the two of them were handcuffed together with a long chain. None of it made any sense. The last thing L remembered was...dying. Blacking out? Kira--Light--had killed him with a heart attack--smiled... But now L was here, chained to the boy once again, after already having removed that restriction? And where was "here"? Further inspecting the room, he found a roll of red tape at the foot of the bed, out of place. And...something was different about Light. He almost looked...older.
L's brow squirreled, and he moved into a crouch, leaning in toward Light to peer at him more closely, a curious finger at the detective's lower lip.
[ WHERE ]: Room 301 - Furnished somewhat akin to this. Think cluttered, floral, and old-lady. Minus the expensive stuff, plus extra dinginess, stains, rips/tears, etc.
[ WHEN ]: Morning, August 17
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed
[ RATING ]: PG for now.
[ WARNINGS ]: Uh... Two men non-euphemistically sleeping on the same bed as each other, attached by handcuffs?
[ NOTES ]: L and Light wake up for the first time in the apartments handcuffed to each other.
L startled awake, taking a soft yet sharp intake of breath. Reflexively, his hand drifted to his chest with the memory of pain from a dying heart. ...He tasted cinnamon--a candy in his mouth. His eyes were wide as he took in his surroundings, more than a little disoriented. Slowly he sat up, realizing he was lying in a bed, floral in pattern and unfamiliar.
He was quick to notice he wasn't alone. Next to him lay Light Yagami, still asleep. A tug at his wrist when he shifted and a look at Light's own arm alerted him to the fact that the two of them were handcuffed together with a long chain. None of it made any sense. The last thing L remembered was...dying. Blacking out? Kira--Light--had killed him with a heart attack--smiled... But now L was here, chained to the boy once again, after already having removed that restriction? And where was "here"? Further inspecting the room, he found a roll of red tape at the foot of the bed, out of place. And...something was different about Light. He almost looked...older.
L's brow squirreled, and he moved into a crouch, leaning in toward Light to peer at him more closely, a curious finger at the detective's lower lip.