[anotp: muraki] your dark intentions
Light is lost in a book. Not a particularly good one, but he feels the need to get lost in it nonetheless. It is, as usual, information, research, this time on a particular person that he wants, sorely, to be rid of. An enemy, even. Someone it is possible to unreservedly hate, and yet at the same time...unnerves him. More than L.
L never made Light feel so...vulnerable. Well, once. All right, more than once. But it's not the same thing.
And Light hates feeling vulnerable, almost as much as he hates what this man represents to him, which is nothing less than a purpose in this aimless wasteland of a house. Up late, hunched over a heavy book on a table under dim lighting, Light is the very picture of a scholar.
Also rather obvious. His reddish hair gleams in the low light.
L never made Light feel so...vulnerable. Well, once. All right, more than once. But it's not the same thing.
And Light hates feeling vulnerable, almost as much as he hates what this man represents to him, which is nothing less than a purpose in this aimless wasteland of a house. Up late, hunched over a heavy book on a table under dim lighting, Light is the very picture of a scholar.
Also rather obvious. His reddish hair gleams in the low light.