[Week 5, Day 2] Meeting the Jones'
Who: L Lawliet, Yagami Light, Mello
Style: Prose
Where: Kusasato
When: Week 5 Day 2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mello is finally coming to meet up with his mentor. And his murderer (by proxy, of course.)
There are feathers everywhere.
Light doesn't mind. In a way, plucking all the feathers off the bird and putting them into a bad to take away and wash was sort of easier than the earlier part of the job. The more work he does, the less it looks like an exotic chicken, and the beautiful tail feathers of the cockeral, he'd decided, would go to good use in some kind of decoration for the inside of their house. He wasn't really an artsy type, but he'd think of something. Finally, though, he's managed to collect enough varied soft down and feathers to make his first cushion -- essential if L was going to make them sit on the kitchen floor all the time.
Still, the grisly work was done now, which meant back inside to join his eternal foe. Letting him off the rope like this was saved for special occassions, and for Light, the animal slaughter aspect of it was just too grissly and personal to share. He'd traded it in in return for visiting the natural springs together, which wasn't really so bad. Most of all, though, the rope wasn't there to keep him prisoner. It was symbolic. A bond between them, and something that constantly draws him back. They're inseperable.
Satisfied, he slips back into the building with something that now looks a lot more like a shop chicken than one of their flock, the bag of feathers in his other hand. Dropping it onto the counter, Light took the pot off the stove to pour a little of the hot water into a bowl of cold, enough to wash his hands, and after that, the chicken. From there it went into what remained of the hot water.
Hands still wet, Light sinks down the edge of the counter exhausted, and offers his left hand out to L, ready to be bound again at his convenience.
"Cooking is a lot more tiring when you have to do it from scratch."
Style: Prose
Where: Kusasato
When: Week 5 Day 2
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mello is finally coming to meet up with his mentor. And his murderer (by proxy, of course.)
There are feathers everywhere.
Light doesn't mind. In a way, plucking all the feathers off the bird and putting them into a bad to take away and wash was sort of easier than the earlier part of the job. The more work he does, the less it looks like an exotic chicken, and the beautiful tail feathers of the cockeral, he'd decided, would go to good use in some kind of decoration for the inside of their house. He wasn't really an artsy type, but he'd think of something. Finally, though, he's managed to collect enough varied soft down and feathers to make his first cushion -- essential if L was going to make them sit on the kitchen floor all the time.
Still, the grisly work was done now, which meant back inside to join his eternal foe. Letting him off the rope like this was saved for special occassions, and for Light, the animal slaughter aspect of it was just too grissly and personal to share. He'd traded it in in return for visiting the natural springs together, which wasn't really so bad. Most of all, though, the rope wasn't there to keep him prisoner. It was symbolic. A bond between them, and something that constantly draws him back. They're inseperable.
Satisfied, he slips back into the building with something that now looks a lot more like a shop chicken than one of their flock, the bag of feathers in his other hand. Dropping it onto the counter, Light took the pot off the stove to pour a little of the hot water into a bowl of cold, enough to wash his hands, and after that, the chicken. From there it went into what remained of the hot water.
Hands still wet, Light sinks down the edge of the counter exhausted, and offers his left hand out to L, ready to be bound again at his convenience.
"Cooking is a lot more tiring when you have to do it from scratch."