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.)
Even with the ease of conversation, the two of them simply couldn't know how close Mello was, and how things were about to change. The house with the moon carved on the door, and Light inside now, smiling as he reaches for the teapot himself - with his freshly roped hand - and pours. No honey, no milk - L enjoys it that way, but Light prefers it black - and after a sip he leans back, settling the cup once more on the stone floor so that he doesn't burn his fingers through the terracotta.
He speaks, if only to break the silence between them.
"I know what you mean."
And it's that, isn't it? He knows what L means. They always know what one another is thinking, and now is no different. Quietly, Light shifts forward. There's hesitation as he lifts his hand to brush dark hair back out of L's face, and he stares deliberately into his eyes for a long moment.
"It's harder than it's ever been, isn't it? I've been feeling this way ever since your dream, and there's nothing else left to do but to confront it. We're finally comfortable here, trapped with each other, even if there's no way to know if it'll ever end. This may even be our own personal Hell--"
A pause, his still wet thumb trailing a line underneath L's eye, and he continues -- or finishes. "--Or heaven."
He speaks, if only to break the silence between them.
"I know what you mean."
And it's that, isn't it? He knows what L means. They always know what one another is thinking, and now is no different. Quietly, Light shifts forward. There's hesitation as he lifts his hand to brush dark hair back out of L's face, and he stares deliberately into his eyes for a long moment.
"It's harder than it's ever been, isn't it? I've been feeling this way ever since your dream, and there's nothing else left to do but to confront it. We're finally comfortable here, trapped with each other, even if there's no way to know if it'll ever end. This may even be our own personal Hell--"
A pause, his still wet thumb trailing a line underneath L's eye, and he continues -- or finishes. "--Or heaven."
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