Drabble, Drabble, Double-Drabble
L stared at his lovers, questioning whether he really wanted to know why they were so happy about the delivery.
Light grinned at him, opening the boxes to reveal -
“Wedding rings?”
Three pairs. One set was diamonds in white-gold filigree, one set was bronze-and-gold mokume gane, and the third were black titanium. Beauty, style, practicality.
Misa bounced, clapping her hands. “One set for each of us!” Meaning that each set was meant to represent one of them.
There was something unpleasant about seeing how badly his rings clashed with theirs, but he hid the thought from himself.
“Are you proposing?”
Light went first, picking up the smaller mokone ring and taking Misa’s hand, sliding it onto her finger as he murmured the old English vows L had never heard used before.
“With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, with all my worldly goods I thee endow.”
He repeated the wedding vow to L. Then Misa took the filigree rings and promised herself to them both.
L stared at his hand for a moment. The rings clashed, he realised, and weren’t practical.
He didn’t feel married.
Not even when he swore himself to each of them.
It was just another game. Satisfied with the knowledge, he turned to go back to the computer room, leaving his strange, strange lovers to their shared idiocy.
Light studied his diamond and titanium rings. “I suppose they don’t look like they go together,” he said thoughtfully.
“Like us and our spouse,” Misa agreed.
Spouse. The word struck L like a soundless thunderclap. She’d said it with a sincerity that shouldn’t have been there if this was just another game, so when they pledged themselves to him and each other, they’d meant it.
L meant to keep walking, but his legs couldn’t hold him up any more.
His lovers looked around in surprise as he fell. No, not lovers - spouses.
He was married.
He was married. This wasn’t a temporary ongoing relationship any more. This couldn’t be stopped, couldn’t be left behind, couldn’t be dropped. (He knew that they’d never have let him do that anyway, but he hadn’t allowed the knowledge to reach his consciousness.)
This wasn’t a temporary emotional weakness that he could strip off as easily as his clothes. This would be a long-lasting connection, and it would have consequences.
He had no idea how to handle it.