A Sweet Reunion [Active]
Character(s): L, Light.
Content: First meeting after their deaths.
Setting: L's hotel room.
Time: Evening.
Warning(s): Talk of death, general dislike floating around, insanity.
It was a world inhabited by so many weirdos, Light had difficulty keeping track of the way he was walking. It wasn't as if the change in scenery from dying on the grimy staircase of an old abandoned warehouse to walking at a brisk pace through what appeared to be a glittering city was about to phase him - he simply wouldn't let it, not when he knew for certain that he was around - but Light was undergoing changes that no teenage boy ought to ever experience, and getting jostled between the crowds as he made his way through Paixao wasn't helping his concealed wounds in the slightest.
It was understandable, to him at any rate, why he arrived at the Haja O Que Houver in a foul mood, clutching the inside of his left forearm as his bruised, rotten flesh ached without relent. It was easy enough to ignore the pain and put on his sweetest smile for the staff, beaming graciously when he was directed up to the appropriate room; the fact he saw pity in their eyes as they gazed upon his ragged clothes only incensed him all the more, and he rapped loudly, once, on the hotel door before letting himself in without ceremony and leaning back on the wood as the latch snicked shut. He took his hand away from his sore arm, indignant at the thought of appearing weak before the other man.
"L."
Come out, come out ...
His heart thundered against his ribcage.
Content: First meeting after their deaths.
Setting: L's hotel room.
Time: Evening.
Warning(s): Talk of death, general dislike floating around, insanity.
It was a world inhabited by so many weirdos, Light had difficulty keeping track of the way he was walking. It wasn't as if the change in scenery from dying on the grimy staircase of an old abandoned warehouse to walking at a brisk pace through what appeared to be a glittering city was about to phase him - he simply wouldn't let it, not when he knew for certain that he was around - but Light was undergoing changes that no teenage boy ought to ever experience, and getting jostled between the crowds as he made his way through Paixao wasn't helping his concealed wounds in the slightest.
It was understandable, to him at any rate, why he arrived at the Haja O Que Houver in a foul mood, clutching the inside of his left forearm as his bruised, rotten flesh ached without relent. It was easy enough to ignore the pain and put on his sweetest smile for the staff, beaming graciously when he was directed up to the appropriate room; the fact he saw pity in their eyes as they gazed upon his ragged clothes only incensed him all the more, and he rapped loudly, once, on the hotel door before letting himself in without ceremony and leaning back on the wood as the latch snicked shut. He took his hand away from his sore arm, indignant at the thought of appearing weak before the other man.
"L."
Come out, come out ...
His heart thundered against his ribcage.