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Dreams turn into ideals

Mar 13, 2010 04:41

Who: Yagami Light, L Lawliet
Where: Second floor, L's room
When: Just after Mello's post
Summary: Time's up. The inevitable has happened, and Light's instinct is to let it go no further.
Rating: PG
Warnings:

( This city has forgotten reason )

light yagami, l

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notorious_ell March 13 2010, 04:35:28 UTC

Playing games, by this point, was entirely childish, vindictive. Perhaps a little too petty for his good.

L's lack of inhibition had been deeply affecting his reactions and he knew it. As if his leaving his room wasn't a regular occurrence, he'd found the attraction in taking that extra edge of caution, only addressing people with his avatar, for the most part.

He didn't trust himself to leave the room, or to let anyone in. Light had been the first person he'd met, in person, this week. Their conversation... 'Snippy' wasn't a word that did it enough justice. There had been loathing, outright blades on their voices. It was certainly an effect of this week. But it possibly made this meeting an even worse idea.

He stood from the bed, and jerked open the door, the tiniest of amounts. "So it is." And stepped back, opening the door enough to let Light inside.

killswithapen March 13 2010, 05:01:03 UTC

L looked...even more dreadful than he had last week. None the less, with the door open Light took the option to move inside, glancing around warily as he did so. Huh. So this was L's room was it? He took a few moments to look around, then straightened, turning his attention toward the detective. He'd come here for a reason.

He moved further into the room, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. And he leveled his eyes on Ryuzaki.

"You know why I'm here."

So firm; so determined. He was ready for this. He needed it.

"Try not to interrupt too much or too often. I don't expect you to understand, but it's important that you hear me. I know your instinct is to question me. Do your best to refrain."

notorious_ell March 13 2010, 18:18:47 UTC

Nothing too special. There weren't any particular personal effects to even denote that his room was any different than others. Everything was neat, clean. The only difference was in the desk drawers, pages and pages of false notes meant to mislead anyone who might have been snooping.

L shut the door, almost too quick behind him.

He took the bed. Most guests would have taken the chair, or even stood until offered a seat. That was the kind of man that Light was. He wasn't happy; that much L could figure from the context clues. Perhaps he was marking his territory here. He was certainly trying to maintain some kind of control, from laying down so many ground rules from the start.

L took the chair, then, crouching and setting his hands carefully on his knees before he even acknowledged Light's speaking. "Very well."

killswithapen March 13 2010, 20:58:08 UTC

Light was more comfortable on the bed. He put both hands out slightly behind him, and leant back just a little as he looked across at L. There was some distance between them, and he almost looked more comfortable in the chair, which didn't have any give in it as a mattress did. He didn't know why he assumed that he was more comfortable that way... Maybe he was deceiving himself ( ... )

notorious_ell March 14 2010, 00:18:11 UTC

So long as Light was on the bed and L was on this chair, L was more comfortable on this chair. Had they been switched, and L been on the bed and Light on the chair, the bed would have been more comfortable. It was what he was telling himself, and it was how he was going to handle Light's having taken the bed rather than the chair.

Light's request that L stay silent was, ultimately, not necessary. The weight of the confession was alarming, something about this week that had left him 'off his game', admittedly worse for wear in his defenses. Perhaps it was part of the reason he hadn't left his room.

Perhaps he was still mulling over the events from the previous week, hearing Light's question in his mind. 'Do you regularly go about soliciting kisses from serial murderers, or is that a kink you've picked up since being here?' Had this place truly warped him, that he had succumbed to a single experiment? He had let it twist his mind. A kiss, with the man who was confessing the deepest of secrets, albeit L having known them, himself, for ( ... )

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