[[OOC: Yes, this is a crossover with Neil Gaiman's Sandman, for which I am no doubt going to RP hell. Is it DR-canon? You decide. Light will never remember. Leads directly into this.]]
( freezing hands and bloodless veins as numb as i've become )

Light isn't bored; doesn't know how to be, at the age he is now. For all that he's surrounded by people who hate him - or at least, who hate his adult self - for all that he knows he's supposed to be dead and can't ever go back where he belongs, he's interested in everything, and he's in a magic mansion full of things that are calculated to ( Read more... )

It's a river, winding through the base of a shallow valley in spring. A cool, green smell hangs in the air. The sky is clear and blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. It could be anywhere reasonably temperate ( Read more... )

Light is scribbling a letter to someone. For some reason, the ink is green. How strange. A few precisely-marked words leap off the page to a casual glance: "incoherent", "maudlin" and "incompetent" are high on the list.

[[OOC: private to chilichoc.]]

Another one for the_gabih at comment_fic. I should shut up and tag, huh? Light and Sayu, Kira victory AU.

( rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair / so i can climb without a stair )

Ficwriting: like running a marathon, but without the free bottles of water and the shiny silver blanket at the end. This one was for the_gabih at comment_fic; it's a songfic for "Get Out Alive" by Three Days' Grace.

( if you want to get out alive, run for your life )

dn_contest week #61. Prompt was "terrorism". ( something's lost but something's gained in living every day )

For Phoebe, who was sorry she missed it due to something she calls "sleep".

( The WJC attack. stalky / mel ... kind of. )

( ellie / tennis )

Another one for dn_contest. The prompt was, ohgod, self-insert. That's me at the end thar.

( somewhere down the road you're going to find a place )