#lawforlight

[light-kun]

Darling.. how attractive am I?

SHIT SO ATTRACTIVE SO FUCKING ATTRACTIVE YOU ARE LEVEL 100 ATTRACTIVE,, LIKE, THE MOST ATTRACTIVE

[tsukiyagami]

Please /never/ stop.

“It’s not as if I have a choice. I won’t ever.”

[shattered-justice]

Take a Break

@lawforlight

The hunt for Kira was practically in full-swing, now, and it had taken quite a toll on Light. From the moment L revealed himself at the ceremony, his condition had been slowly deteriorating. Of course, he still had several layers of defense up at all times, keeping his “perfect student” and “perfect son” mask on as always. His mind was a different story, however. The thought of being accused of mass-murder along with his day-to-day responsibilities was nearly unbearable. Not only did he have a reputation and his grades to manage, but now he had to do all of these things whilst acting as innocent as possible. He was hyper-aware of every action he took, terrified that something as simple as how he sat in a chair could damn him further.

After two weeks of regularly meeting with the task force, Light didn’t show. He didn’t attend school that day, and he never went home. It took little to no time for everyone to realize this, although, Chief Yagami’s main fear was how suspicious this was.

The young man had spent most of his day in a park on the other side of town, just taking in the sights as he tried to clear his mind. The assignment one of his professors had emailed him about had been the metaphorical straw that broke the camel’s back. That morning, he didn’t think twice about whether or not he’d be going to school. He felt numb and dazed, as if he could no longer hold onto a coherent thought. He kept expecting the realization of what he’d done to come crashing down on him, but it didn’t. He just sat there on a bench with his eyes closed, listening to the sounds around him.

[lesbian-misa-amane]

You can kick my ass anytime.

Send me a time and place and we’ll throw down

[sanctitydesigned]

“ a lot of blood is on your hands.”

dexter starters | ACCEPTING

“I was under the impression you didn’t think I had a conscience.”

His wrists are raw from the handcuffs for how long he’s been bound, and his voice is already hoarse, weak—but his eyes are still razor sharp.

I regret the innocent lives. No one else’s. They deserved it.

“I really don’t know what you think you’re going to gain this way, Ryuzaki.”

[raitororaito]

Happy birthday, doof

i’ve been blessed

[erumodoki]

he walks up behind him with quiet steps - even if he's aware B somehow /knows/ -, and covers his eyes carefully. "Guess who?" he asks, with subtle humor in his voice; it's not really the question that matters - something childish and pointless as they are both very much aware of each other -, it's the act itself. the curious need to connect, even if it means the simplest, most ordinary ways. L figures this is more subtle than saying something odd or needless, such as 'i want to be around you.'

          b   does know;     instantly, as his vision’s covered though before   L   speaks. it’s a very easy realization. the fingers are longer than his yet not as long as an adult’s, so it’s another orphan who’s a tad older than him. only two people currently speak to him, though not regularly since finding   b   every day is a rather arduous task. the appendages feel smooth against his eyes   &   he smells something sweet.

         he’s made his deduction in the second before   L   asks the childish question. 

         though the elder boy intends this moment to be something playful   &   connecting,   b   sees it as a test. it’s   L,   after all;     the boy-wonder, the genius     —–     b’s   realized his purpose here now   &   it’s to prove himself as something awesome;     or perhaps aweful.

         ❝   L,   ❞     b   answers like the beginning of a sentence yet makes no move to continue or see the boy for himself. he knows he’s correct   &   now waits for the teacher to grade him. or perhaps that’s too disconnecting of an association.   L   had been something less pivotal before, hadn’t he ?

         he feels childish, but not because he’s a child;     because he had tried to befriend a century’s idol.

[alabaster-blues-blog]

starter for @lawforlight !!

After so many years, it seemed odd for Near to finally find L in Greece, of all places. It wasn’t that Greece was a significant location, at least not as far as Near was aware -- though also being aware of how little he knew of L, it probably was, in a way Near would never be able to decipher unless told. He wasn’t used to just not knowing things. He supposed that’s why meeting L interested him in the first place -- he’d always wanted to know what it would be like to speak with someone who would make him feel like he knew nothing.

But it was the climate of this tiny, coastal town Near found himself in that was throwing him off -- from the few physical descriptions of L that had been recanted to him over his lifetime, he’d envisioned the man as a wisp -- so pale he should have burned up in this humidity and heat; so thin he should have blown away in the ocean breeze. Near found himself more than anything enjoying the warmth of the sun on his back; but that said nothing for L, whom he’d always been told held a preference for dark, windowless rooms.

The doubts had no purpose, though, drifting around the back of his mind and distracting him with things he had no use for. Either L would be here, or he wouldn’t. Near was inclined to believe he would be -- this was the address Mello had given him, and this wasn’t the sort of thing Mello would mislead him about. But if L wasn’t, Near was a foot away from the front door anyways, and once he had knocked he would know anyway, no deductions necessary.  

He was hesitant, more so than he had expected he would be, but he swallowed the feeling and raised his hand to the door, rapping his knuckles gently against the wood. The knock itself wasn’t important -- if L really was inside this house, he would already know Near was there.