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He is transfixed by the picturesque, half-transparent reflection of himself and L. The window is dotted with rain and Light's inquisitive fingers, mapping the glass pane, hands remembering.

The glitzy colors of awakening Tokyo bleed together in tendrils of sky water. They run along L's face—his reflection—Light sees, eyes wide in wonder.

"Do you miss it down there?" L murmurs, low and quiet. His tone doesn't betray much, so Light's eyes go to the source of the innocently curious question to see if his face will.

Immediately, he knows his companion is genuinely interested in what his response will be. Though he's not sure why, Light knows this question is important. He feels it in the meaningful stare directed at him, seeing more of the young Yagami than anyone ever has.

"No," he answers, just as soft so as not to destroy the vaporous atmosphere. "I don't."

I don't miss bleeding into the colors, being saturated with anything but you.

"Mm." L hums in acquiescence, his still kiss-reddened parting to exhale softly. Light supposes his honest answer is what L was hoping for when he feels knuckles brushing down his jaw. He shivers and leans into the other's touch, eyes slowly falling shut as he grows drunk off of it.

"Flawless..."

His chest constricts and he stops breathing for a small moment. L's voice fills him and permeates in his head, rich and honeyed. He lets it wash over him. It prompts Light to take a breath, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat.

"Hm?" he hums, inquiring wordlessly about what L has just told him.

"You heard what I said." L whispers. He says this with a subtle shyness, lips now pressed against Light's temple, fingers leisurely adoring the patch of exposed skin above his collar.

"Oh..." he groans softly.

He can feel L smile subtly against his skin. He trembles a little and bites his lip to keep from telling the other man how stunning his happiness is.

His mind is pulling him back to their bed, but he doesn't move. He's captivated with L's fingers whispering promises on his skin.

Light has quiet dreams after this.

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KLJGLSK:JF

My favorite scene from the BEST FANFIC EVER. Bonus - it WAS raining outside the window.

I cannot believe the photo came out as well as it did. Sorry for Light's short hair.

...Just wow. <3 Wow.

The fanfic in question is called Cicatrix. The author has no idea that I'm fanboying her work this hard and has no idea that I'm totally taking cosplay photos of it and flailing around over it like a total creep. I should fix that. GUH. <3 That fic makes me feel amazing everytime I read it. Go read it.

L - Moi

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Description
He is transfixed by the picturesque, half-transparent reflection of himself and L. The window is dotted with rain and Light's inquisitive fingers, mapping the glass pane, hands remembering.

The glitzy colors of awakening Tokyo bleed together in tendrils of sky water. They run along L's face—his reflection—Light sees, eyes wide in wonder.

"Do you miss it down there?" L murmurs, low and quiet. His tone doesn't betray much, so Light's eyes go to the source of the innocently curious question to see if his face will.

Immediately, he knows his companion is genuinely interested in what his response will be. Though he's not sure why, Light knows this question is important. He feels it in the meaningful stare directed at him, seeing more of the young Yagami than anyone ever has.

"No," he answers, just as soft so as not to destroy the vaporous atmosphere. "I don't."

I don't miss bleeding into the colors, being saturated with anything but you.

"Mm." L hums in acquiescence, his still kiss-reddened parting to exhale softly. Light supposes his honest answer is what L was hoping for when he feels knuckles brushing down his jaw. He shivers and leans into the other's touch, eyes slowly falling shut as he grows drunk off of it.

"Flawless..."

His chest constricts and he stops breathing for a small moment. L's voice fills him and permeates in his head, rich and honeyed. He lets it wash over him. It prompts Light to take a breath, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat.

"Hm?" he hums, inquiring wordlessly about what L has just told him.

"You heard what I said." L whispers. He says this with a subtle shyness, lips now pressed against Light's temple, fingers leisurely adoring the patch of exposed skin above his collar.

"Oh..." he groans softly.

He can feel L smile subtly against his skin. He trembles a little and bites his lip to keep from telling the other man how stunning his happiness is.

His mind is pulling him back to their bed, but he doesn't move. He's captivated with L's fingers whispering promises on his skin.

Light has quiet dreams after this.

---

KLJGLSK:JF

My favorite scene from the BEST FANFIC EVER. Bonus - it WAS raining outside the window.

I cannot believe the photo came out as well as it did. Sorry for Light's short hair.

...Just wow. <3 Wow.

The fanfic in question is called Cicatrix. The author has no idea that I'm fanboying her work this hard and has no idea that I'm totally taking cosplay photos of it and flailing around over it like a total creep. I should fix that. GUH. <3 That fic makes me feel amazing everytime I read it. Go read it.

L - Moi

Light -

Photo -