[Death Note] (Light, L, gen)
May. 7th, 2008 11:16 amA drabblelike thing written while at Anime Boston. I'd sort of forgotten about it. It's meant to be a companion piece to this snippet and was written in the same sitting.
Death Note, Light gen, slight violence, very slight religious references, characters not mine and no money made, spoilers for the Toudai acceptance speech revelations
That face is giving him nightmares. Wide buggy eyes, staring at him under a mop of hair that just thinking about makes him want to wash his hands. Eyes that peer at him as though Light is a window covered in paint that this Hideki Ryuuga is trying to look through.
Light is not a window, not to any man, not even to a purported genius – otherwise he’d have been caught. It’s a desperate ploy, by an intelligent man who, perhaps, may only want Light to think he is desperate. The ambiguity is going to haunt Light’s sleep, where he tries to cut through that impenetrable mind, break it on the wheel of his intellect and use its strength to build his new world. He has already dreamt of trying to gouge out those eyes, made of glass, cold under his fingers and relentlessly looking into his own.
Death Note, Light gen, slight violence, very slight religious references, characters not mine and no money made, spoilers for the Toudai acceptance speech revelations
That face is giving him nightmares. Wide buggy eyes, staring at him under a mop of hair that just thinking about makes him want to wash his hands. Eyes that peer at him as though Light is a window covered in paint that this Hideki Ryuuga is trying to look through.
Light is not a window, not to any man, not even to a purported genius – otherwise he’d have been caught. It’s a desperate ploy, by an intelligent man who, perhaps, may only want Light to think he is desperate. The ambiguity is going to haunt Light’s sleep, where he tries to cut through that impenetrable mind, break it on the wheel of his intellect and use its strength to build his new world. He has already dreamt of trying to gouge out those eyes, made of glass, cold under his fingers and relentlessly looking into his own.
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Date: 2008-05-08 12:01 am (UTC)