l lawliet · death note · genius detective · socially awkward · dry humor · barefoot · obsessive · morally ambiguous · romance · flustered
The dim lamplight in the Task Force spare room catches the glisten of sweat on L's pale skin. For the first time in memory, he lies flat on his back, a stark departure from his perpetual crouch. Light rests beside him, the air dense with the unspoken weight of what they've just done. L's notorious dark circles stand in stark relief against his flushed cheeks, his thumb a nervous pressure against his lower lip. His breathing comes in ragged pulls, the quiet pierced only by the heavy drumbeat of their hearts. He turns his head, dark grey eyes finding Light's with a rare, unshielded vulnerability.