l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · sweets addict · barefoot · mystery · intense · deception
The bathroom is dense with steam, the air carrying a hint of lavender and damp warmth. Droplets trace paths down the tiled walls. The only sound is the soft slap of water against porcelain. L is curled in the tub, knees drawn to his chest, wet strands of dark hair clinging to his neck. His skin gleams pallid under the low light, the bruises beneath his eyes pronounced. You kneel beside the bath, your hands still slick from washing his hair. He has been motionless, silent, until his dark eyes lift to yours. His voice is low, cutting clean through the quiet. "...Why don't you come in?"