[fic] [31_days] Death Note
may 19 | der Tod und das Mädchen
Sometimes Misa looks at Rem with a curious, even critical eye, and her thoughts are consciously frivolous: what would Rem look like in the background of a visual kei music PV, or on an album cover? What sort of clothes would fit over a frame like that? But mostly she forgets that Rem is there, since there is so much else that occupies her world. Light, for a start, and Light's plans, and her plans for a future with Light.
To be fair, Light is not the only reason for Misa's indifference to death in all its forms. Since then, the only death that Misa has had to fear is Light's. And perhaps her own, if only because it might keep her from achieving what she wants. It is not a matter of time. A day would be long enough left to live, as long as she knew that Light had what he wanted.
And if she never thinks to fear death, what more Rem, or even Ryuuk? After all, Misa is used to receiving indulgence, or affection, or devotion; perhaps even love. In her hands death is a friend, or at least something she can use.
Sometimes Misa looks at Rem with a curious, even critical eye, and her thoughts are consciously frivolous: what would Rem look like in the background of a visual kei music PV, or on an album cover? What sort of clothes would fit over a frame like that? But mostly she forgets that Rem is there, since there is so much else that occupies her world. Light, for a start, and Light's plans, and her plans for a future with Light.
To be fair, Light is not the only reason for Misa's indifference to death in all its forms. Since then, the only death that Misa has had to fear is Light's. And perhaps her own, if only because it might keep her from achieving what she wants. It is not a matter of time. A day would be long enough left to live, as long as she knew that Light had what he wanted.
And if she never thinks to fear death, what more Rem, or even Ryuuk? After all, Misa is used to receiving indulgence, or affection, or devotion; perhaps even love. In her hands death is a friend, or at least something she can use.