L and Wedy
You know the drill
Pg-15 for VIOLENCE LIEK WOAH

Wedy and L like fighting each other for the same exact reason.

Neither of them ‘goes easy’ on the other.

Wedy is blond, beautiful, blue eyed, and just lithe enough to pass for delicate. Men in gyms inevitably try a pick up line, right before her elbow connects. Frequently, right after, too. ( Read more... )

PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he
knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so
much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my
state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The
church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she
does belongs to all. ( Read more... )

Well, come now, Milord!
Sit at my table;
It's so cold, outside,
Here, it's comfortable.
Let yourself go, Milord,
Take your ease,
Your pains on my heart
And your feet on a chair
I know you, Milord,
You've never seen me
I'm just a girl from the port
A shadow of the street.

Some time  since I noticed you,
When you walked by yesterday,
You weren't a little proud,
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“I do not pretend to understand it,” says L, sipping his tea.  He makes another face, and then reaches for the box of sugar cubes.  This will be his eighth.   Near has to stop himself from laughing at him.  “But as long as you are comfortable.”

He has very carefully stopped using the words ‘not hurt’ when it comes to Mello and Near’s relationship ( Read more... )

A has never been well.  Not really.  Circuits got a tiny bit crossed in the brain pan, you see, and then R and W made it worse, and B made it unbearable.  He was doomed before he even started.

Then, he started, and he was destroyed.  Careful tests calculated, twisted, turned and prodded in an attempt to replicate the experiment that was L.  The ( Read more... )

a) I WAS SOLICITED (and there was much rejoicing ( Read more... )

In which L and little-Matt (Miles) confer, and decide that they will bake a cake but will have Matt as a protector on hand with golf clubs in case it becomes an alien life form.

In which L questions konata-ismywife on the importance of figurines.

In which L establishes that nice-ish!B is mid to mildlingly crazy but that he kind of likes him ( Read more... )

Further notes ( Read more... )

When did L become L?  Was he simply born, being him?  Did he know this was his fate from the very beginning?  Was he too young when he was given his first case?  Or, more likely, was he filled with impatient, naive excitement.

At twenty, L is not new at the game.  He is not a rookie.  He is not building international respect.  But he is younger than ( Read more... )