DN -- Screens
Title: Screens
Collection: The Margins
Fandom: Death Note
Character: L
Rating: G
Word Count: 227
Warnings: none
Summary: Questions. A question.
Author's Note: Worship eltea. Or I kill you.
SCREENS
There was very little to be heard but the underlying hum of the computers, the broad monitors beaming their harsh, anemic light and turning ordinary realities into a strange landscape built of silhouettes. It was a city skyline of rolling chairs and intertwining cords, of tangled wires and small ceramic plates scattered with crumbs.
L popped a jellybean into his mouth and left his thumb resting against his lips, all without ceasing to scan the endless lines that swam on the screen before his eyes. Blindly he reached for another piece of candy, and the bag crinkled. There was a faint snuffling sound to his right.
Glancing up confirmed that Light had fallen asleep, his arms folded on the keyboard, his head pillowed on them. His hair was falling in his eyes and catching in his eyelashes, and the screens cast heavy, flickering shadows on his face. He looked innocent there. Harmless. The edge of the steel handcuff that encircled his wrist was pushing into his cheek.
L returned his gaze to the screen and the words that marched across it in their perfect little rows, but his mind sent curious, probing tendrils towards Light Yagami, the young man with the peerless intellect and the faultless smile.
Who are you, Light-kun? he asked, his eyes flicking from each pixelated letter to the next. Who are you really?
Collection: The Margins
Fandom: Death Note
Character: L
Rating: G
Word Count: 227
Warnings: none
Summary: Questions. A question.
Author's Note: Worship eltea. Or I kill you.
SCREENS
There was very little to be heard but the underlying hum of the computers, the broad monitors beaming their harsh, anemic light and turning ordinary realities into a strange landscape built of silhouettes. It was a city skyline of rolling chairs and intertwining cords, of tangled wires and small ceramic plates scattered with crumbs.
L popped a jellybean into his mouth and left his thumb resting against his lips, all without ceasing to scan the endless lines that swam on the screen before his eyes. Blindly he reached for another piece of candy, and the bag crinkled. There was a faint snuffling sound to his right.
Glancing up confirmed that Light had fallen asleep, his arms folded on the keyboard, his head pillowed on them. His hair was falling in his eyes and catching in his eyelashes, and the screens cast heavy, flickering shadows on his face. He looked innocent there. Harmless. The edge of the steel handcuff that encircled his wrist was pushing into his cheek.
L returned his gaze to the screen and the words that marched across it in their perfect little rows, but his mind sent curious, probing tendrils towards Light Yagami, the young man with the peerless intellect and the faultless smile.
Who are you, Light-kun? he asked, his eyes flicking from each pixelated letter to the next. Who are you really?