…today was not a good day. Aaaaand bad days like the one I had spawn depressing oneshots like this.
However! This is the first time that I've been able to write an L oneshot without spazzing over it like all my other ones in the making. I've been aching to write something like this for ages by now, and today just seemed like the right day to get it out there.
And this is just how I see L's thought process during his death. You may or may not agree with me on it. But this is just how I see it, and that is all.
The lyrics are Bright Eyes (whose songs seem to be written for Death Note exclusively), and I don't own Death Note.
[death may come invisible
or in the holy wall of fire.]
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In the drained out corner of L's mind that has always needed sleep and stillness, death is almost a relief. It's almost a cool mist atop fire, or in retrospect, a warm palm atop a frosted windowsill. It's almost kind.
Death has been waiting for him, sitting patiently for 25 years, and it arrives in a muffled battle cry and a crash to the floor and Light Yagami's arms. So many theories without evidence later, death is practically weeping its triumph over the legend that just would not die, that had warded off sleep and paid the price for it with dark, dead eyes.
Death practically cradles him, like a newborn that had had parents lasting longer than four years of its life. Its hands are soft and its eyes are hazel and its lips are curling up, up, up-
This whole time…
- and this whole time -
I was right…
- he was right.
Miles and miles away, they will know. The timer will die out, the transmission will send. The words will ring out within brick walls, beyond towering glass windows and behind cherrywood doors. L is dead. They will learn; children that have touched death and abandonment and madness before most children could speak coherent words, children that break their own limits, discard them, all to become this exhausted, black-eyed man that is irrefutably right even in death. These children, they will fight. And they will finish this.
The cool fire embrace sweeps him under, and L sleeps the sleep of kings.
…yeah.
I'm an awful person. All I do is write depressing depression with the sole purpose to depress…
Must be something in the water.
Either way, feedback is highly appreciated, you lovelies out there.
