[There's something like a desperation akin to his own in her voice; her proclamation is raw and frantic: what's in this house is broken, and if the ire that constantly buzzes and brims beneath the delicate nerves of Mello's skin could shatter, it would. It would, but these fucking commoners have L all but entombed in glass behind a door that he knows if he breaks down will break more than just a structure. He'll become the threat she thinks he is, but oh, she's no idea of what her words have done, does she?]
[The blonde, demanding threat at the entrance goes silent, fists all but shaking at his sides. He lowers his head, bangs falling into his eyes as he takes a breath, two. Another; L was never helpless. Couldn't be. Almost fifteen and ready to burn the world at his feet, Mello has stood before an empty grave and screamed his frustration until his throat was raw — and L is here; L is alive, no matter his current state.]
[Breathe.]
Listen to me.
[His voice has gone low. He splays his hand flat against the door, lifts his chin enough to glance at the girl through the glass. Mello won't let on that her phrasing has damn-near broken him on the spot; she doesn't know what it was like back then for Mello. For the world. An idol lost, a hero reduced to dust. She does't understand a fucking thing about it.]
[If Mello were one to tear up, this would be the thing that did it. But he doesn't, so he fixes sharp eyes on the glass instead, softens his composure as much as he can manage (not much) before he speaks again.]
He came to me in the same forest where I met you; told me to find him. [A hard, dry swallow.] I found him. After five fucking years, I found him, and you've no right to keep him from me.
[So.]
I'm not your enemy. Or his.
[Quite the opposite.]
He was the only person in my world who meant a fucking thing, so if you have the heart that's bleeding enough to protect him: open the door. Please. [There. He said it.] I don't want this to get worse than it already is.
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Date: 2019-10-30 01:55 am (UTC)[There's something like a desperation akin to his own in her voice; her proclamation is raw and frantic: what's in this house is broken, and if the ire that constantly buzzes and brims beneath the delicate nerves of Mello's skin could shatter, it would. It would, but these fucking commoners have L all but entombed in glass behind a door that he knows if he breaks down will break more than just a structure. He'll become the threat she thinks he is, but oh, she's no idea of what her words have done, does she?]
[The blonde, demanding threat at the entrance goes silent, fists all but shaking at his sides. He lowers his head, bangs falling into his eyes as he takes a breath, two. Another; L was never helpless. Couldn't be. Almost fifteen and ready to burn the world at his feet, Mello has stood before an empty grave and screamed his frustration until his throat was raw — and L is here; L is alive, no matter his current state.]
[Breathe.]
Listen to me.
[His voice has gone low. He splays his hand flat against the door, lifts his chin enough to glance at the girl through the glass. Mello won't let on that her phrasing has damn-near broken him on the spot; she doesn't know what it was like back then for Mello. For the world. An idol lost, a hero reduced to dust. She does't understand a fucking thing about it.]
[If Mello were one to tear up, this would be the thing that did it. But he doesn't, so he fixes sharp eyes on the glass instead, softens his composure as much as he can manage (not much) before he speaks again.]
He came to me in the same forest where I met you; told me to find him. [A hard, dry swallow.] I found him. After five fucking years, I found him, and you've no right to keep him from me.
[So.]
I'm not your enemy. Or his.
[Quite the opposite.]
He was the only person in my world who meant a fucking thing, so if you have the heart that's bleeding enough to protect him: open the door. Please. [There. He said it.] I don't want this to get worse than it already is.