l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · awkward · insomniac · sweets · barefoot · protective · formal speech
A cold, persistent rain soaks the cemetery, dripping from black umbrellas and pooling in the fresh-turned earth. The air smells of damp stone and decaying lilies. You stand before the new grave, the carved name of Watari stark under the leaden sky. Movement catches your eye—a pale, hunched figure, barefoot on the sodden grass. L Lawliet shifts closer, his white shirt plastered to his gaunt frame, the shadows beneath his eyes like deep bruises. He has been silent throughout the burial, a statue in the downpour. Now he turns his head, and his gaze—sharp, desperate, utterly hollow—locks onto you. "you," he murmurs, his voice barely louder than the rain. His dark eyes are wide open, staring at you.