Are u in ur hotel yet? Do you get the big bed?
Nah we don’t go to kalahari until tomorrow!!
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“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you / oh take me back to the night we met,” ~ The Night We Met by Lord Huron
inspired by Salome with the head of John the Baptist by Bernardino Luini, via MFA Boston
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If you're still doing art requests can I get Titan and Philip playing video games on the couch together?
I postponed my bedtime for this (and loved it)
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“I miss them so much,” Light replies, and this, too, is unlike him; typically, getting emotional truth out of Light is worse than pulling teeth. His voice is so small. He feels so small in L's arms, even though he’s almost as tall as L is. “My family. I miss them so much. I miss my house. I miss my parents. I miss my sister. I miss my room.” He makes a wavering little noise. “I miss — everything. I miss trashy konbini food. I miss the city noise when I was falling asleep. I miss getting on the subway at rush hour and being crammed in against everyone's disgusting sweaty bodies and wanting to die even though I did it every day. But I miss them the worst. I feel so alone here. Everyone hates me. I want my mom.”
“Okay,” L says, petting Light’s hair awkwardly. He’s not good at this. He is, in fact, actively bad at this. “That’s understandable,” he continues. “It’s normal to be uncomfortable in a new place. And it’s normal to miss your family.”
“I’m never going to see them again,” Light says, and his voice is so tiny and miserable it’s almost a whimper. “Never, never, never.”
You might have thought of that before becoming the most prolific individual serial killer in the history of the entire world, L thinks but does not say. Instead, his hand trails down to rub Light’s back. Light is trembling, clinging close to L like L is the only thing tethering him to Earth.
“No, I don’t think you will,” L murmurs, low and gentle. — By the brilliant @dykelawlight
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