#s; misa // dear diary I met a boy ( light x misa )

[musedriven]

@rake-rake said // "...Misa." Light's movements are fluid and steady, always in control, as he quietly extends his hand towards her. Palm upwards and fingers relaxed in an open, inviting gesture that doesn't cease to be careful, as though he was about to treat with an extremely fragile thing. He simply watches her, and awaits for her choice.

her god calls and she does not hesitate to answer. she looks at him with adoration as she places her own palm against his, ready to serve as she has always done in her life. his angel; the people's idol. how could she not come to worship his beliefs and how could she not fall in love with his conviction? her eyes are his, her life freely given if he requires it, anything to see that his new world comes to be. she was helpless against her heart. " yes, Light? " she breathes softly, eager to know what he wishes of her. eager to show herself worthy of his attention and determined to earn his affection.

serving him was as easy as breathing air. as natural as preforming upon her stage. she was made for this. to serve and be used as her superiors see fit. her agents had been doing it to her for as long as she could recall at this point. it was what she was good at; and now she had a real purpose to serve. a cause to support and a person to rely on. someone who was willing to use her for good and yet still saw her. how could she not fall even deeper each time he called her name?