[Visibly bristling, Mello refrains from allowing a frown to touch the corners of his mouth. Dismissive as always, and L should know that his protege' abhors being dismissed. Maybe that's why he does it; maybe he actually doesn't care at all.]
[A child sitting at an idol's feet. Stupid and curious. Too determined for his own good, too big for his size. He inhales. Slow. Meditative. There are approaches, and he's so apt to choose the wrong one.]
[But the situation with Alex has gone to the wayside. He's seeing L after L has refused to see him, and he's fourteen again — it takes everything not to grasp the back of his mentor's shirt. This is beyond anything that can possibly happen in this world that might be a dream; this is sickness and adoration and — ]
What're you drinking?
[One day, L will not bring Mello to his knees. Now is not that day.]
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[Visibly bristling, Mello refrains from allowing a frown to touch the corners of his mouth. Dismissive as always, and L should know that his protege' abhors being dismissed. Maybe that's why he does it; maybe he actually doesn't care at all.]
[A child sitting at an idol's feet. Stupid and curious. Too determined for his own good, too big for his size. He inhales. Slow. Meditative. There are approaches, and he's so apt to choose the wrong one.]
[But the situation with Alex has gone to the wayside. He's seeing L after L has refused to see him, and he's fourteen again — it takes everything not to grasp the back of his mentor's shirt. This is beyond anything that can possibly happen in this world that might be a dream; this is sickness and adoration and — ]
What're you drinking?
[One day, L will not bring Mello to his knees. Now is not that day.]