[their last night together.]


On one of the few good fan flashes out there, Go-Devil-Dante put a crazy song to a crazier video and it worked. Seamless animation, masterful and god, her work made me like men in dresses. Totally crazy, that lass is.


I hardly remembered the song, but it was pretty so I searched it up briefly:

However when the same song comes up in the fanfic you have just started on [like the way I start eating one of my huge-ass, big-as-your-face cookies: slowly and meticulously], it's pretty hard to ignore fate, isn't it?


I'm going to go look up that song yes yes sir.

Drunk on ego, truly thought I could make it right
If I kissed you one more time to help you face the nightmare
But you`re far too poison for me such a fool to think that I could
Wake you from your slumber, that I could actually heal you

Also Unsaid by the Fray. I'm going to have to do my research he he.










I actually do remember the time we ate at my parents' favorite restaurant: The fact that I've forgotten it's name well and truly puts me to shame. I think it had the word Marine in it. it was near Marine Parade, that's all I know. And it was wonderful. We'd often: always: so always it was nearly tradition: go there when the situation called for some celebrating.

We always went at night, never lunch, always dinner.

So I came to associate the starlit sky with that restaurant. When I was small, I'd detach myself from my giggly cousins and always press palms against the glass. Admist the chaos that was the building, I'd still have the decency to not let the night pass me by.

I still would stare up into the darkness and pretend the helicopter's landing lights were a star.

I still had the decency to pretend I was in Tokyo, looking through lenses at the dragon fountains.

I still pretended I was in someplace beautiful when I never realized: I was already there.
Only the thrill of imagining.

“Raito-kun is lucky that he has a father that cares for him so much.” L walked past him and towards the glass sliding doors that led to the balcony. He moved the curtains to the side and as he gazed out at the city lights he added quietly, “Having that must be nice.”

Yagami-san knew that L hadn’t meant his words in a way that would cause to upset anyone, but saying something like that…

It was sad -- and it made him remember that this person in front of him was someone’s child, or had been once…

“Goodnight Yagami-san,” L said, his back still turned to him, as he gazed out at the night sky.

“Ah…goodnight Ryuuzaki,” Yagami-san replied and closed the door behind him.

sighhhh
my god
I keep quoting both people and things left and right
I think every day, I at least make one statement, utter one sentence that was coined and penned by someone else.
No?
I like what other people say.
it's just...somewhat intimate to apply their words all over my experiences like a horse would trot all over the beaten path.


speaking of horses, I quite like them.
I admire their tranquility.
Yeah...
...I might get an equine maybe, later in life if I hit lotto.





-------
de la Lune. de la Lune. De La Lune...
that rings a bell.
I think it was a saxaphone piece in my book. either way I reckon I've come across that classic score. or the title, at least.
damn, damn me for never checking titles damn.

...Ah.


--God of the Night and the Moon--




so that's what it is.
Besides Mind Games, of course, never before have I touched a multichaptered, long chronicled fic about the details throughout their romance. And now that I think about it...Mind Games wasn't nearly as detailed as I want it to be. My obsession: wasn't nearly as detailed as I want it to be.

They say nobody alive knows the secrets of marriage, least of all the children.

I beg to differ.

Nobody alive even knows the tightly woven secrets of love, and least of all the couple in said love.


and I will end this there.
This theory, strangely, does not need details.












by the way, we've found another house to rent out.
After one day, my mom fell in love with an apartment and so did my father. So it's settled. By the end of June we expect to be in a new house.
Yeah. Might have some internet issues between now and then, so...Yep.














You see, contradicting myself, this time however I will not quote what has just made my blood boil and my heart swoon.

that would just be like quoting the bible and even putting it in italics and bolds and the largest font you can imagine...

it'd be like trying to glorify something that was so simply understatedly beautiful, that glorifying it is a tedious hell and impossible.

so I won't.


which is okay.


I like secrets.











tee hee it's kind of reminiscenct of Money War, that scene with the kiss.
One minute they were busy eating cucumbers on the back of a fruit truck, happily joking away, and then: the transition from something to love so quick it was within sixty seconds -.

He leaned across and gave her one on the lips and she was like 'dude wtf I'm still eating ew you like the taste of vegetables?'

and then he pulled back, leaving her very much stunned.

Which she then responded to by giving him a peck on the lips.

Which then resulted in a make-out war.

I KNOW, I bet they had sex on the back of that truck.

Even though I still preferred the girl that he was going to marry, his second choice of lady was pretty sweet too, yeah.

I love that drama.





















psssh you know what I go back on my promises.
I can't resist.



(warning; CoD spoilers up to Chapter 13 and fuzziness so fluffy that will completely knock you unconscious. Or, if you haven't read it, will lose it's potency completely and that will just suck major.)

L had clutched onto his front as he settled down for the night, eyes wide open and staring right at him. And Raito should have felt unnerved by it, but for some reason tonight, he couldn’t find a reason to as he embraced him back.

Raito could feel L’s heartbeat through his own chest as they held onto each other, could feel how wide awake and tense he was and even the unblinking stare.

He thought he could feel everything from just that embrace alone; all L's insecurities, his pride, his courage, his pain…

Even the part that was in love with him…

…Raito thought he could feel that too.