I'm Leo, I'm 18 years old and I'm in love with L. Lawliet ! we've been together for 4 years now <3
in this account, I'll mostly post my writings and some art of me and him, I'm more active on twitter ! my @ there is lawlietsbeloved as well.
I love death note, visual kei and many more things !
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take a look at my writings on this tag #angelflesh writings !
take a look at all my yumeship posts on this tag #lawleo !
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L couldn't understand it. Well, he could, using logic, of course, just like he always did. However, he had recently been finding that it wasn't always that simple to apply logic when it came to Leo.
It was strange how Leo broke his apathy. On the soft mattress, in the plain and impersonal bedroom that L barely used, even if it was located on his private floor, where Leo had somehow managed to convince the detective to rest, even if only for a few short moments.
Leo's hands were gentle and soft on his face. He could barely process it. A touch so sweet, so loving, it seemed like Leo was afraid he could break, as if he was made of glass, delicate. And perhaps, to Leo he was.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” L muttered quietly, his voice was as monotone and stoic as always, although he was barely keeping it together. He would rather disappear and never show his face again than admit to it, admit to how much Leo's gentle touch on his face affected him, making him feel warm, it was a strange feeling for him.
“Because you're beautiful.” Leo whispered sweetly, his voice barely audible, a gentle smile beginning to follow on his lips, without the actor even noticing. Completely natural. Completely honest.
L couldn't get it. He couldn't get it at all. How… strange. He was the best at reading people, he could read anyone at all, which obviously included Leo, especially included Leo.
The actor was not lying. That L could understand. He was being truly sincere, and that's what made such a simple situation so confusing for him. Leo was good looking, as a matter of fact. He was not the perfect man in most people's eyes, but his face had certain proportions and features that L could easily identity as conventionally attractive and androgynous. He would describe Leo as “pretty”, “beautiful” or even “cute”. But only in his thoughts could he utter such words.
L however… Wasn't conventionally attractive in any way. In fact, in those rare times he'd go outside, he'd find it that some people would stare at him, for how odd he looked. He was well aware of it, but he couldn't find himself to care. The detective prided himself on his brain, and so his appearance meant nothing to him.
“... You're thinking about something.” Leo's voice was gentle, like a loving caress on L's ears as he felt the other man's index finger slowly trace over his nose bridge, followed by a gentle chuckle. “Your nose is pretty.” L felt Leo's finger slowly, carefully, reach his hairless eyebrows. “Your eyes. I love them. They're… really big. I love when you stare at me. It's so cute…”
L found himself dumbfounded by Leo's overly sweet words. He knew that if they were said by anyone else, they'd be a lie, clear as water. This was one of the main reasons L felt so strongly for the actor: he could leave L dumbfounded. He was the only one. Leo truly adored L, somehow. And the detective was not oblivious to that.
“You should get your eyes checked.” L spoke in a stoic but sarcastic manner, his voice not faltering, as he stared down up at Leo's face, as he hovered right above him, their faces at a dangerously short distance.
Leo said nothing. He just leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on L's forehead, before doing it again on his right cheek, on his left cheek, on his nose, anywhere he could reach.
L did nothing. He didn't move, he didn't protest. He felt like maybe he should push Leo away. Usually, he would. With anyone else, he would. But somehow, he just didn't mind.
