The Aves of Maria
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Death Note › Het-Male/Female
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Category:
Death Note › Het-Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
4,475
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Death Note in any way, shape or form. Any similarities Original Characters have to real life people or other people's Original Characters is purely coincidental. I make no profit from this fic, whatoever.
Peccavi
Peccavi or "I Have Sinned."
***
He was spying on her again.
Despite having shared tea with her just that afternoon after another session of church with his family, he had been unable to resist the desire to see her again. It was becoming a regular occurrence. This was not the second, or third, or fourth, or even the fifth time he had come to watch her.
She suspected nothing, and neither did Light's family.
Maria and Light had had tea together several times now, and each time he learned something new about her, about her birds, about her faith. He never tired of hearing her speak, watching her mouth move, some days he was hard pressed to keep his hands to himself.
However, as much as he enjoyed those meetings, there was something about the sight of her when the world was dark and the sun extinguished. Perhaps it was the way she was so relaxed when the lamps were on and the streets were empty.
'She walks in beauty, like the night
'Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
'And all that's best of dark and bright
'Meet in her aspect and her eyes,' Light recited to himself. He wished he could take a photograph of her as she currently was without being caught—her golden locks loose and flowing freely over her shoulders; her long sleeves and high socks foregone in favor of a loose-fitting, short, white robe, exposing her forearms and slender calves; knees pulled up to her chest as she rested an open book on her thighs.
Then again, was a photograph really necessary? Photographs were for memories, but he was going to make Maria his. Already he could envision himself finishing writing in the Death Note in the neighboring room and, after putting it away in a safe place, walking into the sitting room. Maria would be too deeply into her book to notice him come in until he plucked the tome from her hands from behind, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. Her lips would part in surprise and he would cup her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him, and the distance between them would close and he would drink in the nectar of her lips.
A few blocks away, a dog barked, reminding Light that it was only a fantasy…for now.
Inside, Maria closed her book at last and stood. She placed her novel amongst the others in the bookshelf and left, her fingers skimming the wall to turn off the lights.
Light sighed and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against her window. The chill of the glass soothed his burning cheeks. Into the darkness he whispered,
"Come live with me, and be my love;
"And I will make thee beds of roses
"And a thousand fragrant posies,
"Fair lined slippers for the cold,
"With buckles of the purest gold;
"If these delights thy mind may move,
"Then live with me and be my love."
***
"…broke into Anneimedu's house and bludgeoned the author to death in order to steal the manuscript of his latest novel. A neighbor heard the sound of shattering glass and called the police. The man ran, but was quickly apprehended and taken in for questioning. In related news…"
Nisio Isin
***
He was spying on her again.
Despite having shared tea with her just that afternoon after another session of church with his family, he had been unable to resist the desire to see her again. It was becoming a regular occurrence. This was not the second, or third, or fourth, or even the fifth time he had come to watch her.
She suspected nothing, and neither did Light's family.
Maria and Light had had tea together several times now, and each time he learned something new about her, about her birds, about her faith. He never tired of hearing her speak, watching her mouth move, some days he was hard pressed to keep his hands to himself.
However, as much as he enjoyed those meetings, there was something about the sight of her when the world was dark and the sun extinguished. Perhaps it was the way she was so relaxed when the lamps were on and the streets were empty.
'She walks in beauty, like the night
'Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
'And all that's best of dark and bright
'Meet in her aspect and her eyes,' Light recited to himself. He wished he could take a photograph of her as she currently was without being caught—her golden locks loose and flowing freely over her shoulders; her long sleeves and high socks foregone in favor of a loose-fitting, short, white robe, exposing her forearms and slender calves; knees pulled up to her chest as she rested an open book on her thighs.
Then again, was a photograph really necessary? Photographs were for memories, but he was going to make Maria his. Already he could envision himself finishing writing in the Death Note in the neighboring room and, after putting it away in a safe place, walking into the sitting room. Maria would be too deeply into her book to notice him come in until he plucked the tome from her hands from behind, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. Her lips would part in surprise and he would cup her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him, and the distance between them would close and he would drink in the nectar of her lips.
A few blocks away, a dog barked, reminding Light that it was only a fantasy…for now.
Inside, Maria closed her book at last and stood. She placed her novel amongst the others in the bookshelf and left, her fingers skimming the wall to turn off the lights.
Light sighed and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against her window. The chill of the glass soothed his burning cheeks. Into the darkness he whispered,
"Come live with me, and be my love;
"And I will make thee beds of roses
"And a thousand fragrant posies,
"Fair lined slippers for the cold,
"With buckles of the purest gold;
"If these delights thy mind may move,
"Then live with me and be my love."
***
"…broke into Anneimedu's house and bludgeoned the author to death in order to steal the manuscript of his latest novel. A neighbor heard the sound of shattering glass and called the police. The man ran, but was quickly apprehended and taken in for questioning. In related news…"
Nisio Isin