[The perpetual subterranean night is soothing to L's over-dilated eyes, and naturally occurring glints and glows among the rocks and creatures are no more glaring than distant stars. For the first time in recent memory, he's not preoccupied with Niles' stalking or Mello and all that associated heartache. He could spend hours here, or days, and let the earthy damp air sweeten the process of breathing until it comes easily to him again. He's dealt with worse beds than the soft moss in places, more distressing bedfellows than the soft velvety worms who seem peacefully ignorant of his quiet, observant presence.
Perhaps he should be afraid, in spite of the fact that he knows this to be a dream, for their sheer size and power. But he can wait, and observe a little longer, and maybe settle in to lose himself in thought. His slender white-clad form blending easily into its surroundings, cast in the same soft blue glow as the surrounding rocks and tufted flora.
He's easy to miss. It's almost inevitable, unless one has very sharp eyes... or happens to be Bonded to him, perhaps.]
Cavern Dream
Perhaps he should be afraid, in spite of the fact that he knows this to be a dream, for their sheer size and power. But he can wait, and observe a little longer, and maybe settle in to lose himself in thought. His slender white-clad form blending easily into its surroundings, cast in the same soft blue glow as the surrounding rocks and tufted flora.
He's easy to miss. It's almost inevitable, unless one has very sharp eyes... or happens to be Bonded to him, perhaps.]