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It's not stalking when he's a ghost
Who: Misa Amane and YOU (and a ghost)
Where: Shepherd's Haven
When: August 10th, 2016 (night)
What: Misa has spotted a certain ghost, with a face that has been burned into her mind ever since her first echo. Light Yagami. Well, it's not like she's not going to follow him.
Status: Open
Warnings: Some PG-13 sex suggestions in the thread with Lazarus.
The first time she saw him, saw that familiar face that somehow still belonged to a stranger, Misa had stopped dead in her tracks and lost him. By the time her heart had stopped hammering in her chest and she decided that yes, she should look for him, there was no harm in looking, he had disappeared. The disappointment was acute, but even with that one glimpse the figment had haunted her thoughts for the remainder of the night.
Light Yagami.
There was so little she knew of him, and what she did know often conflicted, missing pieces making the puzzle all the more confusing. Her Other had loved him enough to do anything for him. Misa had amassed enough echoes to find that thought terrifying rather than simply romantic, but even so she still desired to know more.
Who was Light Yagami?
A ghost could not tell her that. Not this one, anyway. The phantom glided silently through the streets, never speaking, a bored look on his eerily beautiful face. Misa walked along beside him, staring. At first she had been more discrete, but after twenty minutes of trailing behind him it became clear that this ghost didn't care about her presence in the least. He didn't so much as look at her.
Misa more than made up for that with how hungrily she looked at him. Time passed by them both, and soon she had lost track of the hour, wandering obliviously through the darkened streets.
Where: Shepherd's Haven
When: August 10th, 2016 (night)
What: Misa has spotted a certain ghost, with a face that has been burned into her mind ever since her first echo. Light Yagami. Well, it's not like she's not going to follow him.
Status: Open
Warnings: Some PG-13 sex suggestions in the thread with Lazarus.
The first time she saw him, saw that familiar face that somehow still belonged to a stranger, Misa had stopped dead in her tracks and lost him. By the time her heart had stopped hammering in her chest and she decided that yes, she should look for him, there was no harm in looking, he had disappeared. The disappointment was acute, but even with that one glimpse the figment had haunted her thoughts for the remainder of the night.
Light Yagami.
There was so little she knew of him, and what she did know often conflicted, missing pieces making the puzzle all the more confusing. Her Other had loved him enough to do anything for him. Misa had amassed enough echoes to find that thought terrifying rather than simply romantic, but even so she still desired to know more.
Who was Light Yagami?
A ghost could not tell her that. Not this one, anyway. The phantom glided silently through the streets, never speaking, a bored look on his eerily beautiful face. Misa walked along beside him, staring. At first she had been more discrete, but after twenty minutes of trailing behind him it became clear that this ghost didn't care about her presence in the least. He didn't so much as look at her.
Misa more than made up for that with how hungrily she looked at him. Time passed by them both, and soon she had lost track of the hour, wandering obliviously through the darkened streets.
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He walks toward the line of trees and spots Misa standing transfixed by a particular specter. He's already aware of the phenomenon, having stood with Nathan and seen Mello and the ensuing post three days prior, but the way Misa stares at the man like a piece of meat is not lost on Lazarus.
To his secret shame, he feels it, too.
"You stood me up," he accuses casually, also not taking his eyes off Light's disinterested form.
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He is not ignoring the ghosts as he walks; that would be foolish, in his estimation. Just as foolish as . . . following them would be. Which is exactly what he sees Misa doing. He debates speaking up; she's probably fine, but he is still very wary of what's happening in the village right now.
Quietly, as he always speaks: "... Misa?"
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