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About three glasses in, L had wandered over to the laptop sitting at the desk, and tapped at it until it started making noise. It took Light a few ticks to realize it was classical music, something that might play at a ball in 1760, or 1820, or something. He couldn’t bother to search his foggy mind for an accurate date.
Light set his glass of wine down when L walked back over to him, and he grinned as Light took his hand. The two stumbled to the middle of the room, drunken giggles flowing freely from their lips as they grabbed each other's hands, and L’s left lands on Light’s waist. Light allows himself to rest his own on L’s shoulder.
They sway and laugh, Light’s sock clad feet stepping on L’s bare ones far too many times. Neither mind.
After a couple of songs that blend together into one 15 minute one, their bodies are pressed so close together they don’t know where one ends and the other begins. They’re less dancing than shifting their weight from one foot to the other over and over, but it’s not like they started out with something meticulously choreographed, either.
Light feels like he’s melting. He decides he wouldn’t mind much, if he melted with L. Became one.
They are ouroboros, L thinks. The snake that consumes itself. He presses feather-light kisses to Light’s throat, and smiles against flushed skin when he hears Light laugh. He can smell the wine on his breath. Light’s always been a lightweight, L wasn’t surprised at how he turned to mush after a couple glasses.
They don’t know what time it is when they collapsed back onto the peeling leather couch, and don’t think of it as L drags a orange and yellow blanket that was hanging over the back over them. Light’s already out when L looks back. He rests his chin on Light’s chest and admires his features until L himself follows Light to dreamland, piano and violin lulling him off.