Misa was one to adore pretty things. Cute things. Things others think dark or twisted. She loved wearing clothing that showed off her curves, clothes that made her live rent free in the minds of others. She loved to see people fall into her web of airheaded bubbliness, unsuspecting of her true, more sinister nature than was well hidden from the world by her carefully handcrafted costume. It made her feel drunk with power. It made her feel like a God.

But sometimes, it’s not the times when she holds power over the clothes she wears or the makeup that caresses her dainty skin. Sometimes, it’s when you hold power over her that Misa feels the most precious and revered. 

Head slightly bowed, let her face fall into a more demure look, she internally preened with pride when you, her beloved photographer called her perfect and cute with a little tremor in your voice.

She knew very well that you were a shy thing but Misa was a patient girl. You were already doing so good for her anyways just by taking lovely pictures of her. She’d even gone as far as keeping magazine editions she knew you’d personally issued but soon her little heart yearned for more.

She wanted to keep you as her own. To devour you whole so no other could even sniff what was hers. And now that she had a Death Note, setting up her plan of cornering you til you had no choice but to love her would go swimmingly. Misa would hold power over you by trapping you in her web just like you did to her. Misa adored pretty things. Cute things. Dark, twisted things. But most of all, she adored you.