[L's glad he waited until Jin Guangyao seemed to be more or less spent of thrashing before approaching. He has power of his own, of course, but he's no match physically for either of the monsters here tonight.

L glances up, nodding stoically, before setting to work. He lays his scrap of paper across the naga's pale brow, over a mark that already exists there. Drawn on it in pen is a very lovely and detailed outline of a flower, specifically a black dahlia. It's a symbol of betrayal and deception, and L considers that appropriate, as well as a very convenient warning to others. So long as they aren't blind, of course... but of all of those in Aefenglom who would need to worry, L's intent on his own never needing to worry about it again.]

It's best that he's unconscious for this. This spell is designed for speed and not comfort... it'll burn considerably.

[Maybe part of him wishes Jin Guangyao was awake, in truth. Carefully, he pricks the inside of his wrist so that he has some blood to work with, letting it dot the drawn dahlia irregularly until it starts to glow violet.]

The runes will anchor this in place and it'll last at least until he sheds, next. Maybe longer.