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These are just writing prompts for me to finish eventually. I'll tag them with the words in comments, because I am a dork. I guess other people can too if they want, any fandom or whatever. Uh. Uh, any length, from a sentence to a novel.
Aaaand~
Here we go!
An invasion of privacy
An outline/silhouette/print of a hand
Silvery lavender
Two people ( Read more... )
Aaaand~
Here we go!
An invasion of privacy
An outline/silhouette/print of a hand
Silvery lavender
Two people ( Read more... )
Demyx, of course, found this policy Absolutely Wonderfully Amazing, because it meant he got to use Special Magic to get a Cool Costume for an Equally Cool Holiday. Yes, the capitalization was, in fact, required, grammar be damned. Mostly because the policy was Massively Cool and it meant he got to bounce around as a dead-water-monster thingy and he didn't even have to wear the often-uncomfortable coat. Win-win, as far as the Nocturne was concerned.
Most of the other members, in fact, enjoyed going to Halloweentown for much the same purpose (though generally with fewer capital letters and much less bouncing). Most of them, that was, except for one.
Demyx had never seen Number VI avoid missions, either- except to Halloweentown. He never went there, and always found reasons why he didn't have to go. As one number higher than Saix, and being one of the founding members, this was allowed- they simply never assigned him there and found others to take his place. His skills with illusions could have been useful, but it was in fact allowed. Less efficient, maybe, but that was one place Zexion apparently prized... whatever his reasoning was over effiency and order.
Privately, of course, Demyx wondered why, and he and Axel had come up with approximately 15 crackpot theories ranging from that a werewolf had sexually assaulted him once, that the state of their books made him ill, that Jack had tried to use him as a decoration, and even that the strange plants made him want to act like a stripper (which may or may not have been Demyx's personal favorite if only for the following imagery).
But Zexion was far, far too scary and unapproachable to actually ask. Not to mention there wasn't... really a good way to broach the subject.
"Hey Zexion, did a werewolf badtouch you in Halloweentown or something?"
...
Yeah, Demyx thought not.
Regardless, the Nocturne had resigned himself to his stripper theories, never to find out the real reason. Until one day, that was.
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Apparently even Saix was on a mission today, since the Schemer immediately beckoned him over. Demyx's stomach did a few flip-flops and he had to blink at least five times and swallow at least three before he summoned up the courage to heed that curt gesture.
"You're with me today," Zexion said before Demyx had even stopped walking. The blonde swore his guts would become professional gymnasts at this rate. He smiled his usual nervous grin and tried for a smooth laugh, but it came out more of a... squeaky lame whimpery giggle that Demyx really, really needed to work on if he was gonna get this whole suave thing across.
"O-okay." He eventually managed to squeak out, and flushed pink at the barely-concealed roll of a dark blue eye. Make that really, really, really needed to work on. "Um, where?"
Three whole words! That was progress! Right?
Right.
Zexion wasn't answering.
That wasn't right.
Zexion looked a little bit annoyed, too. That was, and Demyx checked himself out of habit to see which annoying thing he was doing.
Tapping hands to a beat in his head? No.
Swaying uneasily from side to side? Also no.
Grinning? Nope.
Playing with his clothes/hair/fingers/chains/sitar? Still no.
Existing? Not that either. Not breathing too loudly, no weird expressions, and there ended Demyx's usual checklist, and Zexion was still looking annoyed and uneasy.
Something was definitely not right.
"Where?" Demyx repeated with slightly narrowed eyes, looking a little more serious.
The other Nobody sighed, clearly composing himself, and answered in his usual cool, factual tone. "Halloweentown."
Demyx blinked. And blinked again. Aaand blinked a third time, just for good measure, then covered his mouth with one hand to hide the victorious grin. Oh. Hell. Yes. He finally got to see if his crackpot theories were true! Maybe it was something he'd never even thought. Maybe he'd get to prove Axel wrong. Oh, it would be sweet to see the redhead gape as Demyx stunned him into-- was that a portal where Zexion had been--
"Zexion! Wait up! You haven't even told me why we're going!"
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The Nocturne sat up with a groan, rubbing grave slime off his face and spitting the stuff out of his mouth.
"Oooow. Zexion? Where are you?"
There wasn't an immediate answer. Demyx looked around as soon as he'd cleared the dirt from his eyes, and frowned even more when he saw no scowling figure glaring at him from one visible eye.
There was an old witch prowling after a cat by the fence, a vampire digging into the dirt in front of a grave, and a ghost with weird white arms floating out from--
...that wasn't a ghost. Demyx rubbed his eyes one more time, to really free them of dirt, and looked again.
It was definitely white, like most of the ghosts here. It looked pissed off, like most of the ghosts here.
But he would recognize that hair anywhere, even if the usually-obvious cold blue gaze was averted to stare at something unseen off to the side.
That was Zexion. Clad entirely in a white robe. And the little things Demyx had thought were misplaced, misshapen arms?
Were cute. white. little. angel wings. Complete with feathers and little silvery sparkles that became apparent when Zexion shifted slightly to glare at Demyx before he could comment.
The Schemer's voice was colder than usual as he rattled off the objective and approximate time the mission would take, as well as a list of things Vexen needed from the marketplace in town which he and Demyx were to fetch as an extra side-mission of sorts.
And the blonde would have been paying attention. He really would have. Honestly. It was just that-- Zexion's Halloweentown costume, meant to be scary and make them blend in, was an angel! A cute little sparkly angel with feathery white wings and granted, an angel glaring at you was kind of scary but the effect was ruined by the dusting of pink on pale cheeks and the pouting posture brought about by Zexion's self-conciously crossed arms.
The overall effect was.... adorable, in a word, and OMFG-cutest-thing-he'd-ever-seen-ever in several.
"Demyx."
The blonde snapped to attention, but the hand was back over his mouth.
"Can we please begin?"
....Demyx nodded, though he really wasn't sure what they were beginning (again, would have been paying attention but Zexion was an angel with wings and sparkles), and followed Zexion through the graveyard out into the town. Apparently they were checking up on some larger-than-average Heartless which had appeared here to report back to the Superior. Demyx was there for the part afterwards, because he knew the market the best, and Zexion because they hadn't had anyone else and Demyx would have gotten lost or swindled or kidnapped or distracted by a ghost puppy or.... something.
They had only just made it to town when Zexion whirled on his heel (white little slippered heel, to go with the gown Demyx guessed, oh Kingdom Hearts was that cute) to pin Demyx with possibly the scariest glare he'd ever seen on a fuzzy fluffy angel.
"Nine," Oh, he'd reverted to numbers, that wasn't good, "Please answer just one simple question."
Okay, so he was cute as an angel but that was still terrifying. Demyx shrunk back, nodding as he gulped in more-than-slight fear. "Y-yeah, sure."
"Tell me why, exactly, you have been grinning like a maniac this entire time."
Demyx couldn't answer. He was laughing too hard.
Because when Zexion had moved, the light from the town had revealed a little glowing halo perched just above his head.
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I love you.
I feel I cannot say more for about half an hour while I flail o.o
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