Cthulhu Campfire, Late Wednesday Night
Rather than buying candles or another form of lighting, Demyx had just lit the campfire. You wouldn't think that a water-type would be any good with lighting fires, but he'd learned a few things from Axel. And Axel had really been the one to know such things.
He had his sitar with him, absently playing nonsensical notes while staring into the flames. There was something fascinating about fire. Such a destructive force, but it could be contained by things that were hard to burn.
There was a deep thought in there, somewhere.
((open, as campfires tend to be! cthulhu-ites and otherwise ^^))
He had his sitar with him, absently playing nonsensical notes while staring into the flames. There was something fascinating about fire. Such a destructive force, but it could be contained by things that were hard to burn.
There was a deep thought in there, somewhere.
((open, as campfires tend to be! cthulhu-ites and otherwise ^^))