Crack pairing-in need of plot.
I was having a conversation over the dynamics between Demyx and Saix in
Fifteen was easy. Even thirty. Fifty was pushing it. At fifty-seven Demyx was sweating, biting his tongue, fingers virtually dancing across the slippery strings.
C’mon, c’mon… I can do 60, no problem, personal record, just a few more…
He was surrounded by fifty-nine whirling and swaying water-clones when they all suddenly twisted, jerked sharply to his left and collapsed into sad little puddles.
“Aww, man!”
He turned to give the intruder a wounded glare.
“You didn’t have to do that, Saïx! I just needed one more to... Personal record... Oh, never mind.”
Whining at Saïx never helped. Hell, not even solid arguments ever helped.
Seven was one of those few that could just step in and override his control over his element - which by the way wasn’t in any way fair. Back when Vexen was around, the scientist had only ever tampered with his water when faced with the prospect of getting wet, but he had a sneaking suspicious Saïx did it because it amused him.
Saïx was a bit of a bastard, really.
“How many..?” Saïx asked in his most disinterested, lifeless tone, sweeping his gaze across the rapidly drying puddles on the balcony.
Demyx sighed and dismissed his sitar, flexing his fingers.
“Fifty-nine.”
Saïx just nodded.
“Good. You are improving. Can they all fight?”
He beamed with the unexpected rare praise.
“Technically, yeah… But the more they are, the harder they are to control. I figured, though, since they break pretty easily quantity might beat quality, you know? I’m sure I can do eighty in no time. That should knock anyone off their feet. Er. Except you, I guess.”
Saïx shrugged minutely.
“Possibly a good strategy. You should keep practicing.”
The man suddenly smirked, and while his usual expressionless face was creepy enough, Demyx had to admit to himself the smirk was much worse.
“I might even decide to drop by to help you. Maybe with enough practice you can even learn to withstand any little tidal... distractions. It might help you focus.”
“Eh-heh, yeah. Right. Maybe. Thanks. Uhm. Did you want anything special?”
Saïx nodded, all business again.
“A meeting. We should hurry.”
Nodding eagerly, Demyx fell into step with the berserker.
“Oh, good! Maybe I’ll finally get a proper mission. I’m getting real sick of just running errands. Ah. Not that there’s anything wrong with running errands! You know. Calling people to meetings and such. Er. Yeah.”
Catching the warning gleam in Saïx eyes, Demyx slumped his shoulders and walked the rest of the way in dutiful silence.
And we confessed that SaiDem has the potential of being very interesting. Between the confliction of their personalities and the compatible element-play, I think it would be really cool to write.
Problem is, I don't have any good plot ideas, so I was wondering if anyone here could give me one. I'd really like to try working with these two for a bit, and see where it goes.
...and I swear on pain of fading that I will not defame Demyx or turn Saix into a puppy, weakling, idiot, or a rapist (well, I mean, I imagine that he can be a rapist and still be in character, but it's more that I'm sick of seeing Demyx raped all the time. Srsly.) You can trust these guys with me. I like things IC.