Light Theme batch / Demyx
I hope it's alright... I completed all of them, they're all 150 words and, well, here they are. Titles, Pairing/Chars and Rating is included in the cuts.
Author: okami_hu
Claim: Demyx
Theme Set: Light
Theme: 1-13+
Disclaimer: Squeenix ownz. But the drabbles are mine.
1. Master - Paying the Dues
"Kneel."
Demyx lowers himself on the ground, eyes half-lidded, smile sultry. He loves this.
"Strip."
He tugs off his gloves and pulls the zipper down on the coat. Squirming a little, he gets out of the boots and looses the pants as well - he’s not wearing anything underneath it, he’s not used to that.
Another glove joins the pile on the ground and a bare, elegant hand caresses Demyx’s face. He lifts his head and leans into the touch. No need to be ashamed. The man gave him shelter, and a chance to become whole again. Demyx owes him a lot, and he’s willing to pay.
Two fingers trace the musician’s lips. "Open up."
The pink lips part and Demyx licks and sucks shamelessly. The other’s eyes are blazing.
"Do it."
Demyx rises and brushes a hand teasingly against his own flesh.
"Yes, Superior," he nods obediently and steps closer.
2. Freedom - Damn Best Thing
The tail is a bright, iridescent blue-green, scales shimmering in the sunlight filtering through the water. The very end of it is transparent, a dazzling mixture of the many shades of indigo with red-orange edge. All in all, it suits Demyx, who loves to be in the spotlight, stealing the scene.
Xigbar observes his own lower body morosely, poking at the orca tail replacing his legs. He looks up when he hears the musician’s voice; and he has to fight against smiling at the scene.
Demyx laughs like a maniac as he swims around with top speed, diving deep and rising high, round and round in elaborated spirals with closed eyes and arms spread out in wild abandon. He’s drunk with the feel of freedom and is obviously in love with Atlantica - and Xigbar can’t help but wonder if it is a new thing, or merely an old one, rediscovered.
3. Valor - Mercy Killing
The Berserker's howl echoes through the castle. The full moon shines in an angry red and Saix's voice carries pain; for this once, his patron’s light hurts him.
Axel and Lexaeus are leaning on the railing; underneath them, a ferocious beast is circling the airy chamber like a trapped animal, occasionally lashing out his anger at the pillars and walls. His touch leaves red marks on them, his claws are long broken but his mind is too clouded to notice.
The Silent Hero finally sighs and lifts his weapon; Saix must be stopped before he hurts himself. Axel shrugs.
And in this moment, a slender figure brushes past them. Water drops dance in the reddish light and an instrument appears. Lexaeus's eyes widen and Axel grabs after the musician with a panicked gasp but it's too late. There's a soft, compassionate smile on Demyx's lips and he starts to play.
4. Wisdom - The Simple Mind
The Chilly Academic looked up from his experiment, mildly annoyed. "Yes, IX?"
Demy shuffled on his feet. "Umm, Vexen, when somebody becomes a Heartless or a Nobody, what happens with the heart?"
The scientist’s brow rose. Why, the kid was capable to do some thinking sometimes, interesting.
"The heart becomes enclosed into the Heartless of course."
"And how can one get the heart out of the Heartless?"
Vexen straightened with a thoughtful look and tapped his chin. "According to my examinations, a KeyBlade is able to free the heart, so it can return to Kingdom Hearts."
"Wow," Demyx said quietly. "Xemnas is really a genius."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, whatever he wants to do to conquer Kingdom Hearts, it’ll surely wipe out all the Heartless as well. Otherwise, how could we get our hearts back?" Demyx smiled and left.
The scientist gripped the edge of the table tightly.
5. Heroism - For My Friends
He was not a fighter - why did they send him?
He had confronted the kid before and he failed big time. Demyx had no illusions. He was not a hero, the other was. Come on, the brat was the damn KeyBlade wielder...! Demyx remembered what a great warrior Roxas had been - and Sora was just as good. The musician had a slim chance to win the upcoming battle.
But being brave didn’t mean you were not afraid. Demyx could feel the cold, bone-like fingers of fear close around his supposedly nonexistent heart. He didn’t want to die, he wanted to be the winner, the hero, to return gloriously to the Organization with Number Thirteen... He had to try it. For to prove he was not just a worthless freeloader. For Axel, who still yearned for his friend, no matter how stubbornly he denied it. For Roxas, who was still there... somewhere.
6. Mystery - The Art of Seduction
The young schemer was eyeing the sitar player for a while then decided to get him into his bed. So one day, he stalked up to him, listened to his song then gave him a short applause topped with a smile before vanishing from sight.
The next time, Demyx played and his song was about the shadow on the hot summer day. Then, about the wolves, proud and free, sniffing the wind for a prey. Then, about the value of knowledge, the brilliance of the mind. He had this annoying tendency to make music which conjured up vivid images in one’s head.
The next thing Zexion knew was that the song told about love and lust, and it called out to him, beckoned to him, and he went.
"Will you have me?" Demyx asked, and Zexion nodded, though deep inside he had to admit that he was the one seduced.
7. Hope - Nine's Meaning
He’s like a refreshing spring shower on the loose - Demyx comes, does something unexpected which leaves the rest of the Organization gaping, grinning, or at occasions, screaming bloody murder but whatever occurs, Demyx is the one who avoids punishment the easiest way, with smooth tongue, remarkable skills and trickery which even makes Axel nod appreciatively.
He has no heart, of course he hasn’t but he surely acts as if he had one. He displays a surprisingly wide range of emotions, sorrow, worry, compassion, love and hate. As if the world was a stage and he’d be an actor in the limelight, he responds to every situation intensely. His music is moving, his laughter is cheerful, he dances like a butterfly - others recall their memories of the times they still had their hearts much easier in his near. They suppose, that’s why the Superior keeps him around: because Demyx is hope.
8. Friendship - Gentle Nudging
"Bullshit!" Axel fumes, letting a little flame dance on his palm as a wordless warning.
"Ah, come on," Demyx laughs. "It’s not a crime to admit. When did you last listen to what they say anyway? No hearts blah-blah-blah. Axel," his blue-green gaze softens and he touches the fire-wielder’s shoulder. "I’m your friend. And I see what I see."
Axel makes faces. "I’m a Nobody. I don’t have a heart to feel anything, got it memorized?"
"You know very well what I think-"
Suddenly, Roxas shows up and he walks past them, not even sparing a glance to the pair. Axel’s eyes are following him, his head turns and his attention is obviously on the boy and not the conversation. Demyx rolls his eyes. When the boy disappears, he clears his throat. "Not interested…?"
Axel glares. Then, he grins and ruffles the blond hair. "Okay, you got me this time."
9. Music - The Most Important Thing
Music.
It flows through him like a stream, merrily and lively; it fuels him with endless energy and that obstinacy he needs to not give in and turn into a mean old Nobody.
It washes him clean of doubt, pouring down like the rain. It calms him when he feels troubled, and lulls him into sleep, conjuring up dreams from the past when he still walked in sunlight and after the rain, there was rainbow.
It makes him think, as he lets the melody to engulf him like the coolness of a pond. He floats in it and concentrates on important things and the new ideas, realizations surface in his mind like bubbles.
Sometimes Demyx sits in a window, playing his beloved sitar and he can feel the music filling the gap in his chest where his heart used to be. Without music... he would be a mere Heartless now.
10. Generosity - Sea-salt Ice Cream
Being practically locked up in the basement, no matter how said basement was light and comfortable and even warmer than the rest of the castle, Demyx assumed, Namine would be delighted if he visited her with a little gift.
"What’s that?" the little girl, pale and soft as a flower looked up at the musician, blue eyes wide.
"It’s sea-salt ice cream," Demyx explained.
Just as they were about to devour their sweets, a dark portal opened, and Roxas stepped out. He nodded to both of them then tilted his head to the side.
"What’s that...?"
Demyx glanced down at the shockingly blue ice in his hand then handed it out to the boy. "It’s sea-salt ice cream! Try it, you’ll like it."
The musician had a penchant for it, too, but as he watched the kids - Namine’s smile and Roxas’s eyes softening - he decided that it was worth to be generous.
11. Beauty - Port Royal Reel
He’s dancing, and he’s beautiful like that.
Luxord stares at the kid thought he was the one who dressed him like this. Demyx wanted to go with him to Port Royal, and when not on a mission, Luxord likes to look more conventional. So Demyx has frilly shirt and buckle shoes on, like a young noble. His attitude is more like a pirate’s, though. Would a noble ever dance on top of a table? Hardly.
Demyx laughs and sings with the others, spinning the wench around, who was brave enough to join him. He never misses a beat and he deliberately seeks out Luxord’s gaze, giving him a smile which is downright irresistible.
The gambler growls and when Demyx hops off the table, he finds himself in his companion’s arms.
"Are you this skilled in every dance?"
"Care to find out?" Demyx asks back and his eyes shine like aquamarines.
12. Love - Sweet Little Nothings
Love is a feeling, isn’t it?
Demyx knows he loves many things. He loves how the water feels on his naked skin, how it cradles him gently. He loves music may the tune be merry or sad, and he holds his sitar dear as well.
He loves Axel, too, in a strange, on-and-off way; they often quarrel but they can have wonderful time together as well, despite being opposites because they can be wild and reckless both, like wildfire and the sea.
Demyx would claim any time he likes the kids as well, the pale Namine, and Roxas with the impossibly blue eyes. He brings them sea-salt ice cream and feels delighted when they say thanks.
But how could you love without a heart…?
Sometimes, Demyx feels a little flutter in his chest, like a tiny butterfly’s wing. But he keeps absolutely silent about it.
Because he loves the feeling.
13. Destiny - The Last Battlesong
They were everywhere, the small, black creatures with the glowing eyes - the Underworld’s demons. There were many of them and they were vicious.
The city was in panic, the soldiers were in disarray - how do you fight with demons? He saw a lot of them fall, simply because they were too frozen from panic to raise their swords.
He took cover, hands shaking in fear while the rest was fleeing; screaming, crying, cursing, loud prayers grated his ears. His friends were in the mob somewhere, just like his family.
He knew that they will die. The knowledge made him stronger, made him take a fallen sword and launch forward, singing, accepting destiny. His voice rose and people heard it. They listened and soon they picked up their weapons and opposed the demons, singing his song, drawing courage from it.
He died there, on the streets of the city he was named after.
13+ Light - Good Morning
"Hear the sounds of the spring
hope a new age's coming
Mother Nature bless you
raise your head, good morning."
Demyx stood on the hill, face turned toward the rising sun. He used to come here sometimes, to witness the dawn’s spectacular colors, to feel the air heating up slowly; to refresh his memories that they will never leave. He needed them to keep going, to not give up. He was singing an old song, melodious voice rising and lowering easily, like a bird in the air.
"Mother Nature bless you
though our trials are growing
Wonder how long she can
forgive us, good morning."
His blue eyes fluttered shut as he couldn’t take the bright rays anymore, and a smile spread out on his lips. The light surrounded him, warmed him up, caressing his face like a lover.
Every night, even the darkest, coldest one has a dawning day.
Lyrics used in the last drabble: "Good Morning" by Yellow Rebel
Author: okami_hu
Claim: Demyx
Theme Set: Light
Theme: 1-13+
Disclaimer: Squeenix ownz. But the drabbles are mine.
1. Master - Paying the Dues
"Kneel."
Demyx lowers himself on the ground, eyes half-lidded, smile sultry. He loves this.
"Strip."
He tugs off his gloves and pulls the zipper down on the coat. Squirming a little, he gets out of the boots and looses the pants as well - he’s not wearing anything underneath it, he’s not used to that.
Another glove joins the pile on the ground and a bare, elegant hand caresses Demyx’s face. He lifts his head and leans into the touch. No need to be ashamed. The man gave him shelter, and a chance to become whole again. Demyx owes him a lot, and he’s willing to pay.
Two fingers trace the musician’s lips. "Open up."
The pink lips part and Demyx licks and sucks shamelessly. The other’s eyes are blazing.
"Do it."
Demyx rises and brushes a hand teasingly against his own flesh.
"Yes, Superior," he nods obediently and steps closer.
2. Freedom - Damn Best Thing
The tail is a bright, iridescent blue-green, scales shimmering in the sunlight filtering through the water. The very end of it is transparent, a dazzling mixture of the many shades of indigo with red-orange edge. All in all, it suits Demyx, who loves to be in the spotlight, stealing the scene.
Xigbar observes his own lower body morosely, poking at the orca tail replacing his legs. He looks up when he hears the musician’s voice; and he has to fight against smiling at the scene.
Demyx laughs like a maniac as he swims around with top speed, diving deep and rising high, round and round in elaborated spirals with closed eyes and arms spread out in wild abandon. He’s drunk with the feel of freedom and is obviously in love with Atlantica - and Xigbar can’t help but wonder if it is a new thing, or merely an old one, rediscovered.
3. Valor - Mercy Killing
The Berserker's howl echoes through the castle. The full moon shines in an angry red and Saix's voice carries pain; for this once, his patron’s light hurts him.
Axel and Lexaeus are leaning on the railing; underneath them, a ferocious beast is circling the airy chamber like a trapped animal, occasionally lashing out his anger at the pillars and walls. His touch leaves red marks on them, his claws are long broken but his mind is too clouded to notice.
The Silent Hero finally sighs and lifts his weapon; Saix must be stopped before he hurts himself. Axel shrugs.
And in this moment, a slender figure brushes past them. Water drops dance in the reddish light and an instrument appears. Lexaeus's eyes widen and Axel grabs after the musician with a panicked gasp but it's too late. There's a soft, compassionate smile on Demyx's lips and he starts to play.
4. Wisdom - The Simple Mind
The Chilly Academic looked up from his experiment, mildly annoyed. "Yes, IX?"
Demy shuffled on his feet. "Umm, Vexen, when somebody becomes a Heartless or a Nobody, what happens with the heart?"
The scientist’s brow rose. Why, the kid was capable to do some thinking sometimes, interesting.
"The heart becomes enclosed into the Heartless of course."
"And how can one get the heart out of the Heartless?"
Vexen straightened with a thoughtful look and tapped his chin. "According to my examinations, a KeyBlade is able to free the heart, so it can return to Kingdom Hearts."
"Wow," Demyx said quietly. "Xemnas is really a genius."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, whatever he wants to do to conquer Kingdom Hearts, it’ll surely wipe out all the Heartless as well. Otherwise, how could we get our hearts back?" Demyx smiled and left.
The scientist gripped the edge of the table tightly.
5. Heroism - For My Friends
He was not a fighter - why did they send him?
He had confronted the kid before and he failed big time. Demyx had no illusions. He was not a hero, the other was. Come on, the brat was the damn KeyBlade wielder...! Demyx remembered what a great warrior Roxas had been - and Sora was just as good. The musician had a slim chance to win the upcoming battle.
But being brave didn’t mean you were not afraid. Demyx could feel the cold, bone-like fingers of fear close around his supposedly nonexistent heart. He didn’t want to die, he wanted to be the winner, the hero, to return gloriously to the Organization with Number Thirteen... He had to try it. For to prove he was not just a worthless freeloader. For Axel, who still yearned for his friend, no matter how stubbornly he denied it. For Roxas, who was still there... somewhere.
6. Mystery - The Art of Seduction
The young schemer was eyeing the sitar player for a while then decided to get him into his bed. So one day, he stalked up to him, listened to his song then gave him a short applause topped with a smile before vanishing from sight.
The next time, Demyx played and his song was about the shadow on the hot summer day. Then, about the wolves, proud and free, sniffing the wind for a prey. Then, about the value of knowledge, the brilliance of the mind. He had this annoying tendency to make music which conjured up vivid images in one’s head.
The next thing Zexion knew was that the song told about love and lust, and it called out to him, beckoned to him, and he went.
"Will you have me?" Demyx asked, and Zexion nodded, though deep inside he had to admit that he was the one seduced.
7. Hope - Nine's Meaning
He’s like a refreshing spring shower on the loose - Demyx comes, does something unexpected which leaves the rest of the Organization gaping, grinning, or at occasions, screaming bloody murder but whatever occurs, Demyx is the one who avoids punishment the easiest way, with smooth tongue, remarkable skills and trickery which even makes Axel nod appreciatively.
He has no heart, of course he hasn’t but he surely acts as if he had one. He displays a surprisingly wide range of emotions, sorrow, worry, compassion, love and hate. As if the world was a stage and he’d be an actor in the limelight, he responds to every situation intensely. His music is moving, his laughter is cheerful, he dances like a butterfly - others recall their memories of the times they still had their hearts much easier in his near. They suppose, that’s why the Superior keeps him around: because Demyx is hope.
8. Friendship - Gentle Nudging
"Bullshit!" Axel fumes, letting a little flame dance on his palm as a wordless warning.
"Ah, come on," Demyx laughs. "It’s not a crime to admit. When did you last listen to what they say anyway? No hearts blah-blah-blah. Axel," his blue-green gaze softens and he touches the fire-wielder’s shoulder. "I’m your friend. And I see what I see."
Axel makes faces. "I’m a Nobody. I don’t have a heart to feel anything, got it memorized?"
"You know very well what I think-"
Suddenly, Roxas shows up and he walks past them, not even sparing a glance to the pair. Axel’s eyes are following him, his head turns and his attention is obviously on the boy and not the conversation. Demyx rolls his eyes. When the boy disappears, he clears his throat. "Not interested…?"
Axel glares. Then, he grins and ruffles the blond hair. "Okay, you got me this time."
9. Music - The Most Important Thing
Music.
It flows through him like a stream, merrily and lively; it fuels him with endless energy and that obstinacy he needs to not give in and turn into a mean old Nobody.
It washes him clean of doubt, pouring down like the rain. It calms him when he feels troubled, and lulls him into sleep, conjuring up dreams from the past when he still walked in sunlight and after the rain, there was rainbow.
It makes him think, as he lets the melody to engulf him like the coolness of a pond. He floats in it and concentrates on important things and the new ideas, realizations surface in his mind like bubbles.
Sometimes Demyx sits in a window, playing his beloved sitar and he can feel the music filling the gap in his chest where his heart used to be. Without music... he would be a mere Heartless now.
10. Generosity - Sea-salt Ice Cream
Being practically locked up in the basement, no matter how said basement was light and comfortable and even warmer than the rest of the castle, Demyx assumed, Namine would be delighted if he visited her with a little gift.
"What’s that?" the little girl, pale and soft as a flower looked up at the musician, blue eyes wide.
"It’s sea-salt ice cream," Demyx explained.
Just as they were about to devour their sweets, a dark portal opened, and Roxas stepped out. He nodded to both of them then tilted his head to the side.
"What’s that...?"
Demyx glanced down at the shockingly blue ice in his hand then handed it out to the boy. "It’s sea-salt ice cream! Try it, you’ll like it."
The musician had a penchant for it, too, but as he watched the kids - Namine’s smile and Roxas’s eyes softening - he decided that it was worth to be generous.
11. Beauty - Port Royal Reel
He’s dancing, and he’s beautiful like that.
Luxord stares at the kid thought he was the one who dressed him like this. Demyx wanted to go with him to Port Royal, and when not on a mission, Luxord likes to look more conventional. So Demyx has frilly shirt and buckle shoes on, like a young noble. His attitude is more like a pirate’s, though. Would a noble ever dance on top of a table? Hardly.
Demyx laughs and sings with the others, spinning the wench around, who was brave enough to join him. He never misses a beat and he deliberately seeks out Luxord’s gaze, giving him a smile which is downright irresistible.
The gambler growls and when Demyx hops off the table, he finds himself in his companion’s arms.
"Are you this skilled in every dance?"
"Care to find out?" Demyx asks back and his eyes shine like aquamarines.
12. Love - Sweet Little Nothings
Love is a feeling, isn’t it?
Demyx knows he loves many things. He loves how the water feels on his naked skin, how it cradles him gently. He loves music may the tune be merry or sad, and he holds his sitar dear as well.
He loves Axel, too, in a strange, on-and-off way; they often quarrel but they can have wonderful time together as well, despite being opposites because they can be wild and reckless both, like wildfire and the sea.
Demyx would claim any time he likes the kids as well, the pale Namine, and Roxas with the impossibly blue eyes. He brings them sea-salt ice cream and feels delighted when they say thanks.
But how could you love without a heart…?
Sometimes, Demyx feels a little flutter in his chest, like a tiny butterfly’s wing. But he keeps absolutely silent about it.
Because he loves the feeling.
13. Destiny - The Last Battlesong
They were everywhere, the small, black creatures with the glowing eyes - the Underworld’s demons. There were many of them and they were vicious.
The city was in panic, the soldiers were in disarray - how do you fight with demons? He saw a lot of them fall, simply because they were too frozen from panic to raise their swords.
He took cover, hands shaking in fear while the rest was fleeing; screaming, crying, cursing, loud prayers grated his ears. His friends were in the mob somewhere, just like his family.
He knew that they will die. The knowledge made him stronger, made him take a fallen sword and launch forward, singing, accepting destiny. His voice rose and people heard it. They listened and soon they picked up their weapons and opposed the demons, singing his song, drawing courage from it.
He died there, on the streets of the city he was named after.
13+ Light - Good Morning
"Hear the sounds of the spring
hope a new age's coming
Mother Nature bless you
raise your head, good morning."
Demyx stood on the hill, face turned toward the rising sun. He used to come here sometimes, to witness the dawn’s spectacular colors, to feel the air heating up slowly; to refresh his memories that they will never leave. He needed them to keep going, to not give up. He was singing an old song, melodious voice rising and lowering easily, like a bird in the air.
"Mother Nature bless you
though our trials are growing
Wonder how long she can
forgive us, good morning."
His blue eyes fluttered shut as he couldn’t take the bright rays anymore, and a smile spread out on his lips. The light surrounded him, warmed him up, caressing his face like a lover.
Every night, even the darkest, coldest one has a dawning day.
Lyrics used in the last drabble: "Good Morning" by Yellow Rebel