[closed, complete]
Characters: Demyx (sitar_rock) and Axel (burningsheets)
Date/Time: December 19, evening/night
Location: A bar :D
Rating: PG (may possibly change later)
Summary: Demyx is depressed at the thought of Zexion possibly leaving, and goes out for a drink with Axel to get his mind off it.
It had been what... a week, maybe two since Zexy had mentioned possibly leaving the city? Even though he'd been assured it wasn't for sure yet, Demyx still didn't feel particularly good about the idea. In his mind, it was his own fault; he had been busy, even without a job, and hadn't been spending much time with the other.
The vague thought that maybe he was unconsciously doing it on purpose nagged at him-- he had never been particularly great with serious commitment, and his relationship with Zexion was the longest one he'd ever really had. Was it possibly he was just getting... uncomfortable, or ansty? Nervous, maybe?
A sigh. Any way you looked at it, he wasn't good with these sort of things. Not that he didn't put his whole heart into the relationships he was in, and he did love Zexy, but maybe that wasn't enough.
"Idiot." He was normally a cheerful person, but right now it was hard to be that way; he was depressed, if he was honest with himself. Which was why he had called Axel to go out for a night of drinking. Demyx didn't normally drink much, but if there was ever a time for alchohol, this was it.
Melody rubbed at his legs, and he reached to give the cat a scratch absently. Blue eyes cast toward the door, silently willing Axel to hurry up. Of course, the redhead always did things in his own time. "Come on Axel, any time now..."
Date/Time: December 19, evening/night
Location: A bar :D
Rating: PG (may possibly change later)
Summary: Demyx is depressed at the thought of Zexion possibly leaving, and goes out for a drink with Axel to get his mind off it.
It had been what... a week, maybe two since Zexy had mentioned possibly leaving the city? Even though he'd been assured it wasn't for sure yet, Demyx still didn't feel particularly good about the idea. In his mind, it was his own fault; he had been busy, even without a job, and hadn't been spending much time with the other.
The vague thought that maybe he was unconsciously doing it on purpose nagged at him-- he had never been particularly great with serious commitment, and his relationship with Zexion was the longest one he'd ever really had. Was it possibly he was just getting... uncomfortable, or ansty? Nervous, maybe?
A sigh. Any way you looked at it, he wasn't good with these sort of things. Not that he didn't put his whole heart into the relationships he was in, and he did love Zexy, but maybe that wasn't enough.
"Idiot." He was normally a cheerful person, but right now it was hard to be that way; he was depressed, if he was honest with himself. Which was why he had called Axel to go out for a night of drinking. Demyx didn't normally drink much, but if there was ever a time for alchohol, this was it.
Melody rubbed at his legs, and he reached to give the cat a scratch absently. Blue eyes cast toward the door, silently willing Axel to hurry up. Of course, the redhead always did things in his own time. "Come on Axel, any time now..."