{ Complete, Closed }
Characters: Vexen { chilli_academic} and Zexion {vi_manipulator }
Date/Time: Sunday evening.
Location: Demyx and Zexion's Apartment {AIM Chat~ }
Rating: G - For now ee;
Summary: The search for Demyx continues.
Vexen: “ Zexion! Zexion!” Vexen rushed through the apartment door, failing the mail around in his hand as he had already been stalking around the apartment and the building for the blonde. “ Where’s is Demyx?” The tone in his voice came out a little impatient as he slid the mail across the table, looking around for the shorter slate haired man. “ Zexion!?”
Zexion: Frowns as he felt his body clench to the others holler voice coming through the apartment, slowly taking his eyes off the book. Oddly, he knew having the elder stay here was a one the many bad ideas that swirled in his head, slowly closing the book slowly and putting the bookmark in it. “Vexen..” Mutters under his breath, removing the glasses off the bridge of his nose and pushing up off the bed to push the double doors open, thinking his presence may quiet the other down.
Vexen: “ ZExii-” Stops watching the other come out, stalking over to and look over him into the room. “ Where is Demyx? There is things that have to be done!” Vexen had figure Zexion would’ve been alone in there, he, himself, had not seen the perky head blond in awhile but Zexion did not seem to speak a word of it even though he should. Vexen knew it should not been none of his business but he STILL disapproved of Zexion being engaged to that fool. He wondered why Zexion could not see the missing pieces that the slate hair man always seemed to be picking up while Demyx seemed to be out doing who knows what.
Zexion: Zexion leaned back a bit as Vexen came up to stand in front of him, lifting a brow, knowing that Vexen had a thing for catching Demyx for some unknown reason. Moving out of the door way, he shut them and leaned against the bedroom doors pushing the other back with his presence. “…Demyx is..Aa..I guess he’s out. Maybe he’s trying to escape you. I don’t know where he is. “ Gives a shrug of his shoulders, as to him, it wasn’t much of his business to where his lover fled off to during the evening hours. Though, he could name off some starter places that he preferred not to give out freely to the hounding elder. “ What could there be to do? Urgh..You got our mail again..”
Vexen: He moved when the other did, giving the shorter male room and eagerly watching for his next move. Vexen did not like how Zexion always rounded about his words and how he had to put effort in to get anything out of him. “Zexion…You are his husband to-be”, Vexen hissed at the words almost, “ You should know. He should be telling you. And don‘t say he could ‘message‘ you on the electronic device-thing..Because he probably turns it off when he‘s with other men.” He made hand motions while talking to Zexion before looking over to the table as the mail was mentioned. “ Yes. Things that bubble head of a ‘lover’ you have should be doing. Being here..With you on your day off.” Prods a slender finger into the younger mans chest trying to forward his point and hope the other would get it through his mind.
Zexion: Zexion pushed off the doors he leaned on and moved around the elder to check out the envelopes as the blonde jabbered on his wrong doings with Demyx. “ You know, in his defense, he probably does at times..Don’t quote me on it ‘cause I don’t know, but he may tell me when I’m sleeping.” Smirks, knowing how well that would not go over with the blonde, waving an envelope as he looked at the one under it. “ If Demyx wanted me to know, he’d leave me a note..When I see none, I suspect that he doesn’t and that he is safe. I don’t know what you can’t seem to get the point off. Vexen we are not living in your age’s where the spouse was chained to the dominant side. Demyx is not my pet, he knows how I feel about the things he does but I am not going to stop him from doing it.” Zexion paused as he opened the envelope up to look over the bill and tare up the junk. “ It seems that you can not process change, what you do not like you try and push it onto others. We go through this every time..You can not admit that Demyx has grown into a fine man and it sounds like , how you keep pursuing the topic, you are a little jealous.”
Vexen: He watched Zexion’s every movement, moving to sit at the table noticing the confident in Zexion’s voice before all the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and bits of blonde hair on top of his head, from the jealous statement. JEALOUS!? Vexen never got jealous; how DARE Zexion even suggest something of his nature! He was appalled and insulted in as many ways possible. “Of what! That Blond is a fool! A FOOL I say!” It was like everything else that Zexion had bought up went out the other ear but the word’ jealousy stuck in his head, pounding.
Zexion: " Oh calm down Vexen..I just don't want you hounding Demyx. I doubt he likes it either and he will tell me if you are doing it. I did not let you in here so you could study us. You are a guest, for a couple days." He lifted steel hues off the white paper before folding it back up and moving to put in a file to be payed later. " Now, what were you exactly looking for, that you made suck a ruckus? It is my day off and I will not spend it listening to you whine about Demyx and if its not important then I have people to see and places to go." Zexion's eyes lifted to the clock before starting to collect some of his things off the table, waitign for a response.
Vexen: " Well I never..." Vexen frowned at the slurr of disrespect he was getting from Zexion even wehn the slate haired man was defending the blonde's morale. Though, Zexion was right, he was a guest in their home but he ould not admit that. He still carried superiority in age between the two even if Zexion always carried an older tone in his voice and came out more mature. In a way, Vexen did want to speak with Demyx and fill in some blank questions he had that he rather Zexion not answer even though he was sure if he asked the toher, he would. With the thought, Vexen sucked back his frustration Zexion was putting him under and calme dhis tone. " I'm like to talk to him in a civil manner..Of course.. I have not seen him sence I've moved here and I'd suspect living in the same commoners bulidng I'd see him more..Since he stays home..Like you stated."
Zexion: "Well...Yelling is only going to scare him off, why don't you leave him a note? If you're lucky, he may stay around just to see you..Alone. I don't think he'd need me there if this is going to be 'civil'." Zexion blinked abit as he slid hisphone in his pocket and went in search for his wallet. " I'd tell him for you, but as you see, I have not seen my Love around. I've been meaning to speak with him too, so if you do end up finding him tell him for me." He disappeared into the bedroom for a moment to glance through a pair of pants on the floor and pulling his wallet from them.
Vexen: Vexen blinked at the other's suggestion and took it into consideration. He knew Zexion always came up with brillant ideas but Vexen would rather grab Demyx by the back of the neck and make him stay. The thought of not even Zexion seeing him, made Demyx even more suspicious in his mind but he would do that for Zexion. " Aa..Alright. I think I'll do that then and pass on your message." Vexen knew he could add onto that sugegstion to and the ideas just swirled as he watched Zexion search around with helping.
Zexion: " Good.Good." Zexion mutter as he made sure he had everything befor emoving to the front door. " If you leave, make sure you lock up. I'll be back soon, I just ahve to do some shopping for Dinner and meet up with someone. Try not to touch any chemicals...Unitl Demyx gets home." Wrinkles his nose and slids on his coat before grabbing the keys and moving out the door.