Room 517 - Friday Evening
Demyx was feeling pretty out of it. He sighed, flopping facedown on his bed and punching the pillow. It wasn't that he wasn't happy here at Fandom; he'd much rather be here than dead. But he felt very alone; he'd made friends here, sure, but nothing like back home.
Axel wasn't here, after all.
He forced his breathing to slow, shutting out the world and the frustration, just calming himself and settling into the meditative state he'd perfected last week. Even if it just settled his jangling nerves, that would be enough. Demyx slipped out of the 'real world' and into the dreamscape, the world of his own design that brought him peace.
The first thing he noticed out of place was the sheer amount of red.
((ooc: No interaction possible. Locked to...myself @_@))
Axel wasn't here, after all.
He forced his breathing to slow, shutting out the world and the frustration, just calming himself and settling into the meditative state he'd perfected last week. Even if it just settled his jangling nerves, that would be enough. Demyx slipped out of the 'real world' and into the dreamscape, the world of his own design that brought him peace.
The first thing he noticed out of place was the sheer amount of red.
((ooc: No interaction possible. Locked to...myself @_@))