Something felt wrong ( Read more... )

It was a nice day, so Demyx was taking advantage of that. He had his sitar, a place to play, and a sunny day. Really, what more could a guy ask for?

Resolutely pushing his feelings of impending doom off to a dark corner of his mind, the Nobody just focused on the music, seeing what sort of things the new Greek air inspired.

(up now since I'm at ( Read more... )

Demyx had never really paid much attention to the date. It had completely escaped his notice, until Kerrigan had mentioned that it had been the next-to-last class this week ( Read more... )

Demyx was still shaking when he made it back to his room. The day had been eventful, to be sure, and now the nervous energy needed to be expended somehow ( Read more... )

It was probably a good thing Demyx hadn't had classes today. He hadn't been directly affected by the personality-warping weekend, but the indirect effects were more than enough ( Read more... )

Demyx might have been moping. Maybe. Just a little bit. Even if he'd swear he wasn't ( Read more... )

Demyx had no idea there was anything out of the ordinary going on today. He'd been blessedly skipped by the Fandom wacky because otherwise he would have been the King of Emo, and, well, no, and was just chilling in his room ( Read more... )

Demyx had the stereo on and his door open, spazdancing. Spazdancing involved lots of air-guitar, jumping (on the beds and on the floor), and just generally looking stupid while moving in time to music.

What? It was fun.

(So, so open. I blame my incoherancy. Ahahahaha!)

...So I was planning to do this a couple weeks ago. Funny how moving makes most all intentions go POOF!, huh ( Read more... )

The portal reopened in Demyx's room almost a week after he'd disappeared. Really, excursions to go get new sitar strings shouldn't take that long ( Read more... )