Of Darkness and Light [active]

[sceadu_gemynd]

Character(s): Zexion and Cloud
Content: After his sessions with Luxord, Cloud moves on to the next phase of the experiments
Setting: xxxxx
Time: xxxxx
Warnings: Experiments and Zexion being a bastard

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[whatsajailbait]

He sat at his cell, staring blankly at the wall across him. If anyone asked, he would be hard-pressed to tell them how many bricks there were, or if there were bricks at all. After his encounter with that man earlier, Cloud been feeling... well. A multitude of things.

He tucked his head into his arms, closing his eyes as he finally tired of his activity. I wonder... if anyone's still waiting for me...? He banished that thought away, lips pursing. Even if anyone did, there was no reason to be. They'd all forget, at some point. He wasn't anyone memorable, or valuable.

When the white things came again, he let himself be pulled along, eyes lowered in resignation. It's not as if they could do more damage.

[sceadu_gemynd]

Conveniently enough, Zexion had no intentions of harming Cloud. Or at least not physically anyway. Instead, he was simply content to wait until the Dusks had strapped the boy down and disappeared before making any indication that he'd so much as seen the boy come in. After all, he'd known the minute he'd arrived, the scent of the light in him clearly noticeable even under the haze of resignation.

"Good evening," he offered after a momentary pause. There nothing in his voice to suggest that it was anything but an agreement that he recognized the other's presence, but it would at least tell him if the other was going to be interested in speaking to him.

[whatsajailbait]

He tested his bindings and, much to his lack of shock, was unable to move much. When he heard the voice speaking to him - no one else here, who else could it be? He peered up at the speaker.

"... good evening." He returned out of habit before dropping his eyes again.

[sceadu_gemynd]

Interesting, that reaction. Either Luxord had done a very thorough job, or the boy was simply naturally shy. Or some mixture of both. He'd have to look through the boy's mind to find out just which was the answer.

"I expect you know why you're here?" Again, the tone in his voice was one of polite disinterest, almost as if he didn't particularly care one way or the other about the answer he got.

[whatsajailbait]

From the set-up and how similar it was to the one before...

"Are you going to talk to me too?" Asking was futile, after all. The other one never did answer his questions. "... are you going to tell me I'm useless too?"