I love when my partners remember small things about my character that came up in a thread, like a favorite flavor or scent. It makes me smile that they pay attention to something so small that means so much.
This is an ask blog, as well. As in, come into my askbox, anon or not, and talk to my character. I am always open for conversation.
send me a ● for a turn-on,
send me a ○ for a turn-off,
send me a ◑ for a GUILTY turn-on,
send me a ◐ for something that’s only a turn on if CERTAIN people were to do it or only on CERTAIN occasions.
Demyx sighed as the man disappeared. All he could do was try to memorize what he had looked like, hoping to meet him under better circumstances another time.
The redhead sighed, pulling up his hood once a bit more, covering his face. He grabbed the painter by his upper arm, dragging him outside again. ‘This is not a safe place. Let alone for a humble painter like yourself.’ He gave him the pamflet, and let him go. ‘Walk with me, senor.’ He said, before walking off.
Demyx shook his arm loose from the assassin, frowning. “I need the money. Those stronzi guards stole everything.” He said, huffing before accepting the pamphlet. There were more high ranked, but also some easier tasks on it and he folded it neatly into a pocket before gazing at the redhead again. “Who are you anyway?”
//Aight, off for tonight and FINALLY did drafts!! :D Will do the remaining 18 out of 36 tomorrow x3 Had everything in queue and all but one have already posted too XD Good night everybody!! <3
- I don’t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing.
my 10 favourite Disney movies:
5. Treasure Planet
” Soo…whip cream or chocolate? ” xD
"Mm, I think you would look better with whip cream, but why does it have to be an or?"
(Dem-wife, go to bed. *kissus*)
"R-Right… It doesn’t have to be…" He blushed slightly, the prospect of a new little play seemed quite appealing at the moment. Ah, this was Marluxia after all. The other would undoubtedly use both and clean him right up. The thought sent a shiver down his spine… "You wouldn’t happen to have any around, would you…~?" He asked, smirking slightly.
"Exactly." He purred, rather pleased that Demyx always was so willing to go with what ever the roset had thought of up in his boredom. The blond would look and taste lovely after all, and it was not as if he did not already have a habit of cleaning the boy up. It would just be another twist. Marluxia licked his top lip before speaking, holding out a hand for him, "Kitchen, come along." He responded, smirking right back at him.
Demyx nodded, his smirk still active, although with a much shyer shine to it as he took Marluxia’s hand. Oh boy, this would be a night to remember… Again~ After all, most nights in which they shared their bed was a night to remember~
He knocked on the blond's door softly before simply entering Demyx's room, wearing a suit and holding a bouquet of nearly a dozen roses along with a rather red teddy bear which he had put an eye patch on. "I've come to pick you up, kitten."
Demyx, who was still struggling with his blouse because he had been too nervous to start any sooner, whirled around. “H-Hye Marluxia, I euhm… Hi…” He stammered, fumbling uselessly with the buttons. He was wearing simple black trousers accompanied by a white blouse. It was simple but charming, that is, if he managed to close the buttons properly…
Marluxia purred lightly, beyond pleased that Demyx had enjoyed his gifts. He ‘felt’ honestly happy right then, but the musician always had been one of the few capable of making him express genuine emotion. He almost found himself whimpering when the other let go, fingers slowly releasing his clothing, but his smile did help.
The gift was beautiful, and Marluxia could hardly believe it; he was so used to people getting him cut flowers. Giving him gifts of his element that he could keep alive, but anyone normal could not for too long. But Demyx had given him something potted, something genuinely alive. And he could hardly stop himself from wrapping his arms tight around the blond’s neck and crying into his shoulder, he probably would have but such a thing would disturb the plant. So instead he accepted it with a soft smile, fingers wrapping around the pot and holding it close to his chest. “Thank you.” He whispered, voice so close to breaking, and if he said anymore it most likely would.
Nothing went past the blond at this point, especially the crack in Marluxia’s voice. He worriedly set a step forward, placing a hand on the other’s shoulder which was accompanied by a look of concern. “Are you alright, Marluxia…?” He asked, not comprehending it was joy which had overtaken the pinket, not sadness. Yet he didn’t allow himself to ramble on over the worst case scenario and instead waited for a reply patiently.
Marluxia shifted the pot more to his elbow to free a hand to rest over Demyx’s on his shoulder. The kid might have been an idiot in some instances, but he understood emotion, he understood what actually mattered. “Yes, I- yes.” He doubted the blond would judge him for crying, but it would still be too much to show him. Too much false emotion which was so real, because he knew happiness, and he hated how they were forced to act brainwashed just to live.
"Are you sure?" He asked, caressing Marluxia’s cheek. The other’s overwhelmed reaction was something Demyx was new to seeing, had he perhaps… Made Marluxia this happy instead? It was a possibility, although it seemed odd to him. Demyx slowly moved closer, envelloping the pinkette in a hug, as much as it was possible with the plant still in his hand.