“Not a whole whole lot,” Demyx admitted with a small shrug. “There was this one place with amazing coffee. The shopping districts were nice. There were lots of sights to see outside the city. Mountains, the ocean… I think I miss the routine more than anything else. It was… familiar, you know?” 

The other’s change in position caused his hand to brush against the other’s arm. He didn’t do anything more, but didn’t move away either. He wondered how much more he could get away with asking. “Where’d you learn to shoot?”  

Routines. Normalcy. Things that would make a life worth meaning, plugging away at each and every day. Planning for the next, even when tomorrow wasn’t promised. Mountains and an ocean. Where had he found the other again? Or had Xaldin? Eye closed trying to think back of the world that Demyx was describing, but nothing rang a bell. Too many stars had faded over the years. Too many to keep track of. Each and every day, the Realm of Darkness was taking ground on the Light. When would they actually reset that.. The breath in his lungs seemed to shallow out for a moment, debating the weight of the topic. Where’d or who from.. “My father was military.. Tossed me a cross bow when I was five.” The words seemed hollow as he said it. Dancing around the gravity that he would have rather not dredge up. He snorted instead, letting his hand raise to channel off a small ethereal bullet at the end of his finger tip that pointed out a gun. “Forced me into archery when I couldn’t lift a sword. Got tired of wasting and retrieving arrows. Figured out the free arrows instead..”  The bullet pinged off as he cocked back his thumb, zipping into a straight line, marking the ceiling with a soft ping. “Almost seems hypocritical now, coming from a world that was hell bent on ‘peace in the light’. Everyone there seemed like they where prepping for a fight.”

“Huh, I guess expectations were really different in your world,” Demyx mused. He watched with intrigued as the other did a small demonstration of his abilities. In a way, he was a little jealous of Xigbar’s abilities. Not that he didn’t think his own brand of magic wasn’t just as equally awesome. 

“My dad just wanted me to do well in school, keep going to school, then get a high paying, respectable job. You know, like a doctor or a business person, something icky or boring like that.” His dad had never once approved of him, or his life choices. From the sound of things, the freeshooter hadn’t had the coziest of relationships with his dad either. He’d unknowingly touched upon a space of common ground.  

“Hey, so you can make rifts anywhere right?” He asked, changing the topic to something more lighthearted. “Have you ever psyched out anybody with it?”

[/curls up]

[/spoons]

<3

[/groans and continues to slowly die]

[/gently covers with blanket and gives tea]

[/curls up]

[/spoons]

<3

nocturnereveni:

Xigbar snorted, eyebrows lifting as if to say point taken. Fingers let themselves slip to the crook of his neck, idly working at a knotted muscle. How really was the best way to put an act of regicide in words, without sounding like a bad guy, in all honesty?

“We happened,” he started, almost bluntly after a moment the silence got too dull. “Started experimenting under his nose on something that he thought was more taboo.. Probably was right,” he shrugged, before gold eye closed. “Experiments went wrong. The world died, we lost our Hearts before the fall out.”

“Huh...” Demyx was quiet after that, silently contemplating. The way Xig put it, it almost sounded like he was partly to blame for it. Whether or not he regretted it was harder to tell. The words were delivered matter-of-factly, like reciting out of a history book. But then, if they really did lack hearts, and guilt didn’t exist inside them... 

He rolled over onto his stomach, crawling over to place himself behind the other. It might’ve been a snug fit had they both been on their backs, but laying on their sides, he was able to maintain a little physical distance for the older man’s comfort. “Is it bad that I’m not all that sad about my world getting destroyed?” 

Because it got me here. Because i got to meet you.

“Jerk,” Demyx said though there was a grin on his face despite it. He laid back onto the bed, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. “What about you, huh?” he asked. “What were you back on your own world?” 

He’d always wondered honestly. What sort life Xigbar had lived before coming here. What sort of life any of them had lived. Were they always so cold and distant? Or was it just another side effect of becoming a Nobody? Would there come a day when he became like that, and didn’t even notice the difference? He shuddered at the thought. 

“Come on, please? I really wanna know.” 

Eye cracked open to look at the other slyly, before it closed again. Jerk? Now that was a bit harsh wasn’t it? Oh hell, who was he kidding himself. When the question slung its way back to himself, he wasn’t exactly surprised. He let out a hum, half debating on passing out right then and there to avoid the topic completely. “You wouldn’t believe me, even if I told you,” came the first answer, musing it out with a tired sigh before the man sat upright. Hand scratched at the side of his head, weaving black and silver streaks of hair behind a pointed ear lobe. “We were apprentices,studying under a king,” his voice was almost dead pan as if II was actually trying to pull the other’s leg. “Helped him run the world while he was busy researching ways of creating some utopia where there was no such thing as Darkness in his world.”

“Let’s see, I’ve lost my heart, wound up in a completely other world, got taken in by a bunch of other people who’ve also lost their hearts, started wielding magic, and seen worlds I never believe could exist.” Demyx listed the events of while counting on his fingers. “Yeah, I don’t think there’s anything I wouldn’t believe by this point.” 

He listened attentively with intrigue. Studying under a king? Sounded like a pretty interesting life. “So what happened then?” He asked. “I’m guessing things didn’t work out the way he wanted it to.” 

Also it’s a scavenger hunt type deal so he gets one clue which leads to the next clue and so on. Also there’s obstacles like booby traps and wild animals. 

He does end up getting 100,000 munny

Luxu ends up using half the money to restock his healing supplies after all is said and done.  

nocturnereveni:

No one asked or cared, because their pasts where taboo. In a sense. Most of them didn’t remember their past lives. Not for the first few months anyways. Gradually and steadily the memories came, like a fog rolling back when hit by the sun. Yet that was the problem. Memories where controlled by the Heart. Something that they shouldn’t, didn’t have. That was the lie; One that Xemnas had crafted since the beginning. Thankfully since they where human enough already, they passed them off as figments, shadows of the real things. But if the whole order figured it out… Light only knew what’d go down.

No magic? Well that honestly nailed it down to about 90% of the worlds out there. Nothing at least rang any bells, seeing IX’s world had already been mostly destroyed when they had found him. Still, an artists. Gold eye would of rolled if he wasn’t faking being asleep. One who created, not destroyed. “Sounds tiring,” Xigbar started easily, before his eye fell to a slit, letting his brow quirk. “Were you any good?”

“No, school was tiring. Composing music and writing lyrics was my calling.” 

Or at least that’s what he had believed. Apparently, as fate had it, his calling was to function within an organization comprised mostly of guys who didn’t know how to have fun. Sure, yeah, the main goal was to build Kingdom Hearts and they’d get their hearts back somehow. He’d heard the speech enough times he sometimes had dreams of falling asleep to it. 

Demyx would have been more motivated if... well, if his life hadn’t sucked before coming here. Granted, it wasn’t a huge step up, considering he got bossed around on a daily basis but, at least now he had cool powers and a following of minions at his beck and call. 

When Xigbar asked if he was good, he nudged the other with his elbow and said, “Maybe I’ll perform for you sometime and let you decide that.” 

nocturnereveni:

“Or just go on giving X-face a run for his munny. Both is good.” The quip of a smirk lingered on his face before he shrugged absently and rolled slightly. Funny that. II’s eye was already shut, but from the tone of the other’s voice he wasn’t ready to leave yet. Not prodding, just expecting what else? Fingers rolled, letting the question pause between them “So if you’re not a fighter, what are you?” Xigbar started, letting out a low hum. “What where you before all of this?”

The blonde gave a laugh in response to the other’s comment. As the silence stretched on he readied himself to stand up. He almost did. In fact he was half way through the motion when Xigbar shot off his question. Demyx took it as an invite to stay, and he relaxed back down.

“Um, well... I was trying to become a full time musician.” Well, more specifically he wanted to become a rock star but he thought that might sound even more silly, even though he was serious about it. No one had really ever asked him about his past. No one seemed bothered to care where he’d come from. “In my world magic and monsters didn’t really exist. Not outside of books anyway, far as I knew.”  

I went from “this is a frustrating waste of toothpaste” to silently staring, wide-eyed and slightly frightened.

and now the weather

What the fuck…

That…

That was a thing.

publi c  service, announcement

As the gunman left the bathroom, the blond trailed behind him. Blue eyes surveyed as Xibgar pulled his long hair free, and Demyx had the urge to run his fingers through it. 

“I’m not half-baked.” Demyx’s tone was indignant. “What’s that even supposed to mean anyway?” Though he couldn’t help but inwardly flinch at the other’s -not all together inaccurate- accusation. “Gimme a break, I’m not a fighter,” he said sullenly. 

He sank down onto the bed about a foot’s distance from the freeshooter. He wasn’t interested in pleasing anyone, or gaining special favor with anyone. He’d already tried that in his previous life, he wasn’t making the same mistake in this one. He did want to survive however, and he’d work however hard he’d need to to make that happen. But only just. 

“I need to learn more from you. You seem to see the most out of all of us.” 

He couldn’t help the snort that fell from his breathe. What was the saying? In the land of the blind, the one eyed man was king? “As if,” he started with a half smirk. “Hard to see much when your sight is 20/0.” Gold eye close with a hum before he stretched and fell onto his right side. Had he been more tired he would have passed out with the other right there.

“Fighter or no, you’re a surviver. Heartless are created every time a person looses their Heart to the darkness. Almost one in every thousand leave behind an empty husk that’s able to get on its own and walk about. Even less than that are able to retain their human form and act like they once did.”

Fingers rolled on his injured arm before he flexed the injured limb skyward. “No one said this job would be easy. Yet we got thrown into it all the same, chasing down the same target. Saix expects a lot from you because we all do.” They where only as strong as the weakest link. Not to say that Demyx was seen as weak, but if he wouldn’t put himself to the task..

His arm flopped backwards letting his head prop up against his elbow like a pillow. “Sorry,” he almost started again bluntly. “Never been type to give motivational speeches.”

There were many reasons why Demyx appreciated Xigbar’s company. One of the reasons being that Xigbar never made him feel stupid, or useless, or inferior. In fact, the man really had a way of boosting the Nocturne’s confidence. Why couldn’t Xigbar be the one in charge again? Or right, he said he’d opted out of it. Maybe too much of a hassle for the guy. Or maybe he just liked being on the field more than going through paperwork. 

“No, it’s fine. You said pretty good I think.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll try to be a little more productive.” 

As he watched the other relaxing, Demyx had a fleeting fantasy of spooning the other and just cuddling like that al through out the night. He inwardly scoffed at himself. He could just imagine the other’s reply to that though: ‘As if.’ He couldn’t quite picture Xig being the cuddly type. But he wasn’t about to let his fantasies wander to anything more sinful at the moment.  

“You want me to leave so you can get some shut eye?” he asked.