#melodixus

[potestasaeterna-a]

     Ah yes. . . There is no mistaking the form, nor the sound of melodies rising into the air. Number IX, so easy to find as one follows the idle sounds of music. So easy to find him. Amber eyes remain focused, glowing with cruel amusement and confidence. Poor little boy doesn’t know what hell could be unleashed upon him--or if he makes the RIGHT, decision, what hell he could be part of being ushered upon the worlds.

    “What is it like, I wonder. . .” His voice keeps emotionless as before, each step echoing against the cold ground. Their deaths were only temporary, a new start--or a new end if Demyx would choose the WRONG side, “To wake up from darkness into the light once more--blinded by it and then to know that soon it will all be GONE.”     His lips curl into a smirk, raising his chin, “And I wonder just as equally, if you will follow suit with the light and darkness, or rise with the in-between to a new reality. . .”      “You have your choice, Demyx.”

      @melodixus ~ Bad End Starter ~

[slowbladed]

@melodixus

   ♫ —  " Huh? “ It’s soft, the sound that escaped the musician. Inquisitive & confused; all rolled into one packaged, into one gaze that now bore into one standing his opposite. It was in that moment that he realized that he was at a loss for how to begin, for where to go from there. The amiable, near joking attitude of his from before now lost, making way for furrowed brows & w o n d e r.

    ” You? Wrong? That’s not like ya, man, “ the blond began, tone aiming for that casual air that had become to be known as his norm as if to lighten this newfound mood that had befallen them, but… where to end, he did not know. Gloved fingers raising to comb through the back of sandy hued locks; a show of his own uncertainty.

    ” What brought this on? “

   HUMBLE was hardly a word that Marluxia could be described as. Cunning, merciless, cruel. Admitting defeat, or even admitting he was wrong felt, in itself, wrong, as Demyx himself so plainly pointed out. And Marluxia kept stoic, kept his usual air of mystery, now yellow eyes glazed with seemingly nothing behind them (and yet somehow there was). 

   “It matters not where it came from, only that I had been wrong about you.” Yes, he still thought Demyx to be quite lazy, and perhaps Marluxia didn’t like him that much, but that was besides the point. “You have exceeded my expectations.” 

[leadnothing-blog]

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[verumace]

❝ if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew. ❞

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@melodixus

That was… likely the most profound thing he’s ever heard Demyx say. But, he privately supposes, he shouldn’t be so surprised. Beneath the veneer of a sloth was a sort of intelligence. Different from his own, or any of the scholars of the original members. Certainly unique among the Neophytes, but there nonethless. He changes course from his initial, instinctive response, and instead regards him with a tilt of the head and a deep hum. ‘That wisdom has a ring of experience to it.’

[flamereign]

      “ if you’re tryin’ a’ be stealthy,  ya sure as shit suck at it, demyx. “ really, the nocturne had about as much subtlety as a bull in a china shop ---- his sneaking a lot more effective if he hadn’t started humming the mission impossible theme about halfway through his act.  “ whatever you got in your hand, drop it. “ // @melodixus

[lafemmedefoudre]

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YEET !!! – Accepting – @melodixus

“Better sleep with both eyes open, Demy, or something bad might happen to you.” Run!

[helreigns]

AXEL. “ You mean you’re not interested in him? He’s Sora’s nobody, remember? “

                      ( @melodixus​ ) for AXEL.

[stormwithskiiin-a]

@melodixus liked

                       Evenings    after    missions    were    ALWAYS    THE   SAME.     Larxene    would    find    the    nearest    open    couch,      retrieve    whatever    book    which    currently    held    her    attention    and    remain    in    that    space    until    the    environment    became    TOO    BUSY    for   her    tastes.      Another    variable   of   every   evening    was    the    INEVITABLE,      VEXING    SOUND    of    Demyx.      Whether    it    was    his    glorified    guitar    or    merely    his    voice,      there    was    NO    ESCAPE    from    the    constant    annoyance   that    was    the   ninth    member    of    their    little    club.      The    TEMPTATION    to    close    her    book    and    THROW    IT    right    in    his    dumb    face    was    PHYSICALLY    PAINFUL    to   resist.      So    CLOSE   IT,      she    did      (    smashed    it,       was    MORE    LIKE    IT    ).      The     impact    was    SO    LOUD    and    with    such    force    the    thought    that   she    might    have    ruined    the    binding    came    up.      ❝      Hey    Demyx,      ❞      she    hissed    as    she    sat    up    straight.      ❝      Who    wrote    that    song,      huh    ???      ❞

[potestasaeterna-a]

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   ~ Every Violent Urge Not Acted Upon ~ status: accepting

     “Oh… if the TRAITORS and SLACKERS were not needed they would have been eliminated long ago… a special PAINFUL process fit just for such individuals…” Amber hues glance towards his gloved hand, spiked-tendrils of binding, the manifestations of Nothingness seeming to crawl from beneath his sleeve, curling around fingers and wrapping up his arm.     “All Nobodies begin from Nothingness… are shaped by it and LIVE because of it… because the Void allows it. Yet… it’s simple to take it all away…” Fingers curl into a fist, more of the binding slipping out, reaching all the way up his arm, “let their powers be slowly EATEN away, weakening them.”     “Let them thrash and fight as it slips between their fingers–as they taste the pain as the TEETH tear into their flesh… listening as their blood hits the floor, paints the walls red… their very shell DEVOURED with nothing they can do but squirm and cry out. All until there is nothing left but a discarded CORPSE…”

[slowbladed]

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BAKE IT TO MAKE IT (NO MORE)

   OH GOD. 

               IT’S SOGGY. 

             He squirms at the soggy bread hitting his face. “To think I crusted you....”

[thornscythe-blog]

@melodixus  /  STARTER CALL.

     “Now, this may be nothing more than nefarious rumour... But I hear that you have a certain proclivity for vanishing mid-mission to, ah... slack off.” The Dark Corridor fizzles from existence behind them, a haunting flicker of sound lingering in the air. Marluxia’s attention is on the world they’re to explore, disdain for the tedious task just barely apparent on his features.      A swish of black robes and he turns to Demyx, one brow arched. “It would be unfortunate if you were to vanish on me. I’d hate to have to stick you full of thorns.” ( A ghost of a smile; who knows if he’s joking? )

[leadnothing-blog]

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

my nyas? >> accepting

Without a word, he turns to fully look at Demyx, yellow and orange eyes still unblinking and even wider than they were before. That’s what he meant, right? Totally. And then he adds a creepy smile to it to top it all off.

[gossamerheart-blog]

@melodixus

it wasn’t often that xion was paired up with demyx, but he was always good company- even if xion did end up doing most of the work. lately, she’d been thinking a lot about the past. rather, her lack of one, and how axel seemed so tight lipped about his. she nibbled on her bottom lip anxiously before asking, ❝ demyx, what was your life like before you became a nobody? ❞

[oathseekr-blog]

she does not trust him  .  how could she  ?   even though hood rests against his neck   ,   face SHOWN   ,   kairi knows the DANGER of those black robes   ,   night  -  cloaked and perilous   .   hazards ring HEAVY in the quick thumps of her pulse   ,   but she APPROACHES   ,   anyway   .   what choice did she have   ?   kairi couldn’t make portals   .   if she could only get him to   —      ❛    how long   —   how long have you been here   ?   part of   —    ❜      she GESTURES to the robes   .      small talk wasn’t her plan   ,   but FIGHTING her way out of here seemed futile   .   with no weapon   ,   how could she win   ?      ❛    part of all this   ?    ❜

                                                     - ̗̀      sc               ➝              @melodixus  !       ̖́-

[lafemmedefoudre]

@melodixus

“So, what do you think Xemans meant, about us somehow being connected to some ancient Keyblade? Sounds ridiculous, so it’s right up your alley.”

[moondriftingold]

❛ you won’t live forever in their memories. the way you treated them will. ❜

          A SOFTER WORLD.  ||  accepting.

     he has been here before. 

     he has heard this, in another life --- i’ll live forever. he has walked this path, stared fondly into it in the evening light and wished upon it like a shooting star --- in people’s hearts, i’ll live. and it’s almost ironic, coming from demyx now, to hear a mirror of such a thing echoed back at him as if hissed to him from his very own demons. saïx stares down at the other nobody with that cold, unflinching gaze he’d adopted in the wake of his emptied out chest, and he watches the fire swirl in demyx’s eyes.

     he’s a vocal thing, for a damn whelp.

     saïx knows that the things he feels are not real; he knows that the tireless wave of annoyance echoing through his ribs is a fabricated figment of his imagination, and that the scrunch of demyx’s infantile scowl is not actually stirring up irritation. what he thinks he feels is a ghostly memory. he grips his clipboard tighter.

                  ❝  are you unhappy with the way i’ve treated you?  ❞

     his tone is flat, but the edge behind it is not lost. the diviner’s words are framed like a prompt, but make no mistake --- it’s a question where every answer is the wrong one.

                  ❝  --- would you like me to change my approach?  ❞