Oh we do to have hearts!
Hello World!
The name is Demyx number IX of organization XII.
((this blog is AU unless zex and I feel like writing a marriage))
((this is an rp blog and i'll be interacting with anyone who wishes to interact with me and yes I support all pairings. In reality I am a girl and I do cosplay and I love meeting new people just drop by the ask if you wanna chat :3))
“Kingdom Hearts made me who I am today”
Submitted by herbachu
-points to le tags-
Xigdem as requested.
I hope you enjoy it!
Q
What if there was a zombie apocolypse?
Anonymous
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Of all the things to happen this was the one thing he was not ready for. As if missions weren’t bad enough but now he didn’t have the option to skip out or laze about the streets. Now he had to fight. And Demyx hated fighting. Any type of sweat inducing survival skill was lost on him, he’d rather just hide and stay put. But no they had to keep moving. Well at least that’s what they told him. After all he didn’t get much of a choice; it was either stick with the group or be left alone. And there was no way that Demyx was facing the zombie apocalypse alone. But in all seriousness they had been running for at least three hours, it was about time they took a break, why couldn’t zombies just relax for five minutes and cut him a break. They could start shooting each other again tomorrow morning, just five minutes to relax break out his sitar and jam. Was that really too much to ask for?
A
Yep and I wrote back to you
A
“Uh hey again Zexy, what’s up?”
Demyx!
The bass vibrated in his chest thundering through the streets. Demyx hummed happily, his body subconsciously moving to the beat. It had been so long since he had danced, and even longer still that he had danced with someone else. “Well I don’t know about you but I’m skipping ahead, so let’s get going!” He latched onto Axel’s hand dragging the red head to the front of the line. When the nocturne wanted something he would do anything to get it, and so to get into the club Demyx flirted with at least five girls, two guys, and one beefy security guard who agreed to let Demyx and Axel in as long as Demyx would ‘stop touching him’.
He watches Demyx with a bemused smile as he’s dragged to the front of the line. He didn’t just stand there though. He was able to get some numbers and a few flirtatious invitations. He drags his attention to Demyx he was flirting heavily with the security guard. He almost cracks up as the guard lets them into the pulsating building. “Nice man. Determined almost. I haven’t seen this side of you in a while.” He steps through a doorway to where the club lays out before him. Lights were dancing around and there was smoke throughout the room. “Not bad.” He mutters.
“Hey, I can work well when I want something. If Superior stopped giving me stupid missions then I might actually do one every once in a while.” Shrugging the nocturne made his way onto the dance floor ignoring Axel’s mutterings about the club. He could honestly care less if the place was a shack or a mansion, the atmosphere didn’t matter as long as the music was good he was content. So he allowed the rhythm to take control. Body moving to the music, hips swaying, eyes closed just allowing himself to be completely immersed in the sounds. Sure he had left Axel for the dance floor, but the red-head was old enough to follow his own instinct after all he was the one who wanted to take Demyx out, not the other way around.
