A/N: Wooooo, drabble. Whilst off being bored with life and unsure of what to do, I had a sudden whim to write a Zemyx drabble. After listening to their theme song to better write it from Zexion's PoV('I Will Possess Your Heart' by Death Cab For Cutie... Demyx's PoV would be 'I Will Follow You Into The Dark' by the same band), this thingy was born. And without further ado, something that's been written a hundred thousand times already.
Oh, wait, one more thing. I wanted to apologize for not updating Wings in like, forever :c My computer got a crap virus(-glares at Encyclopedia Dramatica-), so I've been out of commission and my muse has been all but dead lately.
So, until I finally pull my head out of my ass long enough to write ahead a few chapters, I dunno when I'll next update. Sorry guys :c
Anyways, I now give you this drabble as a plea for forgiveness.
Disclaimer: This. is. FANFICTION! -spartan kick-
Demyx had a lot of flaws.
For instance, he was the biggest coward Zexion had ever met and lazy as hell to boot. Slate hair disguising one of his stormy, blue eyes, Zexion observed the younger member strum at his sitar, pretending to be reading.
All the blond ever wanted to do was play that instrument, and he was enamored with it. He created auditory beauty, that much was certain, but it sounded just as empty as Zexion knew his heart really was.
Another flaw: Demyx denied what he was as a Nobody; a being without the emotional heart that all normal beings possessed.
Zexion felt his lips form an unnecessary frown, visible eye narrowing just slightly, only to have his gaze dart back down to his book when Demyx looked up. The blond smiled, a bit too knowingly for Zexion's tastes, before looking back down at his sitar.
He started playing a different tune, something that the slate-haired man recognized but couldn't quite place.
Demyx had many flaws, Zexion knew this much.
He was cowardly, and lazy, and complained too much, and was in denial about himself.
He hardly noticed when the sitar stopped playing as its user realized his audience was no longer paying attention.
Zexion only looked up when gloved fingers unglued the book he wasn't reading from his eyes, staring up into ocean-tinted, silvery eyes.
Yes, Demyx had his flaws.
But, in that moment when the younger pressed their lips together, so softly, Zexion couldn't quite bring himself to care.
A/N PS: Also, I will upload different RPs up on here when I get around to editing them. I hope that will sate your appetites until I can make myself work on Wings more xD