Xigbar grins to himself as he lines up the white powder with his razor, feeling proud with the straight lines. He takes a dollar bill lying beside him and rolls it up into a small tube. Using that, he uses a finger to close one nostril, using the other to snort up the cocaine through the dollar. His eye slips shut as he holds his breath for a moment, the high shuddering his whole body. His legs feel numb and he feels like there's a thousand butterflies in his stomach. It makes him feel fantastic. And he craves for more. He opens his eye again and does the process all over again, lining it up, snorting it, and then enjoying it. He can't believe there's anything out there better than this sensation.
But there is. He just doesn't know it. Not yet.
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Demyx stretches his arms up into the air, letting out a strained noise from his throat. His coat lies somewhere on the floor, leaving him in his jeans and his boots. His sitar lays across his lap, and it calls out to him, urging him to pluck and play the strings until his fingers are bleeding and calloused. He smiles at the instrument, gently running his fingers up and down the neck. If it weren't for this beautiful apparatus, he'd still be in rehab, hating life and wanting his fix. But now he doesn't. Now he's found a purpose in life. At least, the thought this was his purpose. But he hasn't found his true purpose. No. Not yet.
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Neither male knows it, but they're both secretly looking for each other. They're each other's fix, each other's purpose. And they haven't even met yet. The only thing they have in common, is cocaine. But while one's still hooked, the other only recently released, it's the very thing that can either make them.. Or break them. What happens next surprises them, and everyone around them.
But is it for better or worse?