Disclaimer: I do not own. D:
Maybe that's for the best, eh?
Author's notes: Another quickie that wouldn't leave me alone till it was written.
Man, this came out lame. xD;
His book was dangling from his fingertips, his gloved grip so slack the tome could just fall to the floor at any given moment. It was already quite a miracle that it hadn't fallen already, as the volume was thick and undoubtedly very heavy.
His usually harsh face was relaxed; the perpetual frown gone, making the Schemer look even younger than he usually did. The way his mouth hung open ever so slightly as he slumbered was endearing, his breath causing the long bangs hanging over the right side of his face to flutter gently. The silver in his bluish hair was enhanced by the light pouring in through the tall library windows, making the silken strands gleam paler. His long lashes contrasted sharply with his porcelain pale skin, and the youth at the door sighed, ocean-green eyes soft with emotion as he observed the sixth member of the Organization, watching him sleep.
He was so desirable, this Zexion, yet he belonged to someone else.
As did Demyx, but admiring a pretty rose from afar never hurt, did it?