An: For once I was given a sad commission and prompt thus this tragedy was bred. For my lovely friends that were hurt, please remember that without the bad times there would be no good ones.
Prompt: Don't ever let a guy build you up with his words. Cause the higher you are, the harder you fall. And trust me, you always fall.
Requested pairing: Marluxia+Demyx
Summary: Zexion watches with bated breath as Demyx discovers that sweet words lead only to sweet tragedies.
Rating: T (Male/Male pairing)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Sometimes Zexion had to wonder if anyone bothered to pay attention to the names they had each been 'honored' with upon induction into the Organization. The title Gambler of Fate should have tipped off anyone that making a bet with Luxord was a bad idea, just as the title Whirlwind Lancer should have warned everyone to Xaldin's volatile nature. It seemed though that not one Nobody thought much about their names unless it was to tease another about theirs. Perhaps though being the Cloaked Schemer gave him greater insight into these things, and it wasn't as if anyone bothered to really listen to him so why bother pointing it out.
The one case however that made Zexion want to do nothing more than slam his own head into the wall repeatedly was the case of the Melodious Nocturne and his foolish 'relationship' with the infamous Graceful Assassin. Now Zexion was not one to sing praises about any of the newer members of the Organization but he would admit to expressed caution around a few, mainly VIII, XI, and XII, and it somewhat bothered him that Demyx was unable to see the danger of his situation. Marluxia was a fighter and a plotter; he always had an ulterior motive to his actions and much like his Savage Nymph he took great pleasure in watching other fall before him, whether by his scythe or words it mattered not. Demyx was nothing like XI though, he was a bit lazy with an artistically carefree nature that did not allow for false words or beliefs, IX did not yet realize it but Zexion could see he was just part of a twisted game.
Sweet words, Demyx always countered any question against his relationship with the response, "No one could make a lie sound that sweet, he's promised when we get our hearts back that he'll love me." It was enough to make the schemer sick. Marluxia could sugar coat a death threat and coo it to you in bed without batting an eye as far as Zexion was concerned and that was essentially what he was doing to Demyx. Sweet words, pretty gifts, and gentle touches were what IX built his trust on, and the promise of love when they got their hearts fueled his passion. It was a shame really that Demyx seemed so blind to one flaw in that promise, Marluxia didn't want a heart.
Watching as assassin handed yet another blooming flower to the foolish musician Zexion had to let a brief, though absurd, thought cross his mind. Would he be so willing to be blinded to his imminent fall if he was the one being cooed to and cuddled with?