Demyx's Muse
Yawwwnn. Gawd this is boring. Demyx sits down on Zexion's bed and thinks to himself about today.
Demyx ponders to himself. Wishing he'd hurry up and get done. Zexion forgets his birthday every year and it always his job to remind the worker.
Maybe he'll forget to even sleep like last time and just do paper work all night long.
Demyx looks out at the psuedo-moon hanging in the ever twilight sky behind the window.
He looks and thinks to wonder how it even got there if nothing is born in twilight town. After all nothing exists as much as superior likes to say. But thats silly
"I'm here arent I?" He ponders this as foot steps creep down the hallway.
Zexion can't believe that Siax just left all that paper work on the desk. Sometimes he wonder what he's doing in his spare time if Saix needs him to cover so often. On second thought he'd prefer not to remember why. Zexion has flashes of the last time he walked in on the bluenette and Xemnas. God that was horrible.
"Hmm?" He hears the soft twang of a sitar as he opens the door to his room and sees Demyx playing on his bed.
Come dance with me,
In the rain as it falls,
And shatters us in it's dance of grace,
We'll waltz to the moon and the stars,
laughing to the music we hear,
Come dance with me,
Come dance with me!
So we dance through the stars,
And all the shimmering lights,
Forgetting of our lives,
We danced through the rain,
and the wind, the heartless.
We laughed when we had our fun,
And now,
the darkness has come,
We cryed and tried to get away,
But all was pointless,
I must say.
They came with thier knives,
Thier, swords in hand,
As we cryed all through the land.
We ran to the stars,
where we knew we'd be safe,
And into eachother's arms and we never let go,
No We never let go.
For the fear of our,
pitiles lives we had once held.
The beautiful memories we could remember,
We fell into love,
Yes in love.
So we danced and we sang,
To the music of laughter,
As they ravaged the stars,
For the source of it all.
We took to the sky,
Holding close to eachother,
Coming close to the ground,
And we shattered,
We shattered.
Demyx got up from the bed and crossed the room to meet Zexion and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
"Do you like it? I wrote it for you when I saw you reading a book of ballads. Oh by the way." He put his mouth by the illusionist's ear and whispered softly.
"Happy birthday."
Zexion looked to face Demyx and kissed him slowly making the chaste kiss into something much deeper before he broke the contact again.
"Thank you Demyx that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard." They drag each other over to the bed before the lights dim and go out slowly.
A/N I don't own the characters the setting or the moon :(
BUT I do own that poem! That is mine and mine alone noone can Have it! Muahahaha!
Ok Sooo I wrote this because I cant seem to find the inspiration for The last of his days.
If you are reading it then is like my apology oneshot for not being able to update it.
So enjoy this I hope that it can get me off of the hook for the three weeks I'll be gone.
Oh and it's my birthday! Leave me a review please!
Thanks I Worship reviewers and faves so if you do I will dedicate a story or chapter or somethin' to you!
(not to be creepy or anything seriously just bein' honest)