(Just a sort of drabble I wrote.)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Demyx. If I did, he would be alive and never of died.)
He sits in the corner, legs drawn to cloakedchest and pale, lithe hands covered by black gloves clutching his head as he rests his forehead on his knees, eyes staring into darkness as he whispers.
Whispers lies.
"Somebody… I'm a somebody… not a Nobody… Nobodies cannot feel."
Nobodies can't feel, but he is one, and he lies. He lies that he /can/ feel and that makes him a somebody, not a Nobody.
"Nobodies mock feelings, I do not."
He lies to himself, and yet, he believes it. It's his own wall of security that keeps having a piece fall off. And until that piece is put back on, he's starting to stop believe his little lies.
"Nobodies do not have hearts, I do. I am a somebody."
He whispers still, rocking just slightly as he stares into the darkness of his lap, green blue eyes like murky ocean water staring into the black abyss.
"I am not trapped in darkness. I am not a Nobody."
Demyx believes his lies until one piece falls, but until then, he is secure behind his wall, each new discovery and new lie placing another brick up and making him feel safer.
"If I cut myself, I will bleed."
He believes himself.
"If I cry, I will cry liquid."
He believes his lies.
"If I tear into my chest, I will rip out my heart."
He believes each one until a piece falls.
Demyx believes the lies.
Each and every one.
Until that one piece breaks off.
Otherwise, he is safe and he is believing.