A.N: I'm not really happy with this but I'm not going to put any more time into it so I figured I'd just post it.
As I Fall
AntiConstant
He doesn't remember when it began but he knows he won't be saved. There's a reason he's a Nobody –or maybe he's really a Heartless– after all, though it's different than what they tell him. He never had a strong heart unless…
Sin is stronger than faith and temptation is virtue.
He loved his brother –it was wrong– he hated his sister –"How could you?"– and he broke his mother's poor soul. Then, hoping to appease those around him, he tried to change but instead ended up kissing –tearing– his sister. He had never seen his mother cry so much before, even when the knife slide through her stomach.
Red is the color of love and sin, my dear beauty.
His brother had been so much sweeter than that though, dressing him up in strings of ocean and depths of darkness then leading him across the ruby-toned room, dancing through light puddles of their mother and sister. He had hummed a happy, fast paced tune but his dear twin won't let them dance any faster than they were. That was okay though, they had all the time in the world.
But the Beast wears blue.
Then they came. Dark shadows and twisting voids, all clamoring for something he and his brother had. He smiled at them, asking for them to dance with him. Sometimes, he looks back and wonders if they had understood him and then decides it doesn't matter. A quick steps, a little spin and then he was dancing among them as if he was one of those dancers at the ballads his sister had loved. He laughed and spread his arms high.
Stepping up to the roof edge he spreads his wings to fly, forgetting he gave them away for sweet love's false kiss.
One shadow jumped towards him and he stops, arms falling down to his sides and a false smile on his face. Its hand slices through his chest without a drop of blood –'how disappointing,' he thought– and pulled from it a glowing object. He stared at it as he fell forward, mouth open in surprise as it began devouring the glowing mass. The world went blank and for awhile, he wondered if he was dead. He wasn't though, as he found out and every time one of his new housemates –their not friends, never friends– sneers at him, he smiles disarmingly. After all, Demyx doesn't need them to tell him he hasn't fallen the farthest.
And he won't tell if you don't.