Music Meme: LexZex

AN: So, I haven't updated in a really long time, but I've been terribly busy falling back into the swing of everything after the holidays. But, I still felt like I needed to update here. XP So I am.

I imagine the third one may not make much sense to everyone, but if you REALLY want to understand it, PM me, I'll explain it for you.

The End of Every Story – Xandria

Do you know, we've reached the part, the end of every story?

Zexion's fingers pressed tightly against the pages of his Lexicon, his palms sweaty and clammy. Lexaeus was already gone, he was all that was left, to fight against Riku, to try and stop him there. He didn't stand a chance, he knew that much, but his pride wouldn't let him give in.

Though we have to succumb, to the calm of fate, hear it now, the future's open gates.

Illusions danced like shadows around the Schemer, his eyes narrowing, focusing on the dark keyblader. Something was changing, though, piercing through his distractions, until the blade sliced through Zexion's chest. Darkness spewed forth like hot acid, swirling around the small man. The harsh maw pulled at his shoulders, dragging him back, down into the depth of emptiness.

Welcome to the final show.



So I Thought – Flyleaf

Closing his eyes, Aeleus could see memories flash in shots, brief images that flickered and faded like old film, dragging from his vision slowly. Smiles, laughter, Ienzo. Shivering slightly at the warm, affectionate smile that stretched across the boy's face, looking up at Aeleus, he quickly banished the thought. It had been a year since he'd seen the brilliant boy, and as he shifted onto his side, Aeleus could still feel the warmth where Ienzo had often slept.

Closing his hand over the empty space, Aeleus took a deep breath. It had been the wrong time, the wrong moment in their lives for them. Ienzo had gone his separate way, but now…he didn't know what had become of him. He missed him, wanted him back. But with a soft sigh, he closed his eyes on the memory. He could at least dream.

Elsewhere, Ienzo's hand curled in the sheets, a smile on his lips as he dreamed. A soft prayer recited in his head, just a quiet wish to see the man with the midnight eyes again. Well…he could always dream.


Starts with One – Shiny Toy Guns

I can't feel, Zexion murmured, closing his eyes. Make me feel.

Lexaeus' hands moved slowly, his lips brushing against skin. His hand lingered over the still chest of the pale man, shaking his head. Two empty spaces couldn't make a whole, no matter how often they tried to become more.

I can't see, Zexion whispered. I can't speak.

Perhaps it was for the better in the Darkness, where nothing existed.

Ienzo and Aeleus watched from afar, and the small boy looked up at the taller man. "Let's show them our hearts," he said quietly.

Zexion and Lexaeus couldn't see their Others, didn't notice their presence.

Perhaps it was for the better.

As hands reached out, Zexion's eyes opened and he gasped quietly.

"I feel so…" he couldn't even finish the sentence, but he smiled as he closed his eyes again, as they started to fade away.


Soul Meets Body – Death Cab for Cutie

Zexion had been Ienzo. Ienzo had become Zexion. He could still remember that moment when he had shifted in something new, fresh…empty. It had been like a splitting, but still…calm, quiet past the initial pain, until he had been two, a heart and a shell, that went their separate ways, to continue on as…whatever they were.

He had found Lexaeus soon after, recognizing him immediately, despite the way they had both changed and become…more.