Red
"Red sky at night…"
Demyx didn't bother finishing Luxord's half-said fable for him. Instead, he directed his eyes straight at the heavens, almost unblinking, until the british man beside him cast cautious eyes his way.
"What's up, Dem? It's the sunset. See it all the time."
"Do we?" He said quietly, tearing his eyes way to look at Luxord, instead. The other man bowed his head a little, scuffed his feet.
"Surely he had enough of them before…?"
Demyx's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "Maybe he did. I don't know; I'm not him."
Luxord chuckled softly. "Two weeks, and you're already into existentialisim. You only just started existing lately!"
"What better time to start thinking about it? When I can still remember what it felt like?"
The older man winced. "Well do you want to?"
"Don't want to forget."
Luxord put a hand on Demyx's shoulder, tone soft. "It's better to, mate. Honestly."
"Have you forgotten?"
His ability to ask such innocent questions often blindsided Luxord in the strangest way. He supposed it was because to be bonny and blithe…well, the qualities just didn't exist in their organisation. Certainly, in any case, not before Demyx had arrived. He was so young, by their standards, and yet he asked all the questions they had no answers to. Luxord turned from the rapidly setting sun to face the wide plains that had once been behind them, tugging Demyx with him. Demyx smiled gently.
"Red sky at night, shepherd's delight. How did we both know?"
Luxord shrugged. "That's better to forget, too."