The sun was just starting to rise on the horizon, and birds had already started singing as loud as they could. Demyx wondered why they always did that... But he couldn't complain because they made excellent alarm clocks. Rubbing his eyes he rolled out from under the seaweed covered cove in his tank and sat at the bottom, trying to wake himself up. Looking around at his part of the tent through the glass, he made sure no one was there. No one would find out this secret. Not if he could help it. Swimming to the top, Demyx grabbed a hold of the ladder and climbed out, shaking as much of the water off as he could. Crawling behind his stage and tank he made his way up to the entrance of the blanket fort he made. It took a while to scrounge up that many scraps of fabric and pillows from various places, but he was really proud of his creation. ...Though now that he thought about it... It must be a little warm in there for the girl. She had come to visit him a few days ago, but he couldn't figure out much about her. She never spoke much...and she always seemed...sad. Demyx hated to see her so sad. He wanted to try and make her happy at this circus, because that's what his job was after all. He crawled inside the makeshift fort with no warning to the girl whatsoever. "Good morning! How are you feeling today?" Demyx didn't expect any answer. He had already asked for her name several times. She acted so strangely, but maybe she was just shy? She was definitely listening to him speaking though. Demyx really liked his new friend, and found her fascinating. Her hair was so wavy it kind of sat on top of her head, but if you pulled a strand, it stretched out to be really long. That and she had a strip of white in her hair, as straight as a pin and much unlike the others. Not only that but her eyes were two different colors... Demyx had never seen this in another human before. He smiled at the girl who sat there, already awake, clutching a wrinkled note in her hand.
She sat in silence, looking over the somewhat worn out note in her hands. She was beginning to lose count of how many times over she had read the note. The girl knew what she came here for, but where would she start? Her eyes drifted upwards at the sudden noise. He was such a strange boy… did everyone look like him, here? Would that mean her dad looked like that too? She couldn't remember much. this boy was always talking, but she couldn't bring herself to respond.
Demyx cocked his head to the side and let out a soft groan.. "Not talking again..." He let out a deep breath before getting excited again, "Do you remember my name? I told you loads of times... Think you could say that at least?"
The girl stared blankly, his words rang in her ears. He was always smiling. Why? She didn't see much of a reason to speak his name, though she did remember it. Did all of the guests get this treatment? She came here for a reason, and if this continued, she wouldn't get anywhere in her search. After a few minutes of silence, she shook her head. Maybe this boy could help. Her gaze dropped to the paper in her hands, reading over the sentence once again. She murmured briefly, managing one word just above a whisper. "Dad."
Demyx couldn't help but glance over her shoulder, and read the paper. He promised to himself that he wouldn't, but curiosity got the better of him. "D-Dad..?! I'm not your dad... I'm Demyx. ...OHHHHHH..." He finally understood. This girl was looking for her dad. "You're looking for him, aren't you? Did you get lost? Cause maybe I can help!" He smiled widely at her, trying to keep the mood light despite the sudden turn of events.
Lost? That was a good question. Maybe he got lost? Still, she nodded her head. She wasn't sure how he'd help, but it's….something, right? Demyx was so cheerful… always smiling. She couldn't understand what the point of it was. Mags thought for a moment, studying his face. She returned the smile, just as wide, attempting to mimic his features.
"Ahaha! You did it!" Demyx raises his arms in joy and wrapped them around Maggie and squeezed her tightly. "I knew you could do it!" He kept his arms around her and gave her another big smile, laughing happily that he finally was able to make her smile.
She blinked a few times to process what he just said. Of course she could, everyone has the ability to smile, don't they? Either way, It must have been convincing, judging by the excitement in his voice. She held her breath when the boy hugged her the way he did. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she could breathe if she tried, considering how much he was squeezing her. He'd stop soon, right? It's not like he was meaning to hurt her, though. hugs are supposed to be positive things.
Demyx let Maggie go and continued to smile. "Well if you're looking for your dad then I think we should start searching!" Right after the words left his mouth he paused and thought hard. His brow furrowed and the antenna on his head twitched in worry. "But... I don't think the others would like it very much that you're here... So I don't think we can walk around so much right now.." His frown turned into a pout at the sound of his own bad news.
Start searching? Yes, good! The girl sat up a little straighter at his first comment. After a few seconds of silence, she relaxed again. She hadn't seen this expression on his face before. What happened? …they wouldn't? "Why not?" She murmured, glancing upward at the strange….thing on his head. It moves? She shook the thought, looking down at the paper in her hands again. Why wouldn't they be okay with her being here…? She was a guest, wasn't she? That's what he told her. Did her dad just not want her here? She stared at Demyx in silence, waiting for a response.
Demyx's smile started to fade again. "They uh... Just don't like to have guests here for too long. Cause only performers can live here I guess... Like... I live here cause I can sing, and make pretty shapes with water." Demyx stops to think again, longer this time. His antenna twitches once more after he thinks of yet another idea. "Your dad doesn't work here... Does he?"
They…didn't? had she really been here that long? What's a circus without guests, anyway? She blinked slowly, listening to the boy speak. Is that really all you had to do to work here? " I….used to do that…" her voice faltered. She didn't seem to have an interest in many things anymore, but, she was still telling the truth. There wasn't much of a reason for her to sing about anything either, as of late, but….if it meant staying longer, maybe she could…? She shifted her position a little, trying to stay focused on Demyx. Shapes with water? Could that really be possible? The girl didn't have much room for doubt, considering the things she had witnessed back home, so she nodded her head anyway. His last sentence hung in the air, causing her to think once again. That shouldn't even be a question, should it? If he were a guest, he would have come home a long time ago. …right? She nodded her head again and spoke. "Yes."
His face lit up, "You used to sing?! That's so great! Why did you stop?" He realized that being too excited might scare her so he decided to drop the subject. "About your dad though... I'm not sure who he could be... Is he really really big and tall? Or or or does he have red hair? Or maybe he has pink hair and smells like flowers?" Demyx was having a really hard time picturing any of them with a daughter... But he was trying his best.
Maggie stared at him in silence. He's smiling again. That's good, right? But…why did she stop singing? The girl couldn't exactly remember a reason in particular. Silently thankful that he changed the subject, she turned her head a little, listening to his descriptions. Pink hair? …..red? that can't be right. She couldn't recall him ever smelling like flowers, either. Tall, though… that sounded right. She narrowed her eyes a little, momentarily lost in thought. "Tall. ….yes." She murmured with a nod. Describing him from memory would really take a lot of effort, and she wasn't sure if she had the energy for it. He seemed like he was narrowing things down on his own though, so she continued to listen.
Demyx held out his hand to count on his fingers. He had already said three of them. "Ok so he's tall. Does he have long blonde hair? Or does he have big big sideburns and purple eyes?" Demyx's eyes went wide suddenly. "O-oh my god. C-could I be your dad?! NO that's silly.. I think someone would have told me if that was true." He began to hum to himself, trying very hard to figure out who could be her father. He looked at her and tried to gather up the courage to tell her that he truly didn't know. But something about her seemed very familiar. "Ya know... You do look like someone here. Like... A lot lot. But I dunno... Maybe after tonight's show we can go look for your dad together? But we have to be super sneaky and be sure not to get caught. Ok?" His smile returns, trying again to get her to do the same.
She continued to listen to the boy, trying to decipher his descriptions for herself. Blonde? Her eyes narrowed a little. That didn't sound right. Side….what? she shook her head. How many people worked here? Her eyes widened. There's no way that could be true, right? True, she didn't remember as much as she used to these days but….come on. The girl seemed to perk up a little at his last sentence. Did she really look like someone else here? "Oh…" She looked down at the paper in her hands again. What kind of trouble would she get in if she did leave on her own? There was also the chance of getting lost… This boy seems like he might know his way around, at least, he knows quite a few people here, from the sound of it. Waiting just might be the best option. She nodded her head, staring back at him. "Okay."
Demyx clapped his hands together and nodded. "It's settled then. We will go look for him tonight after the last show! ...ya know... It sounds weird but I'm pretty sure you're looking for Xigbar. Cause he really does look like you. With the pointy ears, and the hair, and the... S-sorry.." He looks away rubbing the back of his neck. What time was it anyway? He surely had to get ready for the show tonight or else Vexen would come in and nag at him. He couldn't let that happen or else the crazy scientist would find the fort! "I-I have to go get my stage ready for tonight so I'll be right back, ok?" He looked at Maggie waiting for a response.
Tonight? …..that seemed so far off, though… Her breath caught in her throat. The name. "Yes." She spoke, a little louder than she intended. Her own voice sounded foreign to her, but she was suddenly certain that he is who she came here to find. "That's him, yes..." She repeated, barely above a whisper now. Her voice faltered, Demyx's words rang in her ears. hair? That didn't sound right, though…. She thought hard, trying to recall what his hair looked like. ….as far as she could remember, his hair wasn't much like hers. Sure it was the same color, wasn't it? Black? But she took after her mom. if anything, her hair should look like her mom's, right? Well… She didn't know what made the streak in her hair but she never questioned it. Why would Demyx say something like that? She shook the thought, realizing that the boy was staring at her now. She nodded her head once, unsure of what he meant. Could she follow him?
That is him? Demyx could hardly believe it. He was happy he guessed right though. So Xigbar is her dad? Why didn't he tell everyone about Maggie? Isn't that something to be proud of? Demyx shook his head, he didn't know. He was still getting used to being a fish out of water. "You wanna come help me set up? You just have to promise that you'll run and hide if someone comes in, okay?" He continued crawling out of the fort, and made his way across the stage. He sat down at the piano and began to play a few chords. "I hope you like music! ...Hey! Maybe you could start to sing again! Its super fuuun!"
She stared at him, studying his features. What was he thinking about? The girl nodded numbly, deciding to follow the boy. Help? She squinted, trailing behind him slowly, looking around the room. Rows of benches were lined neatly by the stage. She turned just barely, trailing her gaze to the ceiling of the tent they were in. Did her father have his own tent like this? With a stage and benches? The girl looked up at the tank with wide eyes. What in the world? Did Demyx sleep in that? It'd make sense, right? She glanced over at him doubtfully. She wasn't sure what he was. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to the ceiling. She didn't want to wait to find him. Demyx even said his name. He had to be here, then. Why would he lie? If she made a run for it, she'd be bound to find him, right? Demyx wouldn't be able to keep up, either… Maggie flinched at the sudden sound of the piano. Sing….? She sighed, finally brought back to her senses. Why run now? She'd end up lost, and that'd be hard to explain back home. She chose to sit neatly on the bench closest to the stage and folded her hands in her lap. After a few seconds of silence, she shook her head.