What’s Missing?

To the average person, voids are created by others that hurt them. Initially, they are created half complete, only to seal all the gaps and ensure their survival. What was missing in an average life? Love, happiness, sorrow, pain? What could possibly complete a person without keeping them chained for life? It was too hard to imagine, too hard to think about, and that was why he no longer bothered to. It was too much of a nuisance to grasp the way people were shaped and molded.

As it was, he was neither shaped nor molded. He simply did not exist. People looked through him, over him, just right passed him. There was nothing in him worth noting. It wasn’t only those normal beings, but the others he lived with, too. The way they stared at him, mocked him, teased him- all because he believed he had that one missing piece, or something like it.

Music was his life, his rhyme, and his reason. How could his skilled fingers dance along the strings of his instruments if there was nothing behind it? It was hard to believe anything could move like the ocean could. Then again, not many people knew what the ocean was thinking, what it was saying, what it meant when the tides changed- no one understood the water like he did. In every drop of water, there was emotion, there was chaos and there was a voice.

The oceans of the worlds sang songs of disaster, misery, happiness, rejoicing and then some. To slide his gloves off his hands and dive them into the sparkling blue water before him was nothing short of enjoyable. The water reacted to him, swirling around his wiggling fingers before settling back into the waves that crashed against the shore. What was the ocean doing, acting mischievous? Most likely. Birds attempted to scurry from the crashing waves, but some were caught and left to flee to the skies.

A small smile played upon his lips, sea green eyes sparkling beneath his dark hood.

“Sometimes I wonder what it is you’re really after,” Demyx muttered softly, pulling his hands from the water, “I wrote a new song to represent you. Want to hear it?”
How could something be missing…?

Water-;

Starting tomorrow, I’ll be posting open starters, at least one each day. Anyone is free to reply to them, just tag them. This is an account I am trying to revive. I have been playing Demyx for a long time, I’d love to get some RPs going. If you’d like to RP and discuss a storyline, please send a message to my Music Box.

Never-;

We do too have hearts.

What kind of game was he playing? Everyone laughed at him, teased him, taunted him- all because he believed that deep down, there was something there. Something that was pushing him to do what he did, to be how he was. If the heart carried emotions, why was it that he could feel depression when the ocean did? Why would no one believe him? With a heavy sigh, he looked out at the world around him.

It was a new location, somewhere he could hide from the illustrious Number VII for a while. He pulled his knees up, resting his chin against the leather material. With another heaving sigh, his sea-green hues stared out at the ocean. It was beautiful, chaotic and everything an ocean could be. The waves were roaring, crashing against the sand, taking grains away from the silent shore.  He placed gloved fingers against the sand, smiling weakly as the water splashed up and fell atop the leather, making soft pattering sounds.

“What am I doing wrong,” Demyx mumbled, staring out at the water, “Was I always supposed to be the weak one?” He wasn’t weak, not by a long shot, but he wasn’t the strongest. He pressed his face into the comfort of the leather draped around his fingers. It was like Xemnas was giving him these horrid assignments on purpose. Like the Organization didn’t want him to come back. Maybe they didn’t.

He pressed his forehead against his knees, pulling in a shuddering breath.

“I wish I could show them my true potential, but none of them understand. If they’re going to keep sending me out like a lamb to the slaughter, why should I make myself obvious? I’d rather be stupid and incapable so that I get the easier jobs…” He glanced down at the card he’d pulled from his jacket, staring at the writing scrawled across it.

Destroy the Keyblade Master.

They’re sending the wrong guy…

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

rpmissionboard:

• Nightmares
• Humanity
• Guardian
• Torture
• Insanity
• Slaughter
• Order
• Morality
• Loyalty
• Promise
• Betrayal
• Epiphany
• Apathy
• Memories
• Loss
• Lies
• Death
• Love
• Plans
• Pawns
• revenge
• Monster
• Time
• Waiting
• Laugh
• Trend
• Alliance
• Natural
• Pretence
• Urge
• Impression
• Critic
• Accent
• Stranger
• Judgement
• Delirious
• Instinct
• Damage
• Illusion
• End

DO IT.

Lazy Day-;

A soft sigh flew through pale lips as the Nobody stared at the empty room. The walls were pure white, shadows cascading off the wall as dusks roamed about. With his chin propped in his leather-clad hand, the Nobody gave a loud yawn, voice echoing through the room. The other twelve chairs were empty, all elevated at different levels, and all awaiting their residents. His hood was pulled up over his mess of a sandy hairstyle. He had woken up late, or so he thought, and arrived just in time for no one.

“Why does he call meetings so early,” he whined, yawning mid-sentence, tone wavering. Sea-green hues stared around, eyelids drooping ever so slightly. The sound of darkness swirling to his right took his attention as he watched another hooded figure enter. He didn’t have a chance to call out a greeting, or an insult, as he felt something messing with his hood, thus destroying his half-done hair beneath it.
“Xiggy,” the Nocturne whined loudly, tugging his hood back down. The Freeshooter laughed as he warped to his own seat, snickering at the other’s irritation. Demyx gave a huff, slouching in his seat, fingers tapping against his cheek.

Why was he always stuck in these situations? He arched a brow as their notorious leader finally entered the council room, late. As usual. Hues darkened as he watched the Nobody speak, going on and on about Kingdom Hearts and how they would all achieve it. The idea of a real heart was incredible, something he had striven to achieve since the day he was told about it, but alas, he had his own thoughts. In his opinion, they did have hearts- or something similar to it.

After all, how could he write the music that he could? How could he feel the passion that he did when his fingers danced across the strings, feet spinning him around, voice carrying around his room? There was something there! Music needed a heart, a soul- if he could play such wonderful music, there had to be something driving him. He was often told, and this was why he never brought it up to anyone else, that what they did and felt were memories of their past lives. But, how could that be when he couldn’t remember a thing from his past? Demyx sighed, realizing he’d been lost in thought throughout the entire meeting.

He jumped when a card was thrown at him. He fumbled to catch it, nearly sliding out of his seat as his fingers snagged the notecard. He scooted back, staring at the scribbled words on the mission card. Underworld. Pursue Sora. Remind him of who he is. And below that was an extra scribble, a side note from someone he called his mentor- his only friend. If the subject fails to respond, use aggression to liberate his true disposition.

“Sure picked the wrong guy for this one,” Demyx murmured as he dispersed into a flurry of shadows. Roxas. He didn’t like dealing with this kid any more than anyone else. Then again, having an errand boy around again would be nice.

“Here goes nothing…”

Water.

Water is everywhere, even when it seems that none is present. Perched upon the tall tower, blending in with the night sky, the Nobody held out a leather gloved hand. He curled his fingers, leather screaming as it scraped together, catching the droplets falling from the sky. Sea-green orbs stared up at the dark sky, a flicker of yellow spider-webbing across the pools as they shifted around. There were no stars out tonight. Well, the less, the better. His coat was soaked, though he didn’t seem to mind it as he adjusted his hood.

Whatever darkness was creeping in his veins, infecting his usually chipper persona, it was growing stronger by the minute The initial hate of dying, the fear, it was all bleeding together. Before he had fallen back into darkness, he was positive, though a little naive. He acted, pretended most of his smiles and pushed the theory of having a heart and real emotions so strongly that most said he had a passion for trouble.

Then he had fallen. He had fallen into the darkness, swallowed by the hatred- the lies he sold himself. There was no heart waiting for him there in the darkness. There were no memories of a past life- there was just nothing. Nothing but negativity. And it was all that hero’s fault. Fingers curled into a fist as the rain poured down faster. The sitar in his lap slid slightly, only to be caught quickly. Slender digits curled and pulled the instrument up closer to himself.

Pale lips curved up into a rather friendly smile beneath the hood, shadows covering most of his face. Lifting his head, yellow sparks crackled across his hues, flooding them for a moment before fading to his usual sea green.

“What a snooze,” he said aloud, tone dull with all-too-obvious boredom, “The hero didn’t even show up.” Lifting himself from his spot, the Nobody turned, stepping off of the tower. His boot collided with a geyser that had burst from the ground, supporting his weight. As he walked away, smile still plastered on his face, his voice drifted out to the rain-filled skies.

♪ My songs know what you did in the dark. whoa-oh-ooooh~. ♫

Behind him, lying in the streets, were a few drunken sailors, those of which the world had never seen. What was more disappointing than a wasted heart? If they weren’t going to use it, they didn’t need it. Though they seemed unconscious, it was clear that they were no longer living. Water was his element, it coursed through him and he could control it at any given moment, so long as he played the right tune.

Did you know that the body consists of 60 to 70 percent water?
Demyx knows. He uses it when the ocean is too far to reach.

“Where are you, hero…?”