[Demyx doesn't even get a chance to protest before Lestat pounces, let alone try to defend himself, eyes unable to even follow such fast movement. It's not quite blood that fills Lestat's mouth--cool, smoke-like Darkness billows out instead, brimming with a strange power ripe for the taking. (If Lestat can stomach it, if he dares drink deeply and seize it.) It's at once unspeakably bitter yet intoxicating, burning like the most potent liquor as it goes down; no doubt an acquired taste, if one is determined to acclimate themselves to it.
(The sun makes the water shine like pure jade, the foam spraying around him glitter like diamonds. He's weightless as the waves launch him up-up-up, high enough it feels like he could almost touch the clouds, laughing in pure joy as he reaches for the sky.)
(The bonfire's flames burn bright in the cool night air, the cocktails are flowing freely, and tonight's tipsy tourist crowd is feeling the festive luau atmosphere. Demyx struts and preens on their little beachside stage, smile dazzling as he strums his guitar. Soon, he's coaxed the entire party to start singing along; a few people even dance, once he starts taking requests.)
(Nani and David managing to squeeze out enough time for a date almost always means he's gonna get tapped for babysitting duty. Good thing he's one of the cool babysitters, right? He even has his own secret handshake with Lilo--and with Stitch, though that one's especially difficult. Having four arms gives you an unfair advantage with stuff like this, doesn't it?)
(He's never felt pure terror like this before in his life. Everywhere he looks, people are screaming, fighting futilely for their lives, dying, changing around him..... It's no use hiding behind locked doors when these things can melt into the shadows and simply slip right through the cracks. All he can think to do is snatch his surfboard up and swim out as far as he can, pray they can't follow him--only to realize with growing horror, that even completely adrift, he's not alone. One Sea Sprite clamps onto his leg with razor sharp fangs, then another, and another, and another.....
Cold seawater fills his lungs as he tries to scream, dragged beneath the waves by innumerable writhing creatures. He struggles in vain as the swarm (school?) converges on him, but even the pain of being ripped apart like this is merely a pale shadow of the incomprehensible agony of something indescribable being torn from him.)
('Look deep inside yourself, and reach for the power the Darkness has granted you. What did the echoes of your heart leave behind?' is easier said than done, but he tries his best. He focuses on that hollowness inside him, that void, that inescapable yearning for what was lost..... and when he opens his eyes, a sitar rests in his hands. He starts to play, with nothing to guide his melody but instinct; soon enough, plumes of water manifest to leap and dance around him, twirling and shaping themselves as naturally as breathing. This..... is what was in his heart? It feels..... He thinks he should say it feels right? Like he knows it's a part of him, right down to his bones.
But to be honest, he feels nothing at all. No rightness or belonging, no elation, no satisfaction. Instead, he just keeps playing, waiting for a sentiment that simply never comes. What else can he do?)
("The time has arrived. Look to the skies!" Xemnas raises his hands high, reaching for the heart-shaped moon overhead. "There hangs the heart of all hearts--Kingdom Hearts--shining down on us at last. See the countless hearts that have gathered? Hearts full of rage... hate... sadness... and bliss. There, in the sky, hangs the promise of a new world."
Xemnas turns to face them all. "My friends! Remember why we have organized--all the things we hope to achieve. The strength of the human heart is vast. Soon, though... we will have gained power over it! Never again will it... have power over us."
He watches the latest speech with thinly veiled disinterest, gaze distant, only barely paying attention to the Superior's words. Is it really the promise of a new world? The promise of being recompleted, of regaining all they had lost, of being human again? They've been working for this for so many years, slaving away for a goal that felt both impossibly unreachable and ridiculously improbable. And now just because they have the power of the Keyblade on their side, suddenly the end is drawing near? He doesn't even understand how exactly they're supposed to use Kingdom Hearts, once they've completed it. How is it going to give them back their hearts, when it's made out of everyone else's hearts? Can something like that really just be made out of whole cloth? Can they really accept a new heart, if it's not their own?
What a joke. This is never going to work, is it? He's going to be stuck like this, in this Light-forsaken place, with these Light-forsaken people, doing this Light-forsaken job, for the rest of his life. What he'd give to get out of here.....)
The connection is intense, Demyx will give him that. He expects being bitten to hurt, not..... not feel like this. It's thrilling in all the best ways, more intense than any orgasm he's had in his life, sets all his nerves aflame, leaves him achingly hard as he moans and clutches at Lestat's shirt..... But he doesn't feel content or euphoric? There's nothing to lose himself in, the way he'd expected there might be, just the catharsis of climax.]
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[Demyx doesn't even get a chance to protest before Lestat pounces, let alone try to defend himself, eyes unable to even follow such fast movement. It's not quite blood that fills Lestat's mouth--cool, smoke-like Darkness billows out instead, brimming with a strange power ripe for the taking. (If Lestat can stomach it, if he dares drink deeply and seize it.) It's at once unspeakably bitter yet intoxicating, burning like the most potent liquor as it goes down; no doubt an acquired taste, if one is determined to acclimate themselves to it.
(The sun makes the water shine like pure jade, the foam spraying around him glitter like diamonds. He's weightless as the waves launch him up-up-up, high enough it feels like he could almost touch the clouds, laughing in pure joy as he reaches for the sky.)
(The bonfire's flames burn bright in the cool night air, the cocktails are flowing freely, and tonight's tipsy tourist crowd is feeling the festive luau atmosphere. Demyx struts and preens on their little beachside stage, smile dazzling as he strums his guitar. Soon, he's coaxed the entire party to start singing along; a few people even dance, once he starts taking requests.)
(Nani and David managing to squeeze out enough time for a date almost always means he's gonna get tapped for babysitting duty. Good thing he's one of the cool babysitters, right? He even has his own secret handshake with Lilo--and with Stitch, though that one's especially difficult. Having four arms gives you an unfair advantage with stuff like this, doesn't it?)
(He's never felt pure terror like this before in his life. Everywhere he looks, people are screaming, fighting futilely for their lives, dying, changing around him..... It's no use hiding behind locked doors when these things can melt into the shadows and simply slip right through the cracks. All he can think to do is snatch his surfboard up and swim out as far as he can, pray they can't follow him--only to realize with growing horror, that even completely adrift, he's not alone. One Sea Sprite clamps onto his leg with razor sharp fangs, then another, and another, and another.....
Cold seawater fills his lungs as he tries to scream, dragged beneath the waves by innumerable writhing creatures. He struggles in vain as the swarm (school?) converges on him, but even the pain of being ripped apart like this is merely a pale shadow of the incomprehensible agony of something indescribable being torn from him.)
('Look deep inside yourself, and reach for the power the Darkness has granted you. What did the echoes of your heart leave behind?' is easier said than done, but he tries his best. He focuses on that hollowness inside him, that void, that inescapable yearning for what was lost..... and when he opens his eyes, a sitar rests in his hands. He starts to play, with nothing to guide his melody but instinct; soon enough, plumes of water manifest to leap and dance around him, twirling and shaping themselves as naturally as breathing. This..... is what was in his heart? It feels..... He thinks he should say it feels right? Like he knows it's a part of him, right down to his bones.
But to be honest, he feels nothing at all. No rightness or belonging, no elation, no satisfaction. Instead, he just keeps playing, waiting for a sentiment that simply never comes. What else can he do?)
("The time has arrived. Look to the skies!" Xemnas raises his hands high, reaching for the heart-shaped moon overhead. "There hangs the heart of all hearts--Kingdom Hearts--shining down on us at last. See the countless hearts that have gathered? Hearts full of rage... hate... sadness... and bliss. There, in the sky, hangs the promise of a new world."
Xemnas turns to face them all. "My friends! Remember why we have organized--all the things we hope to achieve. The strength of the human heart is vast. Soon, though... we will have gained power over it! Never again will it... have power over us."
He watches the latest speech with thinly veiled disinterest, gaze distant, only barely paying attention to the Superior's words. Is it really the promise of a new world? The promise of being recompleted, of regaining all they had lost, of being human again? They've been working for this for so many years, slaving away for a goal that felt both impossibly unreachable and ridiculously improbable. And now just because they have the power of the Keyblade on their side, suddenly the end is drawing near? He doesn't even understand how exactly they're supposed to use Kingdom Hearts, once they've completed it. How is it going to give them back their hearts, when it's made out of everyone else's hearts? Can something like that really just be made out of whole cloth? Can they really accept a new heart, if it's not their own?
What a joke. This is never going to work, is it? He's going to be stuck like this, in this Light-forsaken place, with these Light-forsaken people, doing this Light-forsaken job, for the rest of his life. What he'd give to get out of here.....)
The connection is intense, Demyx will give him that. He expects being bitten to hurt, not..... not feel like this. It's thrilling in all the best ways, more intense than any orgasm he's had in his life, sets all his nerves aflame, leaves him achingly hard as he moans and clutches at Lestat's shirt..... But he doesn't feel content or euphoric? There's nothing to lose himself in, the way he'd expected there might be, just the catharsis of climax.]
Y-you weren't kidding, huh?