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thenearshore2017-01-12 12:00 pm
sitarsongs) wrote in thenearshore2017-01-12 12:00 pm
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[closed] I'm A What?
Who: Demyx and Kija
What: Introductions
Where: Kija’s Temple
When: Backdated to shortly after Demyx’s arrival
Warnings: Sheer idiocy. Frustration.
[ So... tired...
Rubbing his blue-green eyes incessantly, Demyx has been wandering for what seems like an eternity, stumbling aimlessly through landscape unfamiliar, yet not alarming. He doesn’t feel particularly lost per se, but he couldn’t pinpoint his location on a map, either; in fact, if he’d just used one of those, perhaps he wouldn’t be where he is right now.
But, hindsight is always crystal clear, as they say; and it’s too late to chide himself for his own mistakes anyway, even if he was a fan of self-discipline whatsoever, (which, spoilers: he’s not). So he shuffles onward, blearily eyeing his surroundings without sincerely noting them at all, running on fumes quickly evaporating. He’s about ready to drop before he senses some sort of... light at the end of the tunnel? Something like that.
For whatever reason, there’s a pull, a kind of draw to this place not unlike a magnet. The closer he gets to it, the more it welcomes him; warm; like he could stay a while, to say the least. What it is, he can’t say; he’s never seen anything quite like it before. But there are stairs leading up to what appears to be the main entrance, and... yeah, Demyx doesn’t have the energy for that left. (Honestly, it’s questionable whether or not he would on his best days.)
So he plops down onto the nearest front step... and promptly topples over.
By the time he’s found, he’ll be curled up snoozing on the temple’s front steps, snoring lightly and likely drooling from one corner of his mouth.Adorable, right? Right. ]
What: Introductions
Where: Kija’s Temple
When: Backdated to shortly after Demyx’s arrival
Warnings: Sheer idiocy. Frustration.
[ So... tired...
Rubbing his blue-green eyes incessantly, Demyx has been wandering for what seems like an eternity, stumbling aimlessly through landscape unfamiliar, yet not alarming. He doesn’t feel particularly lost per se, but he couldn’t pinpoint his location on a map, either; in fact, if he’d just used one of those, perhaps he wouldn’t be where he is right now.
But, hindsight is always crystal clear, as they say; and it’s too late to chide himself for his own mistakes anyway, even if he was a fan of self-discipline whatsoever, (which, spoilers: he’s not). So he shuffles onward, blearily eyeing his surroundings without sincerely noting them at all, running on fumes quickly evaporating. He’s about ready to drop before he senses some sort of... light at the end of the tunnel? Something like that.
For whatever reason, there’s a pull, a kind of draw to this place not unlike a magnet. The closer he gets to it, the more it welcomes him; warm; like he could stay a while, to say the least. What it is, he can’t say; he’s never seen anything quite like it before. But there are stairs leading up to what appears to be the main entrance, and... yeah, Demyx doesn’t have the energy for that left. (Honestly, it’s questionable whether or not he would on his best days.)
So he plops down onto the nearest front step... and promptly topples over.
By the time he’s found, he’ll be curled up snoozing on the temple’s front steps, snoring lightly and likely drooling from one corner of his mouth.
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It sure feels like it, if anything ever has. And he’s encountered enough gods by now to know that this one feels different than the others. Roxas and Sora, Riku and the others... they didn’t have even the barest hint of familiarity to them. Though they were uncommonly kind to him, they were still strangers. Good Samaritans, perhaps? Whatever. The overarching point is, this place feels like somewhere he’s been before and somewhere he needs to stay; and this man, more like a friend than passerby of pure happenstance.
So he watches Kija as he excuses himself, seeing him return with a book. There’s more blinking as his head shakes at that question. ]
Mm-mm.
[ So long as he’ll still be Demyx, he means. And he will. Though he’s by nature a timid soul whose inner steel, resolve, and prowess are safely, neatly buried and tremendously hard to evoke from beneath all his more-prevalent laziness and cowardice, he feels no fear. This is right. ]