Warm and asleep in his bed--and quite content to boot, Vexen stirred little when the other body slipped under his covers. It had been ages since he'd spent the night with another person...
Years, he would have resolved, if awake. It had been years ago, before he was Vexen...when he was still Even... More than once he'd fallen asleep in another's bed, too tired to move from it, after a long day working with Ansem and the others. Elaeus was best during winter--warmest of the six, with a bed big enough for three or four of them to pass out on, after a long after-hours discussion of their latest project.
But this... Vexen stretched and yawned, rolling over onto his side, moving in closer to the new warmth in his bed. Oh...it was nice. It would keep his sleep good and deep and even all night. (It would do wonders for his blood pressure)
But...the clone never did return. So curious, Luxord gave way after it, following the path it had taken. In doing so, he wound up standing in a doorway, watching the backs of Demyx and the clone--watching both of them stare off at....nothing? Luxord got the creeping feeling that he'd just missed a rather class-act in disappearing.
"Ahem--" he cleared his through, chuckling with a bit of a grin upon his lips. "You talking to someone there, Nine?" he asked, arms crossed with hips swain slightly to the side. What a cocky b*****d. "Have I missed a party?"
*Axel arches a brow as one of Demyx's clones makes an unexpected appearance. He just stood there watching Demyx and his clone disperse in conversation or a one-sided one at that. Things weren't looking up for them anymore it seems.* Well this doesn't seem to be going smoothly anymore. *He sighs and opens a portal.* You don't have to tell me twice to make myself scarce. Just hope you can handle that clone of yours before Luxord shows up. *He then walks through the portal, it closing behind him, an unknown destination in sight that Demyx doesn't know where he's going.*
"Alright then--" he gave a chuckles and a nod, arms crossing over his chest. "I'll hold tight. You do what you must."
What a lovely deal indeed. With one on his side, he could quite possibly have all the other clones helping as well! What a lovely set-up indeed! He was bound to find the culprit quickly! Fortune was smiling up him again~ oh...what warm rays it cast...
Luxord nodded, giving the clone a sweet and thankful smile. "Thankyou, luv. It means so much."
He was a real player alright--he could hold a poker face like no other, and toss emotions around like card into a hat. "Again--thank you..." he repeated, coming in nice and close. These things had free will, intellect, and quite possibly, real emotion. And Luxord would play off ever angle he could to get what he wanted. "It feels wonderful to have someone willing to help around here... you're a saint..." and quite gently, quite slowly...he leaned in and kissed the other.
Now this...this honestly surprised the man. This water clone of Demyx's looking to him with such a remorseful expression... It was practically heartbreaking (proving you had a heart). For the sake of keeping the thing from freaking out and running off, he kept nice and calm, moving slowly. Luxord reached out, touching the water clone's hand that grazed against his green hair. "Someone did a nasty thing to me, luv--they played a trick on me. Wasn't that mean of them?" he asked, speaking in a way that didn't quite treat the other being as it were under him...but moreso speaking for an easier understanding.
"I wish I knew who it was..." he continued, mirroring back the clone's sad expression. "It hurts me to know that someone hates me this much to do this..." Lies, lies, and a bag or chips. Luxord wanted cold, hard, revenge. But...that could wait... He had a clone to sweet talk first.
Storming past, far angrier than he'd been since he could remember--Luxord barely heard the soft sound made by the...the... --what the hell had that been? Pausing in his steps, Luxord backpedaled a few steps. It had looked like Nine, but hadn't and...
"Oh...you." His words came a bit harsh, but also with an edge of surprise. "I thought Demyx didn't like you lot out of his sight..." It wore a rather sober expression--which did much to melt the heart. "Ah...are you perhaps...lost?" he ventured, a little curious in his own right.
Really? Vexen got blamed for what I did and he got payback for being wrongly blamed? *Axel snickers, looking very amused at the whole situation starting to unfold that he didn't know of before.* As long as we don't end up saying something about it, we might stay in the clear for a long time. Since Marly and Vexen seem to be going at it and Luxord probably hasn't suspected anyone as of yet.
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Name: Demyx Rank: IX / 9 Title: The Melodious Nocturne Age: 19ish? Height: About 5'9 - 5'10ish? Eye Color: Aqua Hair Color: Golden to Dirty blond (due to high lights) in a punk mullet fashion Blood Type: O Element: Water Weapon of Choice: Sitar
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Years, he would have resolved, if awake. It had been years ago, before he was Vexen...when he was still Even... More than once he'd fallen asleep in another's bed, too tired to move from it, after a long day working with Ansem and the others. Elaeus was best during winter--warmest of the six, with a bed big enough for three or four of them to pass out on, after a long after-hours discussion of their latest project.
But this... Vexen stretched and yawned, rolling over onto his side, moving in closer to the new warmth in his bed. Oh...it was nice. It would keep his sleep good and deep and even all night. (It would do wonders for his blood pressure)
But what....what would morning bring?
"Ahem--" he cleared his through, chuckling with a bit of a grin upon his lips. "You talking to someone there, Nine?" he asked, arms crossed with hips swain slightly to the side. What a cocky b*****d. "Have I missed a party?"
What a lovely deal indeed. With one on his side, he could quite possibly have all the other clones helping as well! What a lovely set-up indeed! He was bound to find the culprit quickly! Fortune was smiling up him again~ oh...what warm rays it cast...
He was a real player alright--he could hold a poker face like no other, and toss emotions around like card into a hat. "Again--thank you..." he repeated, coming in nice and close. These things had free will, intellect, and quite possibly, real emotion. And Luxord would play off ever angle he could to get what he wanted. "It feels wonderful to have someone willing to help around here... you're a saint..." and quite gently, quite slowly...he leaned in and kissed the other.
Seal the deal, baby.
Xaldin then turned the page on his book Battle Royale and pushed up has glasses.
"I wish I knew who it was..." he continued, mirroring back the clone's sad expression. "It hurts me to know that someone hates me this much to do this..." Lies, lies, and a bag or chips. Luxord wanted cold, hard, revenge. But...that could wait... He had a clone to sweet talk first.
"Oh...you." His words came a bit harsh, but also with an edge of surprise. "I thought Demyx didn't like you lot out of his sight..." It wore a rather sober expression--which did much to melt the heart. "Ah...are you perhaps...lost?" he ventured, a little curious in his own right.