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Report | 10/18/2008 2:38 pm

Darkness Marluxia

[>0 yes! We had some cute rps.]

Report | 09/20/2008 6:17 pm

Darkness Marluxia

=w= I miss you...

Report | 09/06/2008 6:09 am

evening stroll

"Ah, Demyx.
Where did you go before?"

Report | 09/03/2008 1:16 pm

Please Get it Memorized

[/facepalm]
..Nevermind, Demyx.
Just-...nevermind.

...[/scoff]
You're acting like it's alive...

Report | 09/02/2008 1:45 pm

TakuniChan

I'm a raccoon girl. *wags tail* Its an honor to meet you!

Report | 09/02/2008 1:34 pm

XIRoxasX

[/nods a bit]
He keeps teasing me In ways I can't explain..
[/blushes madly, pushing index fingers together]
Um...What I mean is um....
Well...
[/major blush]

Report | 09/02/2008 4:25 am

Please Get it Memorized

Full of myself?
...You're just asking for a can of WHOOPASS!
D<

..don't poke me.
;;
[/swats at the sitar]

Report | 09/01/2008 9:08 pm

TakuniChan

Hai Demy. *waves*

Report | 09/01/2008 12:51 pm

Please Get it Memorized

- pain, death, and despaaaaiiiiirrrrr -

DDDD8

Report | 09/01/2008 12:38 pm

Please Get it Memorized

[/pats his head, laughing]
Don't get so uptight, Dem.
I was kiddin' around, jeez~
[/smiles]

Report | 09/01/2008 11:57 am

Unsteady Aim

You have funny hair, Mr.!
-giggles-

Report | 09/01/2008 11:53 am

XIRoxasX

[/smiles]
Nothin...Tormenting Aku n stuff, what cha been uo too you lil trouble maker~
[/teasing]

Report | 09/01/2008 11:51 am

Please Get it Memorized

[/laughs]
It took you a bit to figure that out, so I know you're fine.
[/grins]
But, yeah.
[/nodnod]

..Because you always get my hair wet.
[/points to sitar, raising a brow]
Do you know how long it takes for me to get it like this?

Report | 09/01/2008 11:46 am

XIRoxasX

DEM!
[/wavewave]
Hai demmy!
What~cha been up too?

Report | 09/01/2008 11:46 am

Please Get it Memorized

[/blinks]
Nnno.
I'm just cheery today.

..Tsh, happy to see you?
[/smiles, rolling eyes]

Report | 09/01/2008 11:44 am

Please Get it Memorized

Hey, Demyx!
8D

[/waves]

Report | 03/05/2008 12:50 pm

Darkness Marluxia

Marluxia hadn't intended to wash in the tub, rather, he intended to have the boy shower along-side him at the shower hanging from the wall. Marluxia always had been repulesed by the idea of washing in the water you intended to soak in later. Had he felt young Demyx's eyes roam over his body? Likely however, Marluxia didn't seem too distressed about the idea. They were both men--er... well, the question might have bene lifted whether Demyx was a man or a boy but that was irrelevant. What was relevant to the moment was the fact that Demyx had oh so casually snagged a bottle of shampoo that did not belong to him! Rose brows immediately pintched downward as Marluxia entertained the twerp's heartfelt effort to scrub himself clean. Nothing stung worse than a harsh smack on wet flesh and indeed, that was what Marluxia dealt out to the boy. As the boy had emptied the bottle into his grubby little palms, Marluxia's own soaped hand had whipped forward and with a pronounced smack!, his palm had cupped at the back of poor Demyx's naked bottom. "That does not belong to you," Marluxia corrected sharply swiftly drawing his hands back to to his own washing. Poor Demyx! He never could win against Marluxia, could he! It was as though he had been looking for any given reason to harass the poor child.
The request had been put forward for the boy to wash his back, and as the boy repeated himself, Marluxia allowed fair Demyx a courtesy that few recieved from the graceful assassin. "Yes, please." Please?! From Marluxia? Well, he was not a savage; he was a gentleman assassin or not! Patiently Marluxia awaited, sweeping his rose shaded locks away from his back which was smooth, silky, and white. Marluxia did have delightful skin however, it would seem that the shade of the bath water fascinated Demyx much more. Marluxia... His name had been whinpered so delicately. Ah! Marluxia did shiver within in delight and as the boy had slowly placed his hands to scrub the lovely blade's back, the rose king did reply to the boy's whimper for comfort. "What is it... Demikkusu," he purred. Ah! If only Demyx could be a bit rougher with the scrubbing. Marluxia rather preferred a good deep tissue massage now and again. Perhaps the boy's hand was too delicate? No matter, once his boy had lathered hi sback up suitably, Marluxia had once more turned the shower head off, rinsing his own back off. Standing, he cast a glance back toward lovely Demyx and smirked. Without so much as asking, he strolled behind the boy and allowed his palm to stroke across the boy's shoulderblades. "Shall I wash your back as well?" Hmm. Maybe it was best if Marluxia didn't? Would he take no for an answer?

Report | 03/02/2008 3:39 pm

Darkness Marluxia

Not a child? But how could Demyx not be a child in Marluxia's eyes? He behaved very childishly and had one of those, dare I say, baby faces. "Hn," Marluxia humphed in reply indicating that indeed Demyx had guessed correctly. Marluxia did consider him a child. As the boy fussed and resisted against his advances to lift him up, Marluxia smirked within, swiftly adding fuel to the boy's fight. "You even squeal like a child," he half purred-- half growled. Once the boy had been tucked up over his shoulder, the poor cowardly twerp soon found a half hearted swat gracing his rump simply for the small struggle he'd put up. Was that going to become a regular thing for poor Demyx to endure?! Likely. Into the bathroom they proceeded and onward with the process of readying the bath. Once Demyx had clamped himself down to the toilet, Marluxia did lift a brow. "Do stop sulking... Demyx," he scolded allowing himself to unthread the zipper of his robe. As Demyx skinned out of his boxer briefs, Marluxia did amazingly keep his eyes to his own task as though the little twerp's body either did not interest him, or disgusted him. Likely the first of the pair was the reality. It wasn't as though Marluxia had not seen man-parts before! He had a set of his own. Once the robe crumbled to the floor most would be surprised to find that he indeed wore a pair of pants beneath his robe! The boots were unthreaded from his feet and soon the trousers he wore were puddled at his ankles to reveal something quite boring: a pair of simple black briefs. Briefs which would have been white had he not been wearing black beneath it all. His own clothes were not left in a disorderly pile as Demyx's had been rather, instead, he folded them quite neatly and propped them upon the vanity's mantle leaving only his boots to the ground. Last came his briefs, which were streaked from his legs clean and neat to be piled atop his clothing. Marluxia had no sense of modesty to say the least and bearing that in mind, the graceful assassin found no reason to be ashamed or modest about his body in the slightest. Smooth, satin, hairless: Marluxia kept himself very well. Would he simply step into the bath? No. In fact, had Demyx made the motion to, Marluxia would have skinned the boy! "Shower first," Marluxia murmured, rudely enough taking the luxury of going first. Seating himself on the little wash bench, he turned the shower on, soon beginning the task of grooming himself. His shampoos were, of course, rose scented; the alluring aroma gently wafting about as he lathered his hair leaving the water off to do so, and soon rinsed himself clean leaving only the conditioner treatment in his hair for vanity's sake. "Demyx," He murmured casting a glance toward the sulking twerp. "Come and wash my back," Marluxia commanded. Iih. Wash the prince of pink's back?! What if he did it wrong?!!?

Report | 03/01/2008 3:43 pm

Darkness Marluxia

Wait? "I think not, my child," Marluxia replied quite flatly. Marluxia waited for no one as Larxene waited for none. Unfortunately, Larxene based her decision on impatience while Marluxia based his on what he felt to be superiority. As the boy stammered about his bed and other portions of his room, Marluxia cringed. That room would be spotless by the time he had finished. The way the boy carried on about it only furthered his desire to scour the room from head to toe leaving it floral and fresh. Unfortunately, this was not to be for as the boy brought up the idea of the bath once more, Marluxia began to worry about his own sheets. What did he mean he'd take a bath later? He was either dirty or he wasn't! With that in mind, Marluxia unceremoniously returned to the bed. No explanation came as he reached forward and hooked his hands beneath number nine's reedy arms. UP went gangly little Demyx and with minimal effort, Marluxia had draped the taller teen over his shoulder, securing him there with but one hand clamped at the small of Demyx's bare back. Ah me! Underpants on display once more? That's right, and worse than that, Marluxia had proceeded back out into the hallway whether Demyx was half naked or not! "Very well," he sweetly hissed; his gliding steps leading them straight away to the bathroom. "We shall wash early tonight." One had to love it how Marluxia simply changed the topic from room scouring to Demyx-scouring as though the prior had never been brought up; as though taking a bath had been Demyx's idea entirely. What's worse-- there was a we in that sentiment.
Once the pair had reached the bathroom, Marluxia nudged the door closed behind them with his boot heel, gently lowering the boy to the floor once more with but one warning. "Run from this and I will slowly peel your flesh away and feed it to your beloved fish." A disgusting thought but certainly something Marluxia would have done to a true adversary. Thankfully Demyx was not his adversary. The worst Demyx would ever wind up with was a red bottom rather than a rosy pink one... and that would have to be a pretty hefty offense. The quiet rumble of bath water soon hissed over the air along with the steam that surely came and with that, Marluxia began the ritual preparation for his bath. It was something occasionally Zexion enjoyed: the fresh cut leaves of Iris thrown into a bath for soothing ceremony: though his request for such a thing was quite rare. Quietly, he began to pull his things from the cupboards: his rose hip oil and a few bundles of iris leaves. Tossing the leaves: which were left bound, into the bath, he dotted the rose hip oil at the top of the filling water and then cast a cold command to poor Demyx. "Undress." what then? The groan of his own zipper sounded. Not Marluxia too! --oh yes! Marluxia wasn't about to waste an iris bath. Not even for Demyx.

Report | 03/01/2008 12:26 pm

evening stroll

"Do you not remember the effort Axel gave to find
Roxas again?" She asked, her voice seeming unsure. "He even gave his life...just to see him."
She lowered her head. turning her head another direction. But her body remaining in the same position.

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