Childhood trauma

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Who: Demyx & Zexion (Faris if he wants to join)
Where: Demyx's place
When: Afternoon, around the time Vani's floods show up
Style: I'll match.
Status: Closed


Once again a large shadowy portal opened into Demyx's living room and once again, Zexion exited from it, however this time, he wasn't injured in any way, unless you cared to mark old childhood traumas which had risen from their supposed grave to take hold of the man. The blue eyes carried a trace of the fright which had driven him to seek company so as to distract himself from the blue creatures which skittered about the plaza currently. He could only hope they'd be dealt with in short order and that no more would appear to take their place.

Closing the portal behind him, he allowed himself to fall into the recliner chair he saw and pulled his legs up against him into the seat, so as to wrap his arms around them. It was a foolish thing that he let something so small and likely just as weak as a shadow drive him into such a state, but as pathetic as it might seem, he couldn't help the fear which rose up when he'd first laid eyes on the creatures again.

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[ninthserenade]

When Demyx came home to check up on his fish and feed the cat, he didn't expect to see Zexion in the living room curled up in the chair. It was almost alarming, especially after what happened last time. He still couldn't look at the spot on the floor where the Nobody had perished, so he was reluctant to approach.

But reluctance or not, he found himself behind the chair and after a moment's hesitation, he nudged it with his foot. "...Zexion?"

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Zexion had been rather wrapped up in both thought and freshly revived memories and thus Demyx's entry had been missed for the most part, until he'd felt the nudge against the chair, which caused him briefly to jump as if something had startled him, the name following seconds after explaining the nudge and slowly calming frazzled nerves.

"Hello, Demyx. I hope you don't mind my visiting?"

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He shook his head and leaned over the back of the chair to rock it gently, his head tilted to one side out of curiosity.

"Mind you visiting? Nah. I like having you around. It's been kinda quiet 'round here lately so I've been jumping around here and Faris's." The musician paused, then reached down to prod at Zexion's shoulder. "You seem freaked. What happened?"

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He leaned back against the back of the chair, head resting against it as he looked up at the blond behind him. He watched Demyx quietly for a minute before finally speaking quietly to answer the question. "A piece of my..."

Hesitation, a couple seconds pause. "...of Ienzo's past... came to visit this place." The blue eyes closed for several seconds before opening again to look away into the distance off to one side. "An unpleasant piece.."

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"...Anything I can do to help, dude? Hugs? Noogies? Burnt leftover pancakes from last night?" In truth, he wanted to scoop Zexion up and tell him it would be alright, that he'd protect him from anything that thought about harming him. He figured it would be too awkward though, so he'd stick with the simple things.

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That got Demyx a look of mixed disbelief and amusement. "Just your company would be nice." He could have gone home and curled up with his cat, but that wouldn't have been the same as this. As intelligent as the feline was, she was when all was said and done, just a cat. She could listen, but she couldn't speak in return. It would have left him wanting better company.

"Do you have any tea? I could make it for both of us." It would give him something else to focus on and allow him to collect his thoughts as he worked.

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That earned a surprised look. Just his company, huh? Alright, he could work with that. "Yeah. I've been drinking it non-stop like crazy these last couple days to keep myself calm 'n junk. Darjeeling okay?" He never thought about getting anything else, even if he did like some of the others.

"I think I got some oreos too... People eat those with tea, right? Or is that coffee?"

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"I think it's milk actually, but I don't see why we can't eat them with the tea." Zexion replied as he uncurled from his position in the chair and got to his feet.

When he actually located and entered the kitchen, he paused on the threshold and cast a look of disbelief back at Demyx. How in the world the blond got anything done in the disaster he was seeing, was beyond him. With a sigh, he discarded his coat onto the couch in the living room and rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, headed back into Demyx's kitchen.

"Tell your Dancer to get herself a clean towel, I'll wash these and she can dry them and put them away where they go."

Once the mountain of dishes had been dealt with, then the rest would be much simpler to clear away and then he would feel better about actually making tea in this room, and perhaps something more filling than cookies.

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"What?" His tone was incredulous as he looked between Zexion and the kitchen, "It's not as bad as looks! Really!" Actually, it was. Without Lea around as often and himself being out of the house as of late things just started to pile up. Not to mention Axel having been in that weird sleep-coma again... He shook his head and snapped his fingers to send the Dancer off to do as Zexion asked. ...Even with Xigbar around things never got that bad, he realized. The older Nobody kept him in line. What would happen if the others went home? Zexion, Faris, Lea, Axel?

He didn't know, nor did he want to think about it. When the Dancer returned with a fresh towel, Demyx stood awkwardly in the threshold. "I'll, uh... I'll try to keep it under control next time."

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Zexion didn't bother to reply to that statement, already working on removing and sorting the mountain of dishes out of the sink, so he could clean those out and fill them both with water, one to wash in, one to rinse in. Once he actually got started washing, between him and the Dancer working on things, it didn't take too long before the dishes were done and the sinks were emptied.

He washed the counters, table and stove off and then set to checking what all Demyx had hidden within his cabinets and fridge.