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Lunar vii

Hey, I'm Saix Claymore. Seventeen year old junior, living on Destiny Island and attending Kingdom Hearts High school. Living with my father and step mother although the three of us don't really speak much. I also have two pet dogs. That pretty much all there is to say. So just let me know if you need anything.

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— I’ll hide you, if it gets too much [Saix + Demyx]

studentdemyx:

Demyx blinked over to Saix, he was a little surprised by his friend’s suggestion, but he did like the idea. Demyx hadn’t gone back to see his mom’s grave since the actual funeral, he didn’t really want to acknowledge that she was really gone by visiting her, but maybe it was the best way to just move on, plus he had his friend there for some sort of support.

Demyx nodded at him, “Yeah, do you think we can?” he asked Saix curiously, hoping that the blue haired boy was actually going to accompany him.

Saix waited for the reply to his offer and when the blonde did he gave a weak smile. At lease Demyx was willing to go. That was a start right? The bluete really didn’t care for the whole grief thing. When his mother had died he’d handled it and the guilt of being the one to survive in away that would never leave him. It was carved into his face. Still he couldn’t allow for someone he cared for as a friend deal the same way. He got to his feet.

“It should be fine.” The teen said, offering a hand to Demyx to help him up. “I don’t see why we couldn’t”

— I’ll hide you, if it gets too much [Saix + Demyx]

studentdemyx:

Demyx nodded slowly, “Thanks, Saix. You’re a good friend, you really are.” he said as he stared down at the grass by his feet. He knew that this kind of situation wasn’t Saix’s area of expertise, hell Demyx didn’t really know what to say or do either, so he was just thankful Saix was even listening. Demyx shook his head and sighed, looking up at the clouds in the sky.

“I didn’t get to really say goodbye, not really. I said it on the way out, but I didn’t really get to see her. I didn’t hug her on the way out, I didn’t tell her ‘I love you’, I just said see you later. But how was I supposed to know it would be the last time, y’know?”

“No problem…” Saix muttered in a weak tone, running his hand over the boy’s hair, petting him lightly. No one had ever said something like that before. Not to him anyway. And the bluete had no problem with that, he didn’t need the pressure of living up to someone’s expectation like that. He was close to a few people- mainly Marluxia. And now Demyx. He frowned, unsure how to react to this new found responsibility.

The blonde’s last comments made him feel a sharp pain in his chest. It was sad, what the other was feeling. Sad that he had to feel it considering the kind of person the blonde was. “I’m sorry Dem.” He sighed, dropping his hands to his lap and leaning against the tree they were seated under. “Would you like visit her?”

It was a random suggestion, but maybe it would help?

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Not mine!

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Not mine!

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— Deadly Encounter. ☠ [Saix&Marluxia]

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Marluxia’s deep gaze behind cerulean eyes were in admiration of the golden eyes which belonged to his friend’s staring back up at him as his hands had traveled to his face, coddling him. He stared down to a thumb brushing over his cut lip for a moment before returning his eyes back to his friend’s facial expression as Marluxia’s tender finger tips had caressed continuously on his neck in hopes to distract Saix from his current worries of the pinkette’s physical wounds. It didn’t bother him at all. In fact he was overcome by other emotions to even consider the injuries that didn’t need to be mended at the moment – He was too into the moment to worry about his own injuries, but he would take Saix’s own affliction into consideration. Even briefly he had felt the sense of uneasiness drifted away when it came to the warmness he felt from a compassionate soft mouth against his own.

As they were softly pressing close to each other, nearly cocooned in the embrace with the cobalt-haired male whose hands had roamed about on his body, while tangled in Mar’s salmon strands of his hair. He felt the distance being compressed, their bodies slightly near the point of collision. As they shared a mouth engagement followed by lively tongues seeking authority and command of the other, Mar could feel the ends up his lips curling into a mused smile toward the motion and he easily played along. Noting that Saix had taken a break for some air, Marluxia had raised a free hand to help brush the blue strands of his friend’s away from his face as he gave an impish smile.

A hot breath on along the cape of his neck tingled against his skin when Saix had brought up his name, though his fingers continued to mingle through blue hair at the side’s of Saix’s face. He paused his movement to look down to his friend’s face to his worry. “Of course,” he murmured with tracing fingers over the bluet’s cheeks in a gentle caress. Marluxia’s bothered look in his eyes had figured out Saix’s words in a matter of seconds, “They don’t hurt much anymore. Don’t worry yourself so much, Sai.” He reached with one of his hands, searching for one of Saix’s and carefully examined his bruises knuckles that were raised to Marluxia’s mouth, greeting them with a peck of soft lips. 

“I worry because it’s you.” He said with a small smirk, as the other pressed his kips on his hand.He was smirking but his words were oddly serious. The teen had always been taking care of his friend and that wasn’t going to change. Well not in a negative anyway. He’d be oddly alright with it continuing like this. He leaned against the boy’s hand as the other touched his face. “But that’s good.” The bluete cooed, leaning back against him. Propping himself up on a elbow, he pushed his mouth back against the pink haired boy’s, pulling back into the kiss as he held the boy against him. He couldn’t help but enjoy every kiss and touch from the other, his body feeling warm, pressed onto the other.

Arm still coiled around Marly’s waist he lifted him lightly off the couch for a moment before pushing him lightly under him. He wondered if the other would care, but said nothing, slipping his hand down the pinkette’s arm, lacing their fingers together. He leaned more into the other’s mouth, pushing his tongue in once more to distract as he pinned the boy’s arm above his head on the couch. Pulling the one arm on the boy’s back out from under him, Saix placed his palm on the boy’s hip, nails digging lightly into his side. He wasn’t sure what he was doing anymore, but the bluete wasn’t stopping if there was no resistance.

When the taller teen pulled his mouth away, biting down on the other’s lip for a instant, he couldn’t hide the small smirk creeping on his face. Saix brushed the boy’s hair aside, leaning down to trace his tongue lightly against Marluxia’s collarbone.

— Deadly Encounter. ☠ [Saix&Marluxia]

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Marluxia wasn’t exactly sure how far this escape would prolong for, or if there was any intention of discontinuing any more of their tension that they could agree with – if that was even worth considering what they were in the middle of doing. Could he even stop to think about something like this from going on any further? Pushing thoughts aside, he could only feel his clouded mind start to drift away and found himself staring into honey-colored eyes that looked distant; looking away from him. But the kiss had restored his faith, knowing that their worries, or awkward feelings had succumbed and gone astray as their connection rekindled with just a mere, simple press upon each other’s lips. They were squeezed close with locked lips, and lingering tongues sharing the taste of each other’s. Feeling the closeness of hands flowing through strands of his own hair, and the sudden weight change of being pulled forward until they met the couch. A brush of finger tips against his side made a faint tingle travel along his spine, and as he gasped for air he could only stammer out short, breaths whilst a tongue traveled against his lips. He could only feel his lip quiver to Saix’s words and his growl that his keen ears picked up. He slyly grinned, “Me neither,” he returned with a secure voice, nearly with a slight purr. He tensed to the feel of a hot breath and teeth grazing his collar bone. He chuckled to Saix’s witty remark, sliding precise fingers against the bluet’s neck, caressing against his flesh as he inhaled a breathe before their next lip lock, and trembled to the lip bite. He easily allowed the entry of his golden-eyed friend, sliding his own tongue back against the other’s while his lips pressed close.

Looking back up to meet his friends eye’s he felt a small bit of guilt for not taking the others injuries into account. Frowning at the memory he moved his hand to cup the boy’s face, running his thumb gently across a small cut on the other’s mouth. A small bit of rage began to build in the teen but he ignored it, instead becoming alert to Marluxia’s fingers trace on his neck. The sensation sent a shock through Saix,  causing small chills to rise up his arm, the dark, playful expression returning. Part of his mind was beginning to wander away from the couch, wondering what had snapped and caused the change from friends to well… What ever was happening now. The louder part of his mind didn’t care. Instinct taking over he didn’t even want to speak anymore, just capture the other’s soft mouth with his own.

As soon as he did, the earlier conversation had completely left the bluete’s mind and he was no longer concerned with the events of the previous hours. With the other pulled down with him, Saix’s smirk widened a bit, moving the one hand from Marluxia’s side and down on the curve of the pinkette’s back, the other moving back to tangled the soft pink hair. Shifting a bit he pulled Marluxia closer against him, closing any of the small space left between them. Fighting back as the pinkette sought to slip his tongue against Saix’s, he pushed back commanding control as he explores the boy’s mouth with his own. There were a few more moments before he had to pull back for air, letting his head drop against the couch, he pushed some messy strands of blue hair that had fallen around his face, breathing still a bit short.

“Mar…” he leaned into the other, burring his head into the other’s neck,  lips tracing lightly as he spoke in a low raspy voice. “You okay?” the bluete wasn’t entirely sure why he was asking, but the quick change in tension between the two was new and he couldn’t ignore the slight nagging that was telling him to stop.

— Ooc;

Just did a list/count. Between ALL my blogs, I have 36 rps going on.

-implodes-

I think I need to drop some characters, but I’ll think about it this weekend. Now I need sleep.

Night everyone

— Coffee again (Zexion+Saix)

It was almost a type of ritual for the teen to head to the cafe, every morning there wasn’t school. It was a bit out of the way and the coffee wasn’t amazing, but it was better then stewing in the awkward of his home. So dressed in a pair of dark jeans and his accustomed black zip up, Saix walked from his quiet neighborhood and down towards the town

The slightly awkward part of living on the island was the slight claustrophobia that came with being able to walk mostly everywhere. The smell of the ocean and slight breeze was nice but still he missed the impersonal feel that came with a city. While despite his odd appearance he seemed to go unnoticed there, here people seemed to know him. Mostly through his father and step mother, but it was hard to miss or not recognize a tall teen with blue hair, yellow eyes, and a giant scar. So while most of the time it was just gossiping amongst the “mature” adults, every now again there was an antagonizing peer, asking to become a punching bag.

Today was quiet however. Which suited the teen. Not a lot of people were out and even through the glass windows of the cafe things seemed at ease. He walked into the small shop, arrive at the counter and purchasing his drink quickly before retreating to his usual table in the back. He hadn’t brought a book or any work to do, but sitting and enjoying the quiet was enough. First however, he would have to wait for his coffee to cool.

— I’ll hide you, if it gets too much [Saix + Demyx]

studentdemyx:

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Saix eyed Demyx curiously. It was strange to see his friend like this and he had no idea what to do. When Saix’s mother had died all he wanted to do was punch thing. Fight, break, do anything to make other’s hurt as much as he was. Granted he was eight. And a different person. Demyx however always seemed to have a better handle on things. Even when they first met he was kind to Saix despite the fact he was beaten up. He always seemed cheery.

This difference was a bit startling.

With a sigh the blue haired teen sat down next to him, yellow eyes scanning the courtyard. He turned to the blonde’s words and shrugged. “It’s not to bad.” He muttered in response. He wasn’t entirely sure what he could do now. Just keep with the small talk? Maybe.

“Demyx…” He said, looking over at the other with a slightly stern but concerned look. “Do you need to talk?” Saix wanted to hit himself. God he wasn’t some consular! And comforting people wasn’t his thing. Not even close. He sounded like some old therapist. But it was all he could think of.

Demyx looked over at Saix, he was a little surprised to hear Saix offer to listen to him. The boy sighed and nodded slowly, he bit his bottom lip and looked up at the sky. “I… I just…” Demyx tried to find the words he was looking for but nothing came out, he quickly lowered his head and stared down at the grass beneath him. Demyx held his forehead and a small sob could be heard between the two, “I’m just so tired of thinking about this.” he said, his voice cracking as he spoke. “I’m sick of people looking at me weird, and I’m sick of others telling me it’s okay, because it’s not, it’s not okay.” he said, wiping his hand down his face and biting his bottom lip again.

“Sorry Saix, I don’t mean to just dump my feeling on you.”

The blue haired teen, looked at the other with a slight hint of panic seeping into his yellow eyes, despite the calm expression on his face. Saix wasn’t one who was accustom to situations like this. People didn’t just cry around him. He only allowed one or two people close enough for that to happen. And even if he’d stumble upon someone else who was emotionally distraught, Saix would move on, assuming it wasn’t his problem. But a friend was different and Demyx was one of the few he had.

With a small sigh he reached out and awkwardly patted the other on the shoulder. “Demyx…” he didn’t really know what to say, but made sure to keep a comforting tone in his voice as he spoke. “It’s fine, I don’t mind.” and no, the bluete didn’t mind his friend venting out his feelings. Did it make him feel extremely awkward? Yes, yes it did. But it wasn’t about how he felt. Or it shouldn’t. The blonde was obviously hurt and it was Saix’s duty to listen.

He wondered silently if he should hug the other. The majority of his physical contact consisted of fighting. And after ten plus years if that he wasn’t sure. Instead he kept his hand on the other’s shoulder and leaned his head on Demyx’s. “Sorry, Dem.”