interstellar5555 | Fate meant it to be [closed]

Who: Demyx and Roxas
What: Two musicians with a past all too familiar meet up at a musical equipment store looking for different things (to buy), but looking for similar things (reason)
When: Mid April
Where: Best band equipment selling store that also has an ice cream shop next to it
Warnings: At best vulgar. Other than that, TBA

With all the memories that have come rushing towards him in his extended period of sleep, Roxas has been left a little off his balance here. There has been way too much that has populated his mind of what was, what would have been, what should have been.. and everything about where he is now disagrees with that, upsetting this supposed balance he thought he had.

So, to cope with it in a way that doesn't involve serious self-destruction, he'll be at the most popular store available that sells band equipment and is closest to an ice cream shop. If anyone asks, he's looking for anything to accentuate the sound that drums have to offer. But really he's just looking for a distraction. All this is too much to take. Where is ---- when Roxas needs him?...

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Playing, really playing while holding a serious conversation is not something that Roxas is going to add to his list of skills. It takes a few, not because he doesn't have interest but he'd rather move his music into an easy beat he can keep up with while engaging.

"You don't have to go back any more than I do. So, not at all. As for the light.. I think you're past that point. Wouldn't it have done something by now, anyway?"

Roxas just didn't have the benefit of his years of experience. He was not able to do anything like that as a beginner, not even close. Demyx could play with his eyes closed if he felt like it.

"I don't know, they haven't found us either, have they?" He asked, tilting his head. At least, he didn't think so. That girl he'd met, Destiny, he had no idea she was connected.

"I'm not sure that I can't avoid it. I mean, I don't like missions and stuff but what will I do instead Rox? What-I have nowhere else to go. My family, my world is gone!"

That unhealthy stream of self-doubt earns an especially rough smack on the cymbals, the crashing sound reverberating for a few seconds longer than it should have. "You'll just live. Even if you don't know what you want to do yet, it'll be on your own terms at least."

Hell, even Roxas doesn't know what he really wants out of this life. "Like your music, just let it do what it does."

"You say that Roxas, you say that like I know how to do that!" Demyx said, flustered. "I don't know how to do that, I don't know what to do. If I didn't have a schedule I'd...what would I even do?"

Demyx's self-doubt was creeping into his music, his mood so easy to read when he had a sitar in hand.

"I'm supposed to be an adult for one thing but I don't even know adult things."

Okay.. that one was on him. The drum beat slows to a stop, sticks eventually finding their home back at rest on the surface of a snare. "You're right.. I'm sorry. I don't know how to do that myself, actually."

Being the age he is, he shouldn't. "We'll figure it out though.. right? How hard can it be? Tons of dysfunctional people do it every day. Why can't.. we?" Hopefully that's comforting, at least as comforting as it can be, but he realizes it might miss the mark.

"Yeah. I mean, the Superior has always taken care of me." If one meant throwing him into harm's way, demanding a punishing schedule out of him and meeting exactly none of his needs as 'taking care of him'.

"Have to figure it out, yeah." He smiled a little, rubbing his hands awkwardly. "I guess you're right. We can do that together maybe?"

Demyx wasn't really ready to set himself out on his own.

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