melodious nocturne

the wielder held in a sigh of his own.

           ❛ Then lets get going I guess. ❜

  (   Knowing Demyx he would have to do              most of the fighting.   )

                                  and again,                                               he sighs. a little quieter, a little bit LESS.                                               not less anything in particular, just... less.  

                                                                               ( less of a FACADE ? )

                            ‘ Are you going to move? ’ 

            A curious endeavor, truly, she understands not the reason beneath asking one to step from ground if ground were not to be used by another.

                                    “ ....   ”

nocturnisms

' who do you think will win the match?   that dude with like five arms or that   other dude with maybe four-point-five   legs. ’

                                      “ I like arms guy              ”                                      “ think of the tunes he could play ! ”

                              ❝  i'm afraid that's NOT possible.  ❞

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( ╯☾╰ ) ┅┅┅

  ❝ ' ——————————-you’re late. ’ ❞

     atramentous locks sway with her turn, attention      caught like marine life, respect twice as fleeting.

     ‘ —why? ’

                             his expression falls blank ;;                         why do they always gotta ask questions ?  he just                                 wants to do his job. just wants             ( a HEART ).  

                                            ( he wants to feel more than echoes. )

                                 a big whoooosh                                                               ( a sigh ! ) & hands on his hips.

            Hesitation is executed before motion, and with unspoken curiosity, weight would shift from one foot to another; she moves from previous placement.

                                    “ ooo         it worked          !  ”

        {♕}    Oh! She’s seen a cloak like that before, not so long ago in fact.             But presently, at the center of far more interest and ever-so-fitting priorities:                                         ❝      Is that a sitar? What an odd                                                 shape. Does it actually work? ❞

                            “ of course         ! ”                       ( he wouldn't drag it around if it didn't... it's HEAVY. )