#demyx01

@sitariist || rip Demyx's Sitar

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Hands on his hips the only thing Xigbar can do from the sight he's seeing is let out a low whistle,

"Yanno, I never thought i'd see the day where that guitar wasnt strapped to your back, Blondie."

Then comes a small laugh as he jumps down from the high spot where he was just... People watching, probably.

@demyxstardust

When Saix woke up all he felt was pain. He head throbbed and ached and the noise that was stirring from the waking party guests were not helping. The nausea was overbearing and soon the boy was up and heading over to the toilet in record speeds. 

As he emptied his stomach, the nausea began to dissipate, leaving him more alert now. There was a stranger passed out in the tub, a bottle in their arms. Despicable. Saix groaned and went to wash his face. As he looked up, his eyes widened in horror, his hands gripping the now short ends of his luscious blue hair. 

Gone.

Gone were his blue locks. Gone, his silky hair that he had grown out for years. The swirl of raw emotion that was rising from the pit of Saix’s stomach was not helping with his hangover. A loud roar came from the snarled lips of the man as he stormed out of the bathroom and into the living room. He didn’t recall taking over his shirt and he definitely didn’t recall having his hair butchered to an undercut. 

The anger that radiated through him came in such fearsome waves that those awake not only steered away from him, but they lowered their eyes, avoiding his murderous glare. He was going to find out who did this and kill them.

He found his hair in a trail. There were small strips that eventually led to a sleeping blonde on the couch.

@demyxstardust

High noon, a great time to sit outside and enjoy the sun. Alice was perched under a tree, the shade keeping her cool from the rising heat. Her hands cupped ice tea, her lap carried her sweets. This was the preferred time for the blonde to just sit and relax. 

Her eyes were closed after some time, her state of consciousness falling in and out of slumber. There was this sound, a tune really, that kept pulling her from her nap. It was light, melodic, and enchanting. Alice had to know where this sound was coming from!

She followed as best as she could. She would take wild rights and sharp lefts. She would stand absolutely still and listen til she would wander off only to return back to her original spot and move towards the opposite direction. 

It wasn’t until she found herself inside the boy’s dormitories and outside a particular door that she discovered where the music was exactly coming from. She didn’t think twice about her location, her focus was on the melody.