after all, I'm still a jerk playing with matches

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

[back to the library for this Demyx, looking tired and cold. he's curled up in a bundle of blankets, sitting in front of one of the many fireplaces scattered around the large room. he's been trying to get a fire going for a while, but every time the matches burn down to his fingers without lighting the wood and he ends up tossing them away with a curse. he's gone through most of them at this point, rattling the little box around to judge how many are left]

Dicks, why is this so hard to do?

[he strikes another match against the box, waiting to see if maybe this time the wood will catch...]

Comments

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

[careful there, because the wood is definitely catching- a flame roars into existence, much larger than anything a match should've created. and he's just lounging nearby looking bored.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Jesus--!

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

Nah I think he had some kind of water shtick.

[stretches his legs with a smirk, fingers laced over his stomach.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

So lemme guess. You're part of the freaky mutant superpowers crowd, right?

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

It's pronounced 'Nobody'.

[that's probably a yes.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Ah. The ones without hearts.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

Yup, that's us. What were you doing, hanging out in a freezer?

[or with a Vexen, he considers adding, but decides against it.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Yeah, thought I could use a change of perspective. Always wanted to know how they did it in Russia.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

[snorts, tapping a finger against his other hand, sparks crackling around it with each tap.]

Cute.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Tell you what, they had the right idea when they invented those furry hats.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

Think you could get one over that mop you call a head?

[playing with the fire a bit, so it might get a little bigger, a little smaller, warp a bit.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Only if you can get one on first.

[chakramming.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't need one. I'm the fire guy, remember?

[lifts a hand and whoosh! there's some fire for a moment.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Peeks his head in and sees this. Just laughs.]

Need a hand?

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Apparently I'm a failure at playing boyscout.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Nods. then smirks.]

You might want to back up.

[WHOOSH goes the logs because they're fully lit now. And blazing like woah.]

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Woah.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Notices he looks cold.]

What happened?

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Huh? Oh, nothing recently. Just feeling kinda beat down.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Sits down next to him by the fire- He might feel warmth coming from Roxas as well.]

'bout what?

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Eh, this place has just been running me ragged the past couple months. Kinda makes me miss home.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[He can understand that, though he doesn't know any Demyxs. Just sighs.]

You and me both...

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Sorry 'bout that. Maybe things'll start looking up soon.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[Just watches the fire, making the flames swirl in random directions.]

-doubt it. But hopefully your luck is better than mine.

[wholenineyards.livejournal.com]

Nah, I'm a walking disaster. But hey, you have one up on me already. No playing with fire for me.