the funk of forty thousand years

[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

[And just like last year, the main room has been cleared out for a Grand Halloween Ball! There's music playing, food for every monster/animal/zombie you are dressed up as, and a few dancing skeletons to liven up the mood.

Also. Don't go to the dance floor alone.

Because you will find yourself dancing the "Thriller" automatically :}

Kiddies, feel free to go trick or treating!]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!

Comments

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[it's odd sitting on someone, and he ends up squirming a little when he feels Marluxia rubbing his chest. he didn't know those things on his chest made feelings like that.]

Someone told me I was learning too slow... and that maybe I should find a way to get my Other's memories. Can I ask for that?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you should tell me more about your Other.

[he doesn't mind a little squirming at all. once he can tell he has one hardened, he'll move on to the other, as though what he's doing is nothing out of the ordinary]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[squirms a little more before settling again, shaking his head.]

I can't. I don't know anything about him.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

That's unfortunate. I can try, I suppose.

[and now that hand is drifting lower, past his other arm to rest on your thigh and rub almost idly, drifting slowly upward]

Is there anything else you can think of that you'd like?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Not really...

[watches his hand, curious and a little confused.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? Most people your age would be bursting with lists of things they wanted.

[he's going slowly, so it probably doesn't seem too much stranger than what he's already done when he moves his hand over your crotch to continue his rubbing, his eyes glancing around the room to see if anyone's actually noticed him]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I'm not really that old...

[somehow what Marluxia is doing is making him relax and tense up at the same time, and it's just confusing him more.]

does he need an adult or do we go [insert molestings here]?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Oh? How old are you?

[he'll keep it up, his thumb on his other hand rubbing back and forth over Roxas' stomach]

he needs an aduuuuult

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

A couple months....

[starting to droop a bit from the odd but good feelings.]

one of yours or mine?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Really now? I would have thought you were much older than that.

[as he doesn't seem to be resisting, the arm across his stomach will drift upward now to tease at those nipples all over again while the other is still busy]

one of yours? I'm not feeling well enough to do two

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I only l-look this old because I'm a Nobody.

[...what, why did he do that with that word? he has no idea what a stutter is or why it just happened.]

8)

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[and that would be a Keyblade suddenly pressed to Marluxia's neck, while the Riku holding it looks toward Roxas conversationally]

Roxas, I've been looking for you. Would you mind coming with me for a bit?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[he blinks up at Riku, confused, but worms his way out of Marluxia's grip as long as Marluxia's not holding on too hard.]

Okay.

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[Marluxia looks pissed to say the least, but he doesn't really want to kick up a fuss.]

Take my hand, I want you to lead the way to the table with the drinks on it.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[takes his hand without argument and starts leading the way there without even glancing back at Marluxia.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

[he'll keep his Keyblade out, his back itching with the feel of eyes burning into it. he doesn't dismiss it until they're a good distance away, continuing to let Roxas lead him until they reach the table]

Thank you.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Why did you need help?

[and why pick him? not that he really cares...]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

Because I can't see.

[he heard the 'month old' part and put two and two together from everything else he overheard.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Oh. Why not?

[hey hey couple months old.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

I had an accident, and hit my head. It damaged the part of the brain that allows the eyes to see.

[he even has a still-new scar if Roxas were curious enough to want to see]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Oh. Potions don't work on that kind of thing?

[he doesn't know anything about brains, other than they're in your head.]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

Maybe if I'd had help sooner, they might have. Normal doctors don't use potions, and knowing magic even to cure is pretty rare.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Really?

[he didn't know that!]

[indarknesslost.livejournal.com]

Really. I don't even know the magic for curing, myself. Not that it would have helped me much if I did. I was unconscious when they found me.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

That's too bad...

[sounds quite unfortunate. he's noticed his eyesight's gone a bit wonky since getting his costume, but at least he can still see.]