you can't take me and throw me away.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[quiet, drinking tea at the table of the kitchen with a few shortbread cookies. might seem a little distant, but his voice is up. no stutters, and--there might be a reason. his voice isn't very trained, so there's diction issues, but it's made for Broadway so it's loud and rattling and on pitch.]

I'm falling out--
of grace with the world,
they say I've lost my midas touch;
what turned to gold now turns to rust.
I'm falling out--
of line with all the stars,
that flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines...

Comments

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[and he's just standing in the doorway, watching him like the kid who watches the puppy he can't buy.]

[musicalthief.livejournal.com]

[Demyx wandering around, rubbing his wrists where his handcuffs were. The ones that are currently in his hands and that he puts on the counter when he walks in to get food.]

Nice song.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[and he's not looking back, although he jumps and puts his cup down quickly, gritting his teeth. ow, hot, tongue.]

Too hot...

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[bites his lip, sidling over. he wants to touch, wants to hug him close and pet his hair like he used to, but it's too late. he suddenly feels dirty and disgusting for what he did with Riku last night.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[blink, glances over at him.]

I like it too... are you okay? I know how that feels.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[munch goes a cookie, and he's suddenly quiet, staring at the flower-patterned teacup.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ it's Sora and he shouldn't mind; Riku takes a cookie. ]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[but it's a Riku and he almost jumps, heart going too fast and his voice breaks.]

H-H-Hi. Haven't s-s-seen y-you a-around, h-have I?

[mental facepalm.]

I... mean...

[musicalthief.livejournal.com]

Oh, yea, 'm fine. Just some stuff.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

You might wanna try some ointment in the second bathroom on the left. It's in a green tube and it really stops the burning.

[leans back, trying to seem casual.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[ strange, he stutters. the Sora he knew never stuttered. ]

Yeah, I'm new here. I don't get out much.

[shadowknighted.livejournal.com]

[someone's not wearing his armor today, instead wandering into the kitchen in a white dress shirt he's obviously not good at buttoning properly and a pair of pinstripe slacks. seeing someone else is in the kitchen, he halts, straightening]

...Do you like singing?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[sheepish, offers another cookie.]

Oh... I guess not everyone's a social butterfly.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[glances over at him, not quite registering who he is at the moment.]

Um... yeah. A lot. I'm going to sing onstage one day.

[musicalthief.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, really. They were only on for like three minutes.

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[there's a sad, lonely soul sitting beside you, Sora. he takes a cookie without asking, but is otherwise quiet and keeping to himself..]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Really? Were you experimenting or something?

[musicalthief.livejournal.com]

...What? No! [bright red now]

[shadowknighted.livejournal.com]

Is being a performer your purpose then?

[clearly trained to be a good attack dog knight, he's standing there stiff and attentive]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

I have one friend.

[ said casually before he gives thanks for the second cookie. ]

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

You look down kid.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[blink, and he's looking over, offering his tea.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[laughs a little, offers a cookie.]

[musicalthief.livejournal.com]

[grins, takes] Thanks. [munch]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[nod.]

Yeah... I've been training for it whenever I can get the chance.