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[PSL] After The End
Aug. 26th, 2015 08:44 pm After the keyblade wielder had his way with him, there was nothingness. Everything that Demyx was, gone in a quiet whisp, taking the music away from the worlds.
Suddenly, he existed, stirring and regaining consciousness on s hill that hadn't been home for nearly a decade. Demyx felt the warm sun on his skin and a tear slid down his cheek, because by Light, he could cry.
He wasn't sure how long it had been exactly, when he saw a familiar face in one of his crowds, but he was noticeable, sitting on his black coat, dressed in the most threadbare tank top, ratty jeans and sitting playing sitar. Perhaps he would escape the man's notice, Arpeggio or not, he'd left his hair down.
Suddenly, he existed, stirring and regaining consciousness on s hill that hadn't been home for nearly a decade. Demyx felt the warm sun on his skin and a tear slid down his cheek, because by Light, he could cry.
He wasn't sure how long it had been exactly, when he saw a familiar face in one of his crowds, but he was noticeable, sitting on his black coat, dressed in the most threadbare tank top, ratty jeans and sitting playing sitar. Perhaps he would escape the man's notice, Arpeggio or not, he'd left his hair down.
