#melodixus

[potestasaeterna-a]

     Ah yes. . . There is no mistaking the form, nor the sound of melodies rising into the air. Number IX, so easy to find as one follows the idle sounds of music. So easy to find him. Amber eyes remain focused, glowing with cruel amusement and confidence. Poor little boy doesn’t know what hell could be unleashed upon him--or if he makes the RIGHT, decision, what hell he could be part of being ushered upon the worlds.

    “What is it like, I wonder. . .” His voice keeps emotionless as before, each step echoing against the cold ground. Their deaths were only temporary, a new start--or a new end if Demyx would choose the WRONG side, “To wake up from darkness into the light once more--blinded by it and then to know that soon it will all be GONE.”     His lips curl into a smirk, raising his chin, “And I wonder just as equally, if you will follow suit with the light and darkness, or rise with the in-between to a new reality. . .”      “You have your choice, Demyx.”

      @melodixus ~ Bad End Starter ~

[slowbladed]

@melodixus

   ♫ —  " Huh? “ It’s soft, the sound that escaped the musician. Inquisitive & confused; all rolled into one packaged, into one gaze that now bore into one standing his opposite. It was in that moment that he realized that he was at a loss for how to begin, for where to go from there. The amiable, near joking attitude of his from before now lost, making way for furrowed brows & w o n d e r.

    ” You? Wrong? That’s not like ya, man, “ the blond began, tone aiming for that casual air that had become to be known as his norm as if to lighten this newfound mood that had befallen them, but… where to end, he did not know. Gloved fingers raising to comb through the back of sandy hued locks; a show of his own uncertainty.

    ” What brought this on? “

   HUMBLE was hardly a word that Marluxia could be described as. Cunning, merciless, cruel. Admitting defeat, or even admitting he was wrong felt, in itself, wrong, as Demyx himself so plainly pointed out. And Marluxia kept stoic, kept his usual air of mystery, now yellow eyes glazed with seemingly nothing behind them (and yet somehow there was). 

   “It matters not where it came from, only that I had been wrong about you.” Yes, he still thought Demyx to be quite lazy, and perhaps Marluxia didn’t like him that much, but that was besides the point. “You have exceeded my expectations.” 

[potestasaeterna-a]

    When I see some of the Bad End Four on my dash:  dramatic reach I miss you guys

[verumace]

❝ if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew. ❞

Disney Lyrics Meme

@melodixus

That was… likely the most profound thing he’s ever heard Demyx say. But, he privately supposes, he shouldn’t be so surprised. Beneath the veneer of a sloth was a sort of intelligence. Different from his own, or any of the scholars of the original members. Certainly unique among the Neophytes, but there nonethless. He changes course from his initial, instinctive response, and instead regards him with a tilt of the head and a deep hum. ‘That wisdom has a ring of experience to it.’

[potestasaeterna-a]

💭

    ~ Superior Thoughts ~ status: semi-accepting

     ‘Such wasted potential… Perhaps I should MOTIVATE the Nocturne to embrace his role in this all…’

[vincula-flammae]

❣ How salty are you feeling right now?

// Depends on what kinda salt. But I’m in general not feeling very salty at the moment. But only because I haven’t had anything outside of work today to be salty about.

[potestasaeterna-a]

😡

   ~ Every Violent Urge Not Acted Upon ~ status: accepting

     “Oh… if the TRAITORS and SLACKERS were not needed they would have been eliminated long ago… a special PAINFUL process fit just for such individuals…” Amber hues glance towards his gloved hand, spiked-tendrils of binding, the manifestations of Nothingness seeming to crawl from beneath his sleeve, curling around fingers and wrapping up his arm.     “All Nobodies begin from Nothingness… are shaped by it and LIVE because of it… because the Void allows it. Yet… it’s simple to take it all away…” Fingers curl into a fist, more of the binding slipping out, reaching all the way up his arm, “let their powers be slowly EATEN away, weakening them.”     “Let them thrash and fight as it slips between their fingers–as they taste the pain as the TEETH tear into their flesh… listening as their blood hits the floor, paints the walls red… their very shell DEVOURED with nothing they can do but squirm and cry out. All until there is nothing left but a discarded CORPSE…”

[eyesofparoxysm-a]

4. Are there any ethical/moral lines your muse will not cross?

Questions about Villainous Muses…:

4.) Are there any ethical/moral lines your muse will not cross?

//: That’s a bit difficult considering that there’s not really that many lines MoM wouldn’t end up crossing at some point. 

//: Oddly enough, dealing with the consequences of one’s actions. Maybe it’s from MoM being a planner or a schemer but he’s not delusional that the wrongs that he commits won’t have downfalls. I’m putting this under here as it is a line in some regard to either cross with denying it or accepting, along with it being something along the lines of ethical/moral situation.