[Headcanon meme][Accepting][ @radiantluminary]
Demyx struggles to sleep. At night, everything goes quiet and he can barely stand the silence because he’s left alone with his thoughts. He catches hell for playing sitar all night, but sometimes he does anyway just to break the quiet. In the end, he gets by on stealing naps whenever he’s able to, and even then he’s constantly tired.
When Demyx is upset, he only gets more exuberant. The louder he’s being, the more he runs his mouth, the likelier it is that something’s eating away at him inside. This is especially true of his sadness and guilt.
Demyx has learned to find happiness in simple moments - to cherish the small things. Things like good music, or meeting an interesting person, or somebody laughing at his jokes, or going a day without getting dragged into a fight or being on the receiving end of a scolding - even tiny, barely noticeable things like good hair days and hell, wearing colourful underwear beneath all the regulation black... each of these things puts him in a good mood. Briefly.
■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
His room at the Organization is only tidy because he gets his water clones or Dancer nobodies to clean it in case of some dreaded inspection. He doesn’t keep that much stuff there, anyway, and would rather not spend too much time there. It’s just a place to crash.
Romance is a strange thing for Demyx, who is under the impression that he does not possess a heart with which to feel these warm, fuzzy types of things. So he tends to try not to get too seriously attached to people in a romantic way, assuming that there’s simply no point right now - he’s no good for them, can’t give them anything real.
ohgodno don’t let me open this can of feels - GAH, okay. Demyx’s birth father was a soldier - until one day he returned from the wars, dishonoured and injured. The family was mocked and eventually lost their home, finding another among the gypsies who offered them sanctuary at the Court of Miracles. But Demyx’s father never recovered. He grew bitter, abusive - particularly toward Demyx (who, of course, was named Dyme at the time). He saw Dyme as a threat to his masculinity, as the boy was growing so fast and had looked after his mother. Dyme never told his mother about the beatings, but they instilled in him a hatred of violence - he’d forever associate war and pain with the way his family was torn apart. His father eventually died. Dyme still mourned.
Demyx thinks that the word ‘friend’ is tossed around a lot. He does it himself - ‘buddy’, ‘bro’, ‘my friend’. But he’s not certain he could name any actual friends, because friends (so he hears) would do anything for each other, and he can’t think of a single non-family person in his life that this applies to.
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
Demyx is one of those people that has a new hobby every week. He’ll try out board games, card games, writing poetry (he’s no longer permitted to do this because cheeky limericks about the Organization are not appropriate), he even attempted art once. He just likes to find new ways of staying occupied, and he has a lot of sleepless nights with which to try this.
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon
Demyx harbors an intense dislike for fake nails. They creep him out.
Smol Demyx got very excited when he lost his first tooth, because squirting water through the gap was the height of joy for him.
♒ - cooking/food headcanon
Demyx is vegetarian. This is mostly because he grew up without much money and meat was expensive, so he got used to a rice-and-vegetable-based diet. He isn’t fond of meat anyway, and the smell of it cooking makes him feel a bit blergh. I s2g if there are any jokes about how he can’t handle his meat lmfao
Firmly believes in not judging by appearance, despite a few digs he may make if he’s feeling nasty. Demyx is vastly particular about his own appearance, for his own reasons, but when it comes to other people? He isn’t a snap judgement type of guy.
Demyx actually isn’t an amazing sitar player - he never formally learned, just taught himself and went by ear mostly. He has a good ear for rhythm and enough passion that you’d almost think he was a professional, but there’s a raw quality about his music, a sense that it’s personal to him and he doesn’t really care if he’s doing it right.