#rip demyx

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RIP demyx

here's the tombstone, help yourself

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[dearlybelovedhearts]

“Demyx are you fucking CRAZY?!”

[endlxssmelody]

🔘 a kiss on a bruise/wound/etc. (...or... y'know. /another/ mark. --sunshinetechnophile)

@sunshinetechnophile

Demyx is certain by now, he’s kissed every inch of Prompto’s skin (every inch he’s been given permission to kiss, of course) with the exception of some more private areas, and either wrist.

There’s a natural born curiosity as to why the wrists are off limits, and for a while - Demyx doesn’t push it. In fact, he truly never meant to push it at any point in time.

But certain interests of his (namely the one that craved Prompto’s heartbeat on the occasion), drew him to the wrists in search of a delicate little pulse to satiate his needs. It was a complete accident that he ended up moving the wrist band out of the way, just innocently searching for the perfect spot to press his fingers. What catches his attention is the faint design that seems to be printed on Prompto’s wrist, beneath the very band itself.

“What’s this?” He asks softly, pulling the band off before Prompto can even draw breath to speak. He seems virtually unaffected, bringing the boy’s wrist up to his lips and pressing a kiss right over the strange barcode adorning his pulse-point.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” 

[lyricalvillain]

Lmao omg....

[oceanicoverture-blog]

“No..”

“I don’t want to fade away..”

[actuallycuchulainn]

Demyx has died. Gil killed him

…

No. That couldn’t be. Gilgamesh… didn’t waste his time with things like that. He was a piece of shit but he didn’t just… go around killing people, for the hell of it. He was ‘above’ that sort of thing.

And Demyx, he was a brat, but he was just some dumb kid trying to cause trouble. He wasn’t a threat. He wasn’t a Servant, or a magus- he wasn’t someone who deserved to die. Gil said he didn’t take innocent lives, and that kid, sure he was jumpy and liked running away from his responsibilities and stuff but… that didn’t make him worthless. He didn’t… he didn’t deserve to die.

"When… how?" he asked numbly, not sure how else to respond. He didn’t want to think about it, that poor stupid kid getting cornered by Gilgamesh, not knowing what the hell he’d gotten himself into… he grit his teeth, flames burning inside of him. That piece of shit. What gave him the right? What made him think he could just go around slaughtering people?

Just… why? Why him, of all people? What could he have possibly done to provoke Gilgamesh?

Was this… was this because of him? The thought settled heavily upon his brain, a weighty realization. He’d mentioned the fish boy, Gil had heard him complain. Had Gil gone looking for him? Been interested in someone who could get him so riled?

Was Demyx dead because of him?