@nxcturnalmelody
Port Royal was not Luxord’s home, inasmuch as he could have a home, but he’d spent so long moving in and around it that he’d become accustomed to a certain type of background noise. The sound of the sea, sailors singing shanties in the distance, the bustle of people either trying to pretend they weren’t in the ass end of their world, or that they weren’t surrounded by a hated nobility.
In the wake of such a place, his room seemed too quiet, and he was beginning to be unnerved by it. So he’d come here, this shop that ostensibly sold music, to see if he could find something to liven up his new home.
Life and luck, it seemed, was full of surprises. There, brazen as the day he was born, was Demyx. For a moment, Luxord considered walking out, leaving and saying nothing at all to the young man. He had never been like the rest of them, not so cold or hollow. He was bright, and warm, and full of laughter; Luxord had liked him- respected him, even. It was not easy to remain oneself in the life they lived, and yet somehow Demyx had managed it.
Curiosity overcame him, of course. “As I live and breathe. Demyx, it’s good to see you.” For this man alone, there was no pretense. Or at least, not so much.