lunsai:
𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲𝐱’𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭 , lashing out at him in a way that definitely sunk under his skin . saix would try to not let it , frown deepening the more he thought over demyx’s words . ❝ if you are so miserable perhaps you’d prefer to be a mindless dusk ? ❞
the threat is dropped halfheartedly , dangling just what exactly saix would do to demyx if he were actually able to . at least as a mindless dusk , he’d be a bit more inclined to do his job correctly with saix’s strict orders . he sighed in frustration , nearly a snarl , and turned his eyes away from demyx . ❝ everyone else in the organization is fully capable of doing their job correctly , the children are better about filling out their reports then you are . ❞ how demyx would be okay being showed up by pubescent brats saix will never understand . he breathed through his nose , exhausted by all the extra work demyx gave him to salvage whatever he had done . ❝ i will make a deal with you , demyx . do your job properly for a week and i will be nice to you for a week afterwards . no yelling . ❞
Talking back had never worked in his favor, and yet keeping his silence was practically an impossibility. How could he just sit there and accept the mean things being said to him when it really wasn’t fair at all? Granted, Demyx understood that he was at fault and probably did deserve a talking to, but lectures were boring. And didn’t you catch more flies with honey, anyway?
The threat did, however, have its desired effect, the rest of Demyx’s arguments dying in his throat immediately. A chill ran down his spine at the very thought of such an empty existance, and it took great effort not to pull his hood over his head in an attempt to hide from Saïx in any way possible.
“A week...?” Fingers fiddled with the silver findings at the ends of his hood’s drawstrings, the soft, twinkling chime seeming to set him at ease. “But I really did try this time. There just wasn’t a whole lot to talk about, y’know?” Well, he sort of tried. There was definitely an attempt--and a poorly filled out report that vaguely detailed what all he had seen. Wasn’t the note about the pretty tree worth anything?
“You promise?”
