Luxord - x - Gambler of Fate

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[wheelxfortune-blog]

“Roxas.” Luxord called out to the boy from where he was leaning against the entrance to a pub, a drink in hand, a dice in the other. “Aren’t you a little too young to be visiting Tortuga?

[chosen-boy]

♛– “Roxas?!” The boy watched as the cloaked man spoke out some more. “Uh, I’m sorry man but you got the wrong guy. I’m Sora.”

[wheelxfortune-blog]

“Sora?” Luxord examined the boy with a frown, looking genuinely puzzled. There were distinct differences to the kid’s appearance but his timestream was one and the same. How peculiar. “Well then. My mistake perhaps. What are you doing here then, Sora?”

[gunontherun]

Luxord brought up a strong point.

The Organization did not look kindly upon those who were not in the peak of their health. When he’d gotten ill in the past, Saix had been little more than a slave driver, ordering him to wear a mask, and then complete his missions.

Blindness was a bit of a different issue. And considering that they had no guarantee that his vision was fixable. Should Luxord be sent to the Chilly Academic—if the events from Castle Oblivion haven’t already come to pass, and the man declares that the Gamblers sight was beyond restoring…

Saix could well write him off on the spot as ‘useless’, and have him eliminated. Not a good thought, and one that sat uneasy in his mind. So when the brit pulled back, he came to a slow. A quiet, thoughtful hum. And then–a thought. It should be safe for now, considering the gamblers blindness, to bring him to Radiant Garden. He’s retained enough medical knowledge from his days as Braig, where he’d repaired his own vision to the best of his ability.

“Got it.”

And with that, they move in a new direction, the Corridor fading as he choses instead a rift of space, to make the trip that much shorter, heels clicking against the stone floor of the old lab, before he leads the man to a chair.

“Sit down, before you fall down.”

[wheelxfortune-blog]

“I’m not going to fall just because I can’t see.”

Luxord grumbled as he took a seat gingerly. He was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with having to rely on another person so much— the aggravation showing in the furrow of his brows. It did not help that a migraine was forming behind his temples.

“I’m blind, not invalid, mate.” The silence that followed was as vas as the darkness in his eyes’ view. Bloody hell. I am going into denial. A mixture of sob and laughter escaped through his lips unwittingly as he recognized the irony. Fate did enjoy playing her jokes— though usually not on him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a grimace. Get your game face together, luv. With a sigh, Luxord turned towards where he heard the sharpshooter last and asked the big question that had been on his mind.

“Where are we?”

[waveofmelody-blog]

Right, so brushing it off was impossible, Luxord was not buying what he was selling. Sighing, Demyx moved to sit up, rubbing the back of his head as he dropped the fake smile. “You could call it that, yeah, a nightmare…”

Pursing his lips, the Nocturne leaned back, looking up to the Gambler settled across from him. “Memories, ones from before I became… this.” He motioned to himself with a shrug. “To be honest, I sometimes would rather that we didn’t remember some of this stuff, y'know?”

[wheelxfortune-blog]

Luxord chose not to point out to the Nocturne that he didn’t remember any of it. People say, you can’t miss what you never experienced— but on rare occasions the opportunistist wished he could, still hoped that one day he’ll see or hear something that will jolt his memories.

“Are your memories always nightmares? What is it you remember?” Luxord was curious, to say the least, about the emotions that are connected with dreams and memories. The “real” ones that they, as Nobodies, were no longer suppose to be able to experience.

[baconxkitty-blog]

“Hmmmmmn Just a kiss? Just one kiss.” He acted like he wasn’t going to accept the offer but then chuckled and stood up raising his eye brows and grinning widely. He brought his hands up and then jerked them down pushing the older man out of the sand in one go. Wrapping water around him inside his sand prison and then lifting him safely out. Fuck physically digging him out.

[wheelxfortune-blog]

The Gambler yelled in shock and flailed in the water cocoon as the comfort of the warm sand was replaced by sheer wetness from neck down. “What the bloody—"He was fully awake now, wide eyed, and climbing to his knees. “Now that is not a legal maneuver, mate…”

[paperskele95]

Kneel so you can regain the height of a normal human being.

“An alternative option. Find a soap box, and get on my level.”

[wheelxfortune-blog]

How about I go above and beyond?

[waveofmelody-blog]

“Oh, fu-!” The shaking managed to rouse the sleeping Nocturne, his body jolting as his eyes snapped open. Demyx took a few, shaky breaths to calm down before looking at his living alarm clock. Oh, Luxord… well that was a bit of a shock had he, maybe, fallen asleep in the Grey Room?

… yes, yes he had.

“Oh, uh, hey Lux. Heh, thanks for waking me up, guess I ended up taking a nap out here on accident, usually it’s on purpose~” he said with a grin, trying to snap back like he hadn’t just been terrified out of his pants.

[wheelxfortune-blog]

“Looks more like you were having a nightmare.” Straight and to the point. Luxord does have a way with his words. He let go and moved back to take a seat on the coffee table and allowed the water user to sit up on his own accord. 

“Would you like to talk about it?” He offered, eyes roaming across Demyx’s face, taking account of the haggarded appearance far different than the usual sunny countanance. The Gambler was careful to keep his expression neutral. There was neither pity nor humour in his tone— in contrast to the false smile worn by the other man.

[baconxkitty-blog]

Dem laughed and shook his head. “Hmmm what do I get if I dig you out huh oh dear Parieur?” He reached forward mussing with the short hair amused. Teal eyes lit up with mischief.

[wheelxfortune-blog]

His eyebrow twitched at the nickname and hair ruffling. Demyx knew he didnt understand a lick of French. He pouted frowned playfully indignant while following up with the other man's games in jest, "A smooch for coming to my rescue, oh galliant knight."

[wheelxfortune-blog]

"I bet you think you're..."

Not as punny as you dweebs finishing each other’s sandwiches. I don’t know if I want to waist my thyme on this today, I’m considering just taking my leaf now. How about a song to tribute for your conspiracy of ravens?

[wheelxfortune-blog]

Do you know what’s the best time of the day?

[wheelxfortune-blog]

6:30 hands down

[gunontherun]

The hesitant question, coupled with a hand on his own wrist in turn, and the nervous movements led him to believe that the Gambler was surprised by his appearance, but also anxious that the contact would be broken, and he would be left groping about for solid purchase, for a safe presence.

“…Yeah, Lux. Its me. Focus on my voice, alright?”

Fingers snap, and a Corridor of Darkness forms, before he gives the mans wrist a light squeeze. “Follow my guide. I’ll talk to you as we move along.”

With that, he gives a tug, and leads the man into the expanse within the Dark corridor, ignoring the dusk’s in the distance that flit too and fro, likely on assignment in some world or another, or returning to the castle as they were.

“We’re in a corridor—-and we’ll be in the World That Never Was before long.”

[wheelxfortune-blog]

“But I did not complete the mission…” That was the least of his worries at the momemt but the one most probable to resolve. So he clung on to the thought, feeling helpless as he trailed after Xigbar, trying not to trip over his own two feet. “I cannot go back like this.”

He was not a fool to believe the organization to be kind to weakness. There were schemers and usurpers waiting in the corridors behind comradery smiles. And while Luxord is certain that he has not crossed anyone’s ire or popped up on radar as dangerous— he’s purposely made sure of this, the gambler was not about to test his luck again today.

Slowing to a halt, the Brit pulled against the direction that the sharpshooter was leading him. “If you want to help me, then we should consider playing different hand.”

[gunontherun]

wheelxfortune replied to your post:wheelxfortune replied to your post: You know…

I never sleep at night. Nights are for fun and games.

True enough.

But what kind of fun and games can be had when everyones asleep?

[wheelxfortune-blog]

Just because everyone is sleeping in the castle, doesn't mean everyone's sleeping in town. You need to get out more, mate. It just so happens that pirates never sleep, and I happen to know a few here and there.

[wheelxfortune-blog]

Have you ever met the somebodies of those you work with?

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

I have not yet. And if I have in the past, I don’t remember. I wager they’re some interesting brokes considering the nobodies they end up as.

[wheelxfortune-blog]

Anyone else you wanna do the bedroom tango with other than a certain lancer?

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

“Let’s see... II, IV, V, VII, VII, IX, X, XI, XII...” Counts up with his fingers.  

[wheelxfortune-blog]

Admit it! You want to do the no-pants dance with the whirlwind lancer!

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

Pretty sure if I tried dancing with sideburns and dreads, I’d get disemboweled, but I’ll admit it has entertained my thoughts.

[wheelxfortune-blog]

Suddenly, Luxord has been pulled close, and an anonymous individual kisses the back of his hand, before grinning, and saying a lone phrase to him. "Omelette du Fromage."

Looks visibly uncomfortably for once and pulls his hand back while trying to edge away. 

“I like eggs and all but there’s a time and place for everything, mate.”

[wheelxfortune-blog]

You are a very thirsty man, aren't you?

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

Why? Do you have something for me to drink?

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.