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March 10th - Kingdom Hearts - Prompt 10
Title: n/a
Day: March 10th - "look into their eyes, and you'll see what they know: everybody dies"
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Vexen/Zexion
Theme: Serious-ness?
Rating: G
The halls of Castle Oblivion were silent as usual; Zexion made his journey down the basement levels of the Castle. All that was needed was there for the extended period of time they would be stationed there—food, drink, equipment. The basement levels were empty of life bar the three of them—Vexen, Lexaeus, and himself. If he had been able to feel the loneliness that surrounded him, Zexion would have screamed out in madness from the sheer isolation. Ienzo would have screamed out by now—he would have lost his mind. Some days, Zexion never saw Vexen or Lexaeus within the confines of the Castle. The three of them were consumed with their research to the point where they would not leave their respective research areas.
Finding his way down the hallway, Zexion could see the faintest light coming from a crack in Vexen’s bedroom. The youngest scientist turned to the door and opened it further. Being as quiet as one of the Shadows he could manipulate, Zexion slinked into the bedroom. Vexen never noticed at all, his black-gloved hand weaved through long blond hair.
“This equation,” Vexen mumbled in frustration, so engrossed with what he was doing, Zexion noticed, that he still did not notice him until his hand was on his shoulder. Vexen jumped and whipped around in his chair. “Zexion,” his voice gasped, emerald eyes flashing widely as he looked at the teen. Zexion’s expression never faltered, he simply removed his hand from the other’s shoulder. He took several steps back.
“Forgive me,” Zexion’s soft voice replied. “I was merely passing by as I conducted my rounds in the Castle.”
Vexen merely made a soft grunt as a reply before nodding. Vexen spun his chair around to face the younger Nobody. “Did you need something?”
Zexion shook his head quietly. “No, I merely saw your light on,” he said gently. “I had not seen you in quite some time.”
The ice-user’s hand trailed to Zexion’s, gently taking it and pulling the younger closer until he was swept onto his lap. For the closeness of their touch, their bodies together, the motions seemed correct, but the feeling was what lacked. Zexion straddled Vexen’s lap—like Ienzo had to Even. The dim lap light emphasized shadows over the pitiful amount of light it shown onto the two of them. The teen’s face soon went against the older man’s neck, gently kissing before resting there and feeling the other’s thin arms around him. Vexen sighed with approval, thin fingers stroking the back of the leather cloak the other wore. Zexion’s arms soon looped around Vexen’s shoulders and remained there.
“You should be going to bed,” Vexen said simply, Zexion feeling the hand on his back stop and merely rest. “We should have Marluxia visiting soon.” An obvious amount of venom was contained in those words. Vexen highly resented Marluxia and his position power within the Castle. “Lexaeus’s shift is next.”
“This situation we are in,” Zexion said suddenly, as if to ignore Vexen’s words completely, as he pulled back from his embrace. He rested his hands on his thighs as he looked at Vexen once more. “Being confined to the Castle’s basement. I want to know when we can leave.”
“When Superior tells us,” was the near-automated answer from Four. “He will inform us of the time to leave.”
Zexion’s face flashed with a slight annoyance—not toward Vexen, but toward the Castle, and in a way he would never admit, to Xemnas.
“But when will that be?” Zexion stated. “The days passed by here seem endless and only divided by sleep and visits from the others.”
“Soon,” Vexen replied. “Sora and Riku are here, so the time when we have obtained our goal is near.” His face softened, however, the lamp betrayed the soft lines—transforming them into deep creases and thusly making the Academic appear older than before. “Our research on the Heart will soon be complete, and our Hearts shall be ours once more. A long time has passed since Sora and Riku arrived here, but we mustn’t lose our resolve.”
“Do you honestly believe that?” Zexion asked. “Are you not feeding me sugar-coated lies? Do you lie to me because you wish for me have peace in my pseudo-Heart?”
Vexen looked back at the boy, the finely crafted mask of care—care he could just swear he felt—shifted away. Behind that mask, Zexion saw the years that Even had gained as Vexen, though he had not actually aged a day since the loss of his Heart. Viridian eyes sank, knowing of the hopelessness and death that they honestly felt approaching.
“You’re correct,” Vexen replied emotionlessly. “I lie to you because I care.” A smile formed, the mask appearing once more. “After all, did you not come in here and place your hand upon my shoulder, Ienzo?”
Day: March 10th - "look into their eyes, and you'll see what they know: everybody dies"
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Vexen/Zexion
Theme: Serious-ness?
Rating: G
The halls of Castle Oblivion were silent as usual; Zexion made his journey down the basement levels of the Castle. All that was needed was there for the extended period of time they would be stationed there—food, drink, equipment. The basement levels were empty of life bar the three of them—Vexen, Lexaeus, and himself. If he had been able to feel the loneliness that surrounded him, Zexion would have screamed out in madness from the sheer isolation. Ienzo would have screamed out by now—he would have lost his mind. Some days, Zexion never saw Vexen or Lexaeus within the confines of the Castle. The three of them were consumed with their research to the point where they would not leave their respective research areas.
Finding his way down the hallway, Zexion could see the faintest light coming from a crack in Vexen’s bedroom. The youngest scientist turned to the door and opened it further. Being as quiet as one of the Shadows he could manipulate, Zexion slinked into the bedroom. Vexen never noticed at all, his black-gloved hand weaved through long blond hair.
“This equation,” Vexen mumbled in frustration, so engrossed with what he was doing, Zexion noticed, that he still did not notice him until his hand was on his shoulder. Vexen jumped and whipped around in his chair. “Zexion,” his voice gasped, emerald eyes flashing widely as he looked at the teen. Zexion’s expression never faltered, he simply removed his hand from the other’s shoulder. He took several steps back.
“Forgive me,” Zexion’s soft voice replied. “I was merely passing by as I conducted my rounds in the Castle.”
Vexen merely made a soft grunt as a reply before nodding. Vexen spun his chair around to face the younger Nobody. “Did you need something?”
Zexion shook his head quietly. “No, I merely saw your light on,” he said gently. “I had not seen you in quite some time.”
The ice-user’s hand trailed to Zexion’s, gently taking it and pulling the younger closer until he was swept onto his lap. For the closeness of their touch, their bodies together, the motions seemed correct, but the feeling was what lacked. Zexion straddled Vexen’s lap—like Ienzo had to Even. The dim lap light emphasized shadows over the pitiful amount of light it shown onto the two of them. The teen’s face soon went against the older man’s neck, gently kissing before resting there and feeling the other’s thin arms around him. Vexen sighed with approval, thin fingers stroking the back of the leather cloak the other wore. Zexion’s arms soon looped around Vexen’s shoulders and remained there.
“You should be going to bed,” Vexen said simply, Zexion feeling the hand on his back stop and merely rest. “We should have Marluxia visiting soon.” An obvious amount of venom was contained in those words. Vexen highly resented Marluxia and his position power within the Castle. “Lexaeus’s shift is next.”
“This situation we are in,” Zexion said suddenly, as if to ignore Vexen’s words completely, as he pulled back from his embrace. He rested his hands on his thighs as he looked at Vexen once more. “Being confined to the Castle’s basement. I want to know when we can leave.”
“When Superior tells us,” was the near-automated answer from Four. “He will inform us of the time to leave.”
Zexion’s face flashed with a slight annoyance—not toward Vexen, but toward the Castle, and in a way he would never admit, to Xemnas.
“But when will that be?” Zexion stated. “The days passed by here seem endless and only divided by sleep and visits from the others.”
“Soon,” Vexen replied. “Sora and Riku are here, so the time when we have obtained our goal is near.” His face softened, however, the lamp betrayed the soft lines—transforming them into deep creases and thusly making the Academic appear older than before. “Our research on the Heart will soon be complete, and our Hearts shall be ours once more. A long time has passed since Sora and Riku arrived here, but we mustn’t lose our resolve.”
“Do you honestly believe that?” Zexion asked. “Are you not feeding me sugar-coated lies? Do you lie to me because you wish for me have peace in my pseudo-Heart?”
Vexen looked back at the boy, the finely crafted mask of care—care he could just swear he felt—shifted away. Behind that mask, Zexion saw the years that Even had gained as Vexen, though he had not actually aged a day since the loss of his Heart. Viridian eyes sank, knowing of the hopelessness and death that they honestly felt approaching.
“You’re correct,” Vexen replied emotionlessly. “I lie to you because I care.” A smile formed, the mask appearing once more. “After all, did you not come in here and place your hand upon my shoulder, Ienzo?”