Room 505, Tuesday Evening
Something felt wrong.
Sure, Nobodies weren't supposed to feel anything, but Demyx could only describe it as a Bad Feeling. Even music was no longer a refuge for him, the sounds emerging from his instrument in minor keys, everything sounding like a dirge to his ears.
Yes, he'd survived this long. Graduation had been on Saturday, and it was Tuesday now. It was longer than he'd expected, and he was almost, almost allowing himself to hope for the best. Anders' faith in him helped in that regard, too. Still, Demyx just couldn't shake the feelings of impending doom.
Demyx was pacing, now, occasionally stopping and spinning in a full circle to survey the entire dorm room. Nothing behind him. Nothing watching him, biding its time, waiting to swallow him up.
Nothing was what scared him most. He just hadn't realized it yet.
(Locked to one person, otherwise NFI; broadcast and OOC okay.
ETA: Demyx is gone now...thank you all for making his time here such a blast.)
Sure, Nobodies weren't supposed to feel anything, but Demyx could only describe it as a Bad Feeling. Even music was no longer a refuge for him, the sounds emerging from his instrument in minor keys, everything sounding like a dirge to his ears.
Yes, he'd survived this long. Graduation had been on Saturday, and it was Tuesday now. It was longer than he'd expected, and he was almost, almost allowing himself to hope for the best. Anders' faith in him helped in that regard, too. Still, Demyx just couldn't shake the feelings of impending doom.
Demyx was pacing, now, occasionally stopping and spinning in a full circle to survey the entire dorm room. Nothing behind him. Nothing watching him, biding its time, waiting to swallow him up.
Nothing was what scared him most. He just hadn't realized it yet.
(Locked to one person, otherwise NFI; broadcast and OOC okay.
ETA: Demyx is gone now...thank you all for making his time here such a blast.)