Hidden daughter

VIx walked out of his room and headed for the lbrary


Zexion put his book away and got another one out "To much time on our hands" he mumbled to hiself​

 

Quietly Neomi started to roam the first towering alley of books. Gazing upwards at the dusty, leather bound grimors her golden curls cascading down over her shoulders and down her back. Rippling the silken fabric of her dress. She gently bit her long index finger nail as she pondered which to pull down.

 

after the training room,she headed to the libary

 

VIx walked into the library and spotted is dad "Here you are" he said to him


Zexion looked up at him "Im always here or In the throneroom you know that"​

 

she sghed and sat at a table

 

VIx sat down across the table from his father and read the nearest book next to him


Zexion looked over at Alanna "Why dont you go keep her company VIx" he said smirking​

 

Larxene walked anonymously through the hallways, looking for Axel. She needed to have a "chat" with the so called Flurry of Dancing Flames. Rage burned in her eyes as she started at the same patterns going down the hallways. ​

 

she sighed tapping her fingers on the desk,then clicked them,watching the fire dance between her two fingers.she smiled slightly

axel made his way back to his room,he was going to get a chance to talk to his daughter,and he meant REALLY talk to her,he was going to be the best dad he could be.

 

Maxel walked into the library and looked around. he walked to the farthest table and sat down.

 

Having decided which of the heavy bound leather volumes she wanted to read she snapped her fingers commanding the book to come to her. "Book." She said in a cold and clipped tone, the grimore falling from it's place into her upturned palm. "Good." Neomi smiled to herself, running a finger across the yellowed pages.

 

"It would appear that someone is plotting a practical joke, no?" Neomi said in an eloquent yet cheeky tone. Appearing seemingly from nowhere behiend Aimee.

 

"I know the feeling, dead dull around here most of the time. It's because of all the so-called adults being so damn angsty. 'Oh Kingdom Hearts! Why must you taunt me so?' I mean god, they sound like it's their lover not putting out. Jeez." She giggled, dropping all her standard pretences of good manners and being well spoken. That was just a front she used to keep her father's opinion of her up to at least a standard of something that could vaguely resemble pride or at least not being ashamed. Vexen really was a hard one to please, next to impossible to please it seemed to Neomi most of the time. It was really rather depressing, or at least it would of been had Neomi been capable of 'real emotion'.

 

"Well, my 'parents' didn't have much say in leaving each other, Even became Vexen and my Mum... Well she didn't make it to the otherside..." She explained. "So Vexen isn't my Dad, he's part of my dad. But he's still my Dad if that makes sense."

 

Name:rey
age:12
gender:f
apperence:long black hair green eyes short and wears a green shirt with blue jeans
parents:roxas
power: keyblade and she can teleport

 

Maxel put his feet on the table and lowered his hat that covers his hair over his face.

 

Demyx sat on his bed, strumming lightly at the thing strings lacing his aqua sitar. He looked up, thin blonde bangs dangiling from his mullet caressing his forehead gently. He furrowed his brow at his son.

"But Dad! I want to go to the library! Pleeease?"

Demyx closed his eyes and said, "Sorry, but can you make up your mind? First you want to learn how to play the sitar, and now you want to read. We'll go later, I promise."

OOC: Sorry if I was a little late, I didn't realize this started.​

 

Larxene's fury burned down and she had forgotten what she was mad at. She decided to go to the kitchen and get an apple. Thinking was hard on an empty stomach.

 

Demyx became very focused on the sitar; this song was one he was planning really hard on. His cobalt eyes shifted from finger to dancing finger, and the vibrating of the strings.

Demyde sat with his replica of his dad's sitar, a yawn on his face. It was getting difficult to stifle the motion that would show how bored he was. He didnt need a sitar to summon water: he could do it with his own hands. He reminded himself his dad could, too, but Demyx prefered to use his instrument.

He blinked at his father, whose eyes were still focused on perfecting the song. A small smile was playing on his dad's lips as he finally strummed a warbling note that was perfectly in-tune at the part he had such difficulty at.

Demyde saw how entriced he was, for being such a musician, and decided he could sneak through the half open door. Getting up slowly, the 15 year old managed to slip out un-noticed. He stopped into the kitchen and ran into Larxene.

 

Larxene took her first bit into her apple, feeling a sensitive spot on her front teeth. She moaned in agitation and saw Demyde. Her glare glowed up.
"Hey there Demyde..." she said, a small smile on her face.

 

Demyde smiled nervously back. Honestly, he was afraid of Larxene. Was she up to something? Probably not... Demyde walked not too quickly by her so she wouldn't notice that he was nervous. Was she like a dog? Could she smell fear? Demyde laughed in his mind, Larxene wasn't all THAT bad.