lesdemonium:

In most cases, Zexion liked how Demyx talked; he liked the way his mouth formed the words and the way his voice made them sound. As a lover of words, he did have a preference for certain pronunciations and a particular cadence to the syllables, and Demyx did have a knack for making even the most complicated of words roll off the tongue. But sometimes, Zexion just needed a little piece and quiet.

He learned early on in his relationship that the best way to made Demyx calm down and stay still was to read to him. They would sit wrapped up in each other while Zexion read a book. At first, he discovered it on a fluke. Demyx was asking questions every few seconds about what Zexion was reading, until finally he just started reading aloud. Even now, months later, it’s found a way into their evening tradition. For at least half an hour, they would sit down and Zexion would read aloud to the blonde while Demyx traced patterns into Zexion’s arm.

It took a long time, though, for the darker haired male to realize that he wasn’t just aimlessly tracing. After a while, he realized that Demyx was tracing words. It took a lot of practice to be able to pay attention to both the words on the page and deciphering the words on his arm.

Zexion almost choked when he first recognized the three word phrase.