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[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Just to clear the confusion from a little whiny brat,

A very very smart way to stop the 'big Roxases'  from fighting is to keep them away from me.

Got it? Unless your name is Cupcake, I don't care about you! ♥

So don't blame me the next time I have a knife at your throat. My personal bubble only allows one mirror image, and so long as I'm stuck here with the rest of you nasty bastards, you better respect it or stop complaining.

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[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[s-sdhgsj. o-orgasm much? perks up like a kitty and meanders over to, all smiles.]

Cupcake is another Roxas from Earth. I care a lot about him, but I'm also a fan of most every Sora, so you can rest assured I'll never hurt you.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[--eek. gives a quiet little squeak, but stays still like a brave girl. when he speaks, he relaxes and lets out a short breath of relief. smiles.]

O-oh. Are you two very good friends then, this Roxas and... these other Soras?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

This Roxas is ... [he still isn't sure if he should necessarily call him a 'boyfriend', as nothing's quite established yet.]

He means more to me than anything else right now. And the Soras, well. It's a long story, but I bent my life on protecting my brother, Sora, so I feel as if I have a sentimental attachment to them.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[smiles, threading fingers through a piece of string, absently remaking and taking apart cat's cradle.]

Oh, I see. So... you're different from the Roxas I know.

[closes eyes for a moment.]

... your brother Sora, he's very special to you, so you'd do anything for him, right? That's... [pause. opens eyes, looks down at the mess of string, and pulls his hands apart. makes an eiffel tower-like structure.]

... a real brother.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised, the lengths I went through to get him to realize how much I cared.

small text muttered.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[gives a quiet tch, shakes head. folds legs beside him, chewing on his bottom lip.]

Anyone would've been lucky to have a brother like you. Mine nearly killed me, after all. Not very gentlemanly, I must say...

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Funny, that.

[leans in so his voice can be quieted.] I killed everyone but him.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

Is it, r--

[gasp catches in throat. swallows, heart thumping wildly. --is a brave girl boy. started this conversation, will finish it.]

You were... really dedicated, weren't you? [has stopped playing with the string by now, looks over at him in the eyes.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Oh, ... I loved him more than any brother should've, but I kept those thoughts at bay enough for him to be ignorant towards it.

[reaches up, touching the other's cheek, then neck.]

Everyone was a very, very horrible person to him. They all laughed at his expense and they made him cry, so I killed them.

[he can't, just can't help himself when he leans in, a soft kiss pressed to the corner of Sora's mouth.]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[seems genuinely speechless for a while, shivering a little at the touch.]

I-... I'm sorry. If he ever comes here, just tell me who he is and I'll never ever be mean to him.

[--starts to tilt his head a little away from him, but is kind of caught. he seems completely still, but then slowly pulls away. looks... confused, first of all. but then again, he lightly smiles.]

... d-do I remind you of him?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[feels his heart clench when the other pulls back, but it's something he has to accept wholly, taking a deep breath.]

You do ... you're his age, too. I can tell by the look in your face, you look exactly how he would've looked if I'd seen him after the five years I was locked up.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head, smiles. nods.]

... really? Well, I... can't ever take someone's place, but I can promise I'll be by you until he shows up.

[reaches over and hugs him.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

He's not showing up. He hates my guts.

[it's fact, the kid shunned him and eventually stopped talking to him well before he was sent off to prison, and not a visit, not a peep from his mother, nothing in reply to their note in the mail that he'd be off to execution on a Sunday.]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[frowns, pulls away and looks at him, although one hand goes to his side; takes out an embroidered handkerchief and scrubs at one of his eyes.]

W-what...? But that makes no sense... you're everything I could--

[pauses, looks away.]

... everything a Sora could want.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Apparently, not to him. He was more concerned for his friends, the ones that betrayed him, messed with his heart, and stole him away from me.

A part of me wishes I could've just been the silently jealous type. Maybe I should've offed myself instead of all of those people.

[would've probably made the brunet a hell of a lot happier. as happy as hypocrisy and false friendships went.]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[pauses, listening to him carefully. sits there, grasping the handkerchief in one hand tightly. eventually tilts self forwards, so his head falls on his shoulder. is completely unaware of how 'intimate' he's being.]

... don't say that. It's not right.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[it doesn't matter, he doesn't care, it just feels so normal and right to hold what he's lost so long ago, finally wrapping his arms around the other. it may not be his Sora, but they're all one in the same.]

There're things that keep me here now, things that keep me motivated, but I know I was perfectly ready to accept my death when I was informed that it'd be a week away from the day I appeared here.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[smiles a little, shifts so he's resting his chin on his shoulder.]

That's funny, it reminds me of when I went through something similar.

I bet your Roxas motivates you, right?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[leans his head over to brush his lips along the side of Sora's face, right above his eye. it's all soft, all kind hearted. nothing like the boy that wouldn't think twice before holding a knife to someone else's throat.]

He does.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[feels himself getting red, closes the eye below where Roxas is pressing his lips. trails off, voice already very soft.]

I thought so...

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[kisses again, and again. he's free to say stop whenever.]

He's trying to stop me from killing for sport. It'd be a good idea, but when he's not around, I don't know how to deal with myself. I get anxious, and I get bored.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[kind of afraid of what would happen. closes eyes. as long as it's not on the lips, is kind of okay with it. fiddles slightly with his corset ribbons as he speaks.]

... well... killing for sport? I...

I can't agree with that, that's the same reason my family was killed... maybe he should be around you more often, though?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[stops though, sensing the nervousness. he finally pulls back and strays away a good few steps.]

Not necessarily for sport, but I dare people to rub me the wrong way so I have a reason to hurt them.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[--... misses the warmth, shoulders falling. but you can't win 'em all, so he sits tight, looking up at him through brown lashes.]

... well, it is their fault if they decide to overstep your boundaries. It's very rude.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[taps his foot.]

Specifically why I said this warning in the first place. Some are getting whiny that I don't necessarily enjoy my personal bubble toyed with, so I told them to keep their stupid mirrors to themselves.