never look back

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Sh-shut up!

[Axel thought he was free of these episodes. They hadn't happened, at least, since he'd been brought back to the past, and he only assumed that the loss of the heart would make them stop altogether. That assumption had been incorrect. With a particularly panicked affect, he was backed up against the wall in that room he'd died in, pressing against it as if he hoped he could just melt away... Tired and tormented green eyes were staring unfocused ahead as he caught his breath. Paranoia clawed at him.

Anyone passing by might notice his chakrams embedded into the wall opposite him, accompanied by a few scorchmarks, which were already dissipating as the wall mended itself. The smell of burning fabric might also be notable, as he'd gotten a little careless, singed his gloves.]

I want out. [He turns over, slamming a fist angrily into the wall he'd just been pressing his back against, scarred face twisted with rage and desperation.] I can't watch it happen again...

[Chakrams are returned to his grasp and he goes at the wall with renewed fury, but it is of course a futile effort. He keeps up like this and he's only going to end up hurting himself.]

(ooc: Mun's had a lame day more like week and wanted to try and make Axel's worse. Hooray, displacement. Or is this projection?)

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[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He leans against the door frame, looking down at his hands again. His gloves are thoroughly soaked with blood, so he pulls them off by the fingers with his teeth, wincing as the fabric pulls at the wounds. He lets the gloves drop to the floor.]

How much do I get on your nerves?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

I'd say it's none of your business, but you'd counter that it is because it's about you.

So I won't say anything at all.

[pulls out a first aid kid, a needle, and medical thread.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Hey, you shot me, I'd like to think I'm owed at least one answer. You keep refusing to answer most of my questions...

[ixero.livejournal.com]

That's only if I was actually fair.

[makes a careless hand motion.]

Sit down and hold your hand out.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

... Fine. [He steps into the bathroom and uses his hands to hoist himself back onto the counter, sitting on it. That only makes him wince a little, and he does as instructed and holds a hand out, palm up, to Roxas.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

[he's not very careful or fast, grabbing a strong hold on his wrist as he takes the threaded needle and stabs through a bit of flesh.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Axel flinches at first, instinctively drawing away, but he stops himself.]