[a sharp gasp fills the room as the energy stops the flow of blood, just leaving the scratches looking a bit raw, like they're a day old already. Axel looks up at Saïx with surprise, even opening his right eye with a bit of a flinch. there's blood on his lashes, like thick red mascara.
he still doesn't know what to say. it almost seems like a lover's spat to him, though he can't fathom why the fuck he's involved]
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he still doesn't know what to say. it almost seems like a lover's spat to him, though he can't fathom why the fuck he's involved]