will you pause and break my heart?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[there's a familiar looking Axel sprawled out on a random bed. he's passed out, the smell of vodka on his breath. he's in nothing but a blanket, a sight that's not that uncommon... what's visible of his body is covered in scars. the one that stands out the most is the one around his left shoulder, which gives him away completely to those who knew him before.

the only problem is, he's not going to remember you. he's going to be a bit hungover and pissed to the nines when he wakes up. he doesn't remember a thing except getting really drunk the night before with his Roxas, and doing some E and... well, not much else.

feel free to harass at will, you know the drill.]

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[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he pushes his hair out of his face, sighing softly]

There's no way I slept through your entire childhood.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(He shoves the pillow at him, a little irritated and a lot more confused.)

You don't make any sense. I've never met you before! I don't know who you are, why would you be in my childhood, anyway?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[and it's starting to dawn on him that maybe he's done something wrong. that he's not at home at all]

... this isn't Pittsburgh, is it?

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(Sora huffs, hands on his hips.)

No kidding.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Makes sense... kinda.

[rubs at his head]

Sorry kid. You look like... someone familiar.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

You don't.

(Sora's getting a little unnerved by all the people who 'know' him. The only person he knows is Ansem the Wise.)

Who're you?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Nothing does anymore.

[he rubs at his eyes, his voice a bit pained]

Axel Kinney.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(He repeats 'Axel' quietly, raking his hands through his hair. It's sort of bitter on his tongue...)

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

And you're Sora.

[Captain Obvious strikes again!]

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(He looks at him, before... down.)

Who did you think I was?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

... my son.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

... no way.

(He takes a step back.)

That's...

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[watches him carefully, not saying anything more]

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(Sora doesn't know his parents. What if Axel is his father--? He struggles to say something, before just sharing his head and turning away.)

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

But... you're too old to be him. He's like three.

[basstune.livejournal.com]

(Suddenly, he sighs in relief!)

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[gives him a little smile]

I know, right?