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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[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Yup. And I still don't get it.

[Smirks anyway, but it fades and he sighs] So what do you remember?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[his brows knit as he considers this. what did he remember? nothing of whatever this man wants him to]

Getting drunk with Roxas. We did some E and then came back here and fucked 'til we passed out.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

I didn't know you were with a Roxas...

Huh. Okay... [rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck] And I'm still not ringing any bells? What about Larxene? ... Saix?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[blinks at him]

Not a one.

She's the lesbian mother of my son, Sora. I don't know a Saix.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

...

Awesome. [Doesn't sound like he means that.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he stares at him]

Lemme guess... not Pittsburgh?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Definitely not.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Explain... slowly...

A hot cup of coffee would help.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

I'll go get you one then. [portals are so useful]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[while he's gone, he sinks into the bedding with a groan. just his fucking luck]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[he returns the same way he left after a moment with a hot cup of coffee, offering it to the other Axel.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he takes it with a weak smile, sipping it down with a contented sigh]

Thanks, man.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

No problem...

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[half the cup is gone before he speaks, asking a question he's not sure he wants the answer to]

So, what the fuck's going on?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

This place is an interdimensional... crossroads, I guess. Basically, people from a lot of alternate universes plucked out of their own worlds and thrown in here. You've been here before. I'm not sure for how long but at least a year, maybe two.

[He sighs.] Or more. Seems you've lost your memory of all that, though.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

... you sure this isn't just one hell of a hangover?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Have you ever talked to yourself during a hangover before?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

There's a first time for everything.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

It isn't the hangover.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

... well.

[looks at him]

What now then?