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.]

Comments

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Not even this?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[those emerald eyes flick between the man before him and then the injury in question]

... you were there... you did this to me?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

This is from when we first met: I ripped your arm off; someone was kind enough to reattach it for you~

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he's shaking with exhaustion and quite a bit of fear. his eyes are wide as plates, leaning back on his right arm which inevitably put his scarred shoulder closer to Saïx's mouth]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Remember?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[his brow furrows as he bites his bloody lower lip]

... no.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he yelps as he falls onto his face, his hands barely catching his fall. he doesn't break his nose thankfully, but it doesn't help all the pain he's already in]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Until you remember, stay away from us. You'll be safer that way.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[now that's a familiar sound. his eyes go wide, pushing up onto his hands and knees so he can look over his shoulder which ironically puts his ass further up in the air]

Saïx, what are you--?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he pulls the jacket down from his face, sitting up onto his knees to wrap the warm coat around himself]

... thank you.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Both of us have given our warnings, the rest is up to you.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he hasn't a clue how Saïx got the scar, but he stares, pushing up to his feet and reaching out to brush his fingers over it lightly]

Who...?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

... Think about it.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he is tempted to grab at Saïx's arm, to follow him into the darkness, but the very act of trying to breathe is painful. he's certain the man will be pissed at any rate, so he steps back, watching the shadows envelop him]