For Nostalgia's Sake

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[A door opens, and a Roxas looking to be seventeen or eighteen walks through, backpack slung over his shoulder. There's a bandage on his cheek. He looks pretty average, for a Roxas, and doesn't emanate any strange power upon first glance.]

[However, there is something a little notable about this Roxas, perhaps familiar for some. There is a bracelet on his wrist. A friendship bracelet, and it looks decently worn, though well taken care of. It seems to still be pretty sturdy, but it's definitely far from new.]

[He pauses in the hallway as the door he came through closes behind him. His backpack slips from his grasp, and he jumps in surprise and grabs it just before it hits the floor, bringing it up to his chest and hugging it tightly. His eyes wander the hallway in wonder, shock, and disblief. It seems he's just realized that his front door didn't lead him to his living room. But that's not all he realized.]

... N...no way...

[Yes way, Roxas.]

... Again?



[[ OOC: Been a while, guys. C: ]]

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[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[:c why does everyone she seem to ask doesn't like school. She cuddles up to him, pointing to the bandage.]

... did he do that?

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

Uhm... Yeah. He did.

[And more than that, but it's been a couple days since their last falling out.]

But it's alright. It doesn't hurt.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

...d'you have to stay with him?

[Can't you stay with friends or other family members, she means.]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

... Yeah, I do. Did.

[It's complicated.] I couldn't leave my mom.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes widen.]

... you mom's with you?

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

... Back home, she's there.

[Not that she even acknowledges his presence anymore.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[She curls up on his lap for a while, quiet.]

...

... my mom's gone.

[You're lucky to even know yours, Roxas.]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[Roxas doesn't hesitate to put his arms protectively around her, kissing the top of her head.]

[Each day back home felt like he was losing his mom even more, so he knows the feeling. He'd do anything to get her to love him again. He doesn't think anyone should have to go through life without parents...]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

I never got to know her.

[She becomes a depressed little thing when it comes to mother talk.]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

M'sure she was a really beautiful person.

[He starts to run his fingers through her hair, just like he used to.]

Had to be, to have a daughter like you.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[She smiles a little.]

Dad says 'm almost exactly like her. We look the same and act the same.

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

Then she really was.

[He gives her a light squeeze of a hug.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[She buries her face on his shoulder, nodding quietly.]

... is your mom nice?

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[Roxas continues to stroke her hair.]

... Mhmm. She's so beautiful, and she's strong, and... graceful. She always used to look at me with a smile on her face.

[Even though now, she wouldn't even bother to look at him.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

... why did she stop?

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[His hand slows, almost stills for a moment.]

... I don't know.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[She just looks up at him, hugging him tighter.]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[He resumes running fingers gently through her hair when she does that.]

... S'okay, though. I'm back here, now... Nothing else really matters.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

But y'still feel sad because she stopped paying attention, right?

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[No one's ever confronted these issues before. He takes a moment to find the strength to admit his answer.]

... Y-yeah. I do.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

... then, it's okay to be sad.

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

... [He kisses the top of her head again. He doesn't have the heart to argue with that.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[She beams a little at that, fingering the bracelet she gave him. Oh right!]

D'you know where Axel is?

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[He turns a bit rigid, all of a sudden.]

... No.

[He frowns.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

He's disappeared too. I miss him.

[:<]