i marvel at the stars and feel my heart overflow

[frexas.livejournal.com]

[inside of a larger room that looks a bit oriental, he's curled up on the slate of the koi pond, peering idly over the edge. soft, very subtle lyrics are spilling from his lips into the humid air.]

Two weeks without my lover,
I'm in this boat alone ...
Floating down a river named emotion,
will I make it back to shore or drift into the unknown ..?

Comments

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river

[she smiles at him]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Heh ... you have a better voice than I do.

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

You weren't bad. Guess I've just had a lot of practice. [shrugs]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Too much time spent studying to really indulge on anything else besides work. Such is the life of a college kid.

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

You should take the time here to have some fun. Can't study all the time. Life's too short for that.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Eh, college is four years out of an estimated eighty. I think I'm good, but since I really don't have my stuff here I have no choice but to enjoy myself.

Oh bother.

[snickers.]

[everlyafter.livejournal.com]

[smiles]

Oh well~

[frexas.livejournal.com]

[eyes open wide, he turns around to see him, smiling a little. well ... he was here because he had been depressed over the redhead, but with him smiling he really can't argue.]

I'm sure you do hidden deep down inside.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

You should let me in, sometime.

[his voice is quieter and he tucks his legs beneath himself, setting against the other's side.]

What've you been up to ...?

[frexas.livejournal.com]

You know, you could've asked and I would've found you one ...

[peers over at it.]

... way to pick Satan's cane. [eyes the goat-skull top.]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Sure, you can now whack people like any pissed off old man.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Why not? It'd be a hell of a lot better than being dragged to every corner of the city by a you who was never satisfied by what life gave 'em.

[smiles fondly ...]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Or we could just stay here forever.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

I wish I could take you back with me ...

[swallows a little too hard.]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

[snorts, shoving at him.]

They'll just have to get over it, won't they?

[frexas.livejournal.com]

H-heh--

[blushes, turning away to hide it. he'd forgotten about the reflection, though.]

He was just my roommate. Nothing more than a friend.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

He always did grab my ass, but then he was bringing friends to the room in the same night and asking me if I could bum with someone else.

[rubs the back of his neck.]

He always was trying to hook me up with people, too.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

... no, not really. I was so close to having sex with all of those people because I was so drunk.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Of course not. I came to before pants came off, but I never remembered anything before that.

It was embarrassing and heartbreaking. Half of them honestly didn't look like the type to go barhopping for bedbuddies.

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

[he kneels down beside him, glancing down into the pond.]

Didn't know you were such a great singer, Roxas.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

[w-whoa, okay, well ... that's definitely new.]

... thanks.

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

[smiles, leaning back a little.]

So how'd you get here?

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Honestly, I wish I knew ... I just woke up in a bed here.

[rolls onto his back to look up at him.]

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

[grins, waving a hand.]

Yo.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

[waves back, smiling softly.]

Hey there.

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

[--wait. pause, rewind. eyes widen slightly.]

--hey, you have freckles? Don't remember that.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Oh-- uh ...

[reaches up to cover his face a little, sighing.]

That's because I'm not the Roxas you know.

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

[a beat.]

--but... Olette, Roxas and I are like--wait a second. Are you sure?

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Sorry.

[turns his eyes to the fish.]

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

Uh... it's...

It's fine. Hey, we can still be friends.

[frexas.livejournal.com]

Your Roxas won't get jealous now, will he?

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

Nah, he likes Olette.

[makes a face.]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

What, you jealous of him?

[blinks-- then smirks.]

... or are you jealous of her?

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

[pause before--three, two, one. he yelps--]

--hey, now, wait a minute!

[frexas.livejournal.com]

[laaaaughing.]

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

[bright red.]

I don't swing like that--Roxas may have Olette, but it's not like--it's--!

[frexas.livejournal.com]

[he just might be giggling, pulling back to recollect himself before he falls into the water.]

You know, if you did I don't mind. I don't even know which way I swing ...

[skaterboard.livejournal.com]

You know, I don't even know either. With the world being all wiped out. And stuff.