live alone with just.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[not at the piano, not with a guitar, but simply tapping against the table with a flat hand and a cupped hand. he's waiting for the water to boil, singing idly.]

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew,
Right off the ground to float to you.
There's no gravity to hold me down, for real,
But somehow I'm still alive inside,
You took my breath, but I survived.
I don't know how, but I don't even care.

So how do you expect me
To live alone with just me?
'Cause my world revolves around you,
It's so hard for me to breathe...

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[seducingly.livejournal.com]

[from a concealed distance, Riku has an audience. the audience, however, has no intention of showing itself.]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[his head is moving from side to side, eyes closed.]

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air,
Can't live, can't breathe with no air,
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there,
It's no air, no air.
Got me out here in the water so deep,
Tell me how you gonna be without me?
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe,
It's no air, no air.

[--but those eyes snap open as he hears the whistle, and as soon as he gets up he... can feel it. looks back, around cautiously.]

[seducingly.livejournal.com]

[the presence fades just as it had come, darkness licking away the rest of the form until he's completely gone.]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[... feels very creeped out. straightens, going to his pot of water.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I didn't know you could sing~

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[--startled, looks down quickly.]

I-I c...

[but the same aura his Axel has isn't there. so he looks behind him and lets out a sigh.]

Oh. It's you.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[lays a gentle hand on his shoulder]

Yup, no one special~ Just little ol' me.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[huff.]

I meant you weren't him.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I'm just teasing. I know what you meant.

[places a gentle kiss on his cheek before moving to straddle a stool, watching him]

Whatcha doing?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

Waiting for the water to boil.

[hand against chin.]

I think I'll try for black tea.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Got enough for two cups? I could seriously use some coffee.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

I could make some. You don't have to drink tea, I'll probably make it wrong anyway.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

How hard is it to put a tea bag in a mug of hot water?

[teasing smile, getting up to rummage in the cabinets]

I'll make the coffee, you focus on your tea.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he blinks at Axel as he starts taking a tea bag from a box.]

Actually, different tea leaves open at different times.

Black tea leaves, for example, open just a little over 95 degrees. If they don't open completely, the aroma and color isn't properly released and it tastes too watery. If you boil the water too high, the tea turns bitter.

[... and he goes silent, because he knows that's something only old ladies would know.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[now he's blinking, obviously impressed]

Learn something new every day.

[smiles reassuringly at the boy, getting a mug from the cabinet for himself]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Always knew the caged little songbird had a gorgeous voice when he wasn't just screaming for us.

[purrs it after standing there listening for a while]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[sh-shudders suddenly, falling completely silent.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Sing, little songbird. Start singing again.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[hates that pet name. doesn't want to sing anymore.]

If I should die before I wake,
It's 'cause you took my breath away.
Losing you is like living in a world with no air.
I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave,
My heart won't move, it's incomplete,
If there was a way that I can make you understand...

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[j-just laughs, coming closer and stroking a finger down his throat]

Oh and doesn't that bring back memories of that time with the belt...

[purrs it, and then slices his finger across his throat, smirking]

I'd like to make you mute, I think, pretty songbird.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he squeezes his eyes shut, falling silent again. his hands are tightly clasped together and it's as if he's praying for Axel to just leave him alone when the pot whistles.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

Make whatever it is you are making, little songbird.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[so he gets up, carefully putting the black tea leaves in his cup and pouring the water into it. takes a small sip, and actually smiles.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[just watches, frowning at the smile]

So how is that darling little Sora?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[ugh that smile is gone now.]

I haven't spoken with him.