eating away the walls and the distance.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[there's a redhead propped against a wall in one of the more spacious rooms. the skin around his eye sockets is red and angry; the sockets themselves are empty, scraped clean.]

Guess I should take these things in stride.
 
[ooc; warning for squick/pseudo-guro.]

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[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

If the geezers in the Org couldn't fix them, I doubt that I could anything.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

,,,Oh.

[hard to keep the disappointment out]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

You're acting awfully concered about some guy you don't even know.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...The same thing happened to me.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Really?

[and now he's all sunshine and smiles, pulling himself to his feet and sauntering over in the direction of Sora's voice.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[hears the footsteps and presses against the wall]

y-yeah...

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[he's feeling you out, fingers flitting over the other's hair and face.]

What a lovely coincidence.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[makes a strangled noise of fear, shaking]

W-what...?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Didn't I already tell you to relax? I'm not going to hurt you.

[those hands are creeping closer to Sora's missing eyes, tickling at the rims of the sockets.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[just shakes, making soft, scared noises]

T-they said that too.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I make a point of not telling lies to people who won't believe them.

[presses his thumbs in.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[that gets Axel a throaty, startled noise, and Sora's pushing at his stomach before his hands fist tightly in his shirt]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Whoa, didn't realize you were going to like it that much.

[sounds amused, still feeling around the inside of Sora's eye sockets.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[shaking hard, just trying to say something, anything to make him stop]

N-n-n-no--

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[sighs dramatically before he pulls away.]

What a shame. For a minute I thought you were like that Roxas that got off on me pulling his eye out.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[just stops moving, trembling]

W-why would you do that?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Why would I stop raping your face or why would I pull his eye out?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[licks his lips, trying to calm himself]

T-the- ...both.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

First, I didn't feel like going through the effort of tying you down and having my way with you. Second, he asked me to.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[freezes]

T-too late. An A-A-Axel already did.

[finding it hard to stop stumbling over words, hands still fisted in Axel's shirt]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[siiighs.]

Too bad. That means that you're damaged goods.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[f-flinches]

I g-guess.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[pets his head lightly.]

I'm sure there's an Axel or two that'd be willing to have you. At the same time, even.

[totally just fucking with his head now.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head furiously]

N-no, no, no one should want me so I'm fine.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

You sound terrified. I guess my double didn't show you a good time.