as sincere as a dog.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[someone's seated at the kitchen table, a needle held delicately between two fingers. he's trying to thread the damn thing, but he keeps stabbing his fingertips by accident and leaving little droplets of blood all over the tabletop.]

...I think I need a hand with this.

Comments

[celaje.livejournal.com]

--hey, it's you again.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Really? I don't think I'd have noticed if you hadn't pointed it out.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you--whoah, you're making a mess.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[yeah, it's pretty obvious that he has no fine motor skills.]

Then I hope whoever cleans up around here has a strong stomach.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[smell that? it's a nice lemony smell. someone's cleaning.]

What're you trying to do, anyway?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[pantomimes sticking a needle into his eyelid and stitching.]

[celaje.livejournal.com]

Ohhh.

--gimme the needle, I can do it.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[does a little flourish with the needle, as if it's a conductor's baton.]

Do your worst.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[grabs his wrist, taking the needle. silence for a while.]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[...starts humming the jaws theme.]

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[s-snicker.]

Cute. Stay still.

[he's leaning in close. someone's been eating strawberries.]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[griiin.]

Of course, doc.

[suddenly sitting still as a statue, hardly even breathing.]

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[it's relatively quick work, although he's careful. not too bad, but not completely surgical.]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[squirms a little as the needle goes in, but stays still for most of the 'operation'. it feels strange to not be able to blink.]

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[so he's pulling away and beaming.]

Alright, done!

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

(namine in her twenties wants to be useful)

I can help-

(oh wait. cast on left arm. she can't really thread a needle with that)

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Unless you know how to sew up a wound, I don't think you can.

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

Oh.
Well, I could help you thread the needle...

(yeah, she's not sure how she's gonna do that)

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Go for it, then.

[drops the needle and thread onto the table and props his head on his chin.]

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

(she carefully picks it up, along with the thread. after a moment of thought, she puts the needle in her left hand (since that's about the only thing she can do with it), careful not to prick herself. she puts the tip of the thread in her mouth, trying to make it easier to get in that small needle eye. she threads it on her third attempt)

Here.

(she takes it out of her left hand so she can hand it to him, and does so)

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[victolee!]

Good girl.

[swipes it.]

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

(she sighs. he could've been more polite...)

You're welcome.

(she looks at where his eyes should be)

What happened to your eyes?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

There was this giant swordfish, right, and it just jumped at me out of nowhere...

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

(she frowns. that's obviously not true... then it hits her. what if he doesn't want to talk about it?)

Do you not want to talk about it?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Clever of you to figure it out.

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. That-it must have hurt.

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

Trying to hide those pretty sockets of yours~?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Don't be bitter, Roxas. Just because I didn't ask you to help doesn't mean we're not still friends.

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

'M not bitter. Just hurt you'd want to hide my handiwork.

[is playing with his orb pendant, swinging it back and forth]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I'm really not interested in having flies buzzing in and out of them.

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

[plucks the needle from him, an almost soft look on his face]

It'd be awful if one got trapped in there before you sewed it shut. Then it'd just buzz and buzz until it died.

[caresses Axel's cheek, the needle still in hand]

Shall I fix you up~?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

If I said no, would you listen?

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know. I believe I said no once, and you completely ignored me.

I promise I'll be gentle~

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

As gentle as you were last time?

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

[leans in, just barely brushing his lips against his cheek]

As gentle as that.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[doesn't believe him for a second, but.]

Do it, then. Just don't have too much fun.

[ihasyoureye.livejournal.com]

[kisses Axel ever so sweetly, a finger rubbing along the edge of a gaping socket before he pulls back. tying a knot at the end of the thread, he carefully pushes the needle through his lower lid. as pissed as he was over the whole thing, this was still Axel - his Axel - and somewhere deep in his twisted insides, he still cared for him... in his own way]

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

Hiya mister. I remember you!

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I remember you too, little guy.

[his arm is still aching from the day before.]

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

How have you been, mister?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I figured out that painkillers don't really work on Nobodies. Other than that, swell.

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

[bounces over to him, sitting down]

That's not good, mister. I hope you feel better.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I kind of doubt that you're being sincere.

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

I am though. I like you, mister.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

You have a weird way of showing it.

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

Huh?