with no particular rhyme or reason;

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[Here's an Axel, lounging on a sofa in the library with a book. Though the observant might notice he's not actually reading, judging by how his eyes seem to have a far-off look despite being fixed on the words.

And how he's been on the same page for the past ten minutes.]

Comments

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[whoop. Assassin blocking Demyx's way.]

Don't.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[jumps, the Dancers get into their battle stance]

[looks over his shoulder at Axel, his eyes are wet and that's the last thing he wants him to see]

[motions to the Dancers, mumbles] Calm down, guys...

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[the Assassin inclines its head slightly; talking to another member of the Organization, after all.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

R-right...

[stands over Axel, looks down at the book covering his face]

A-apparently you require me.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[mumbles from underneath the book:]

Sorry.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[tear drops from his face, freaks out and it shows on his face, quickly wipes it away]

[voice sounds a little sobby] Sorry for what?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[sits up, letting the book fall to the floor, resting his arms on his knees. Doesn't seem to notice the crying yet.]

For being an idiot.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[getting really freakin' annoyed, his eyes are all red and watery and another tear runs down his face, quickly wipes it with the back of his glove]

[looks at him, surprised] You haven't been an idiot.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[just shakes his head, gazing elsewhere. The Assassins are starting to drift closer to him out of their own volition, since he's not ordering them away anymore.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[looks worried]

N-no, really, you haven't been stupid at all.

I mean, not to me. Maybe you think so, but I don't! ...If it matters.

[wishes he could shut his own mouth sometimes]

1/2

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[apparently that kicks him a bit more into reality, because the cluster of Assassins gathering around him have gone off to do other things, leaving lots of empty space around their master.]

...It does. [glances at Demyx, and -]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[uh-oh. He can tell when someone's been crying. Has had plenty of experience with a certain blond who always denied it back home.]

Demyx?

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[teary-eyed smile of relief]

[...That quickly fades as another tear escapes]

...Wh-what? [wipes his eye and tries to look away]

[Dancers parade around the Assassins, interested in them]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Forehead, meet palm.]

Not to you, huh.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[smiles at him, watery eyes and all]

[shakes head] Nope.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[snaps head up and looks at Demyx.]

Why else would you be crying?

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

I dunno. [sniffs and smiles] ....

[Might as well say something, I guess.]
Look, Axel. I don't know if now's the best time to say it... But I've already, kind of, you know... decided... that this year... Uh.

Th-this year, I want it to be great. For you, I mean! I wanna make sure... I mean, that you...

[cringes, looks at him in a you-know-what-I'm-saying? sort of way]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[The look in Axel's eyes softens. When he looks down this time, it's more in a transparent attempt to hide a smile.]

Thanks, Dem.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[Augh, big green eyes - brb, melting]

...Y-yeah. No problem. [smiles, fidgets with his sitar]

[ooc: Dem is such a giiiirrl.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

(OOC: But it's cute~)

[stands up and walks over to Demyx, all for the purpose of lightly punching him on the shoulder.]

Just don't cry again, yeah? Least not on my account.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[laughs] I won't. Trust me.

[face brightens, excited smile] Hey, wanna go play Brawl up in the attic?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Heh. Sure.

[what the hell, fighting games are always good for letting go of pent-up emotions.]

But you're not gonna win this time.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

I won't! I promise. ...It's not like I cry often, y'know.

[waves hand, opens a portal to the attic, backs into it] Pff, we'll see about that, won't we! [leaves the portal open for Axel, steps into the attic]

[ooc: Lol, new post time w/ setting in the attic?]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[follows, after dismissing the Assassins. For a bunch of spike-covered Nobodies, they sure are concerned about their master.]

(OOC: Of course~! And lafjacndsfj pleasestopmefrommakingtheLarxenefromthisAxel'suniverselolwhatex-"girlfriend")

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[ooc: AHAHA, I was actually thinking of making my Xig account be from Dem's universe. x)) Sent to find him after he disappeared in the Underworld... Do it!]

[Dancers are left alone, will probably end up following Demyx up to the attic and getting yelled at]