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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[up in the attic by himself, though the ladder is still down]

[has thrown his wet, bloodied and torn coat onto a few boxes - is working on bandaging his stomach, covering the nearly closed gouge at his side]

[takes a swig of water from a bottle on top of a dusty box as he makes his way over to the corner of the room, which is stacked with about a dozen old comforters and pillows] [sits down on top of them, pokes at the healing wound next to his shoulder] Ow!

.... [sighs, slowly falls backwards onto a few pillows and looks at the rafters]

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[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[watches this. A low whistle before he imitates the sound of a whip cracking with appropriate hand gestures.]

Da~mn.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

Normally he wouldn't care what I say, I think we just grossed him out.

[gets up and walks to the ladder, pulls on a rope he attached to the hinges and it slams shut] Should've done that to begin with.

I hate him. [sighs and walks back over to Axel, runs a hand through his hair]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[leans back again.] Messed-up coincidence this week, huh. Xigbar from your world and the Larxene from mine both show up.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[lays down next to him, winces at his stomach wound] We can avoid them. Not a problem.

Hey Axel? Thanks for saving me, back there.

[grins at him] You were really cool.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[laughs.]

I already know I'm awesome, Dem. But thanks for the compliment.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[frowns] How humble.

...Why'd you want me to go with Xigbar?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

'cause he wouldn't leave us alone if you didn't. It'll be like having a chaperon, except the kind who actually come and break things up instead of going off somewhere to get drunk.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[shakes head] Nah... I'll talk to him later about it. And he'll figure it out sooner or later, if he hasn't already.

[snuggles up next to Axel and closes his eyes] Today was exhausting.

[eyes closed, looks quite content] What'd you do to Larxene to piss her off so bad, anyway?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[Demyx might be able to feel Axel tense slightly at the question.]

Killed her. Indirectly.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[opens eyes] Huh.

How'd you manage that?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

I let that girl Naminé escape. She went and found Sora, and you know how that kid's like after meeting someone who needs his help. Larxene pushed him a bit too far when she went to get Naminé back.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

...That's not your fault.

It's her own, really. Or Sora's.

But not yours... [furrows brow]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well. Apparently she doesn't see it that way.

[skipping over "unnecessary details." He hadn't been faking his surprise when he found out just how deep her grudge was.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[laughs a little] Yeah, apparently not. [reaches over and plays with a strand of Axel's hair, by his ear, smiling]

I never liked Larxene, she's always scared me... [hand falls a bit, to Axel's chest]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[lets him do that, stretching lightly - ending by clasping his arm around Demyx's shoulders. His bad.]

You sure didn't seem scared earlier.

[well, not exactly true. But least he tried.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[smiles at the touch]

Actually, and I know it's hard to believe, I was really terrified.

But thanks. [grins]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[tries to keep his tone casual, though there's a seriousness behind it nevertheless:]

Heh. As tempting as it is for me to play the damsel in distress, just leave her to me next time, okay?

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[looks down, red with embarrassment]

Y-yeah...

[tries to sound confident] ...I know you can handle it.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Wow, Dem. Simply inspiring, your confidence in me.

[juuust teasing.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[has a little laughing fit, buries his face in Axel's shoulder]

S-sorry... Heh. [calms his nerves, kisses Axel at the neck]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[the fingers of the hand at Demyx's shoulder is toying idly with the longer strands of the other's hair.]

Looks like I'm distracting you from that rest you're supposed to be having.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

Mm, just a little... [nibbles at Axel's neck, runs a hand down his chest, towards his stomach] I don't mind.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[quiet laugh, leaning to graze his lips across Demyx's forehead.]

You're going to R-E-G-R-E-T it later, y'know~

[and Axel's setting a good example as always.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

Nah. [grins] I figure I owe you for saving my butt, anyway. [hand creeping into Axel's pants]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[uh. Okay. Not complaining here~. There's a really, really quiet gasp.]

Damn, I need to do that more often.