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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]

[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.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[smirks at the gasp, gives him an 'I-heard-that' sort of look, with purring laugh at the back of his throat as he moves closer to Axel]
[kisses him while working at the button on his pants]

[ooc: DEM YOU SLUT.]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[decides to let Demyx top. Just because he almost died today.]

(OOC: lololol fade-to-black~)