i dreamed i was dying as i so often do

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's still in his room, on his bed. His coat and shirt were on the floor, the room was starting to feel stuffy and uncomfortable. He'd been up a few times, obvious enough by the cans of soda on the bedside table next to him that hadn't been there when Roxas had dragged him back here, half-awake and half-alive. The 'power outage' had thrown him a little, he'd felt a little vulnerable, but he knew right away when it was back. That familiar warmth was at his fingertips, he could light a flame in his hand at will again. He had the energy to do it, too, now that he'd gotten some rest.

He was sitting up, the scars on his arms and chest earlier had nearly disappeared now with his second or third X-Potion, but it wasn't really all that easy to tell. His knees were drawn up close to his chest and an arm wrapped around them. The other was resting across his knees, and he was snapping his fingers.

snap. A small flame flickered to life at his fingertips, burned the miniscule amount of energy he was willing to put towards it, and died out within a few seconds. snap. The same thing happened again.

He watched it with grim fascination each time.]

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[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[Head snaps up to meet his gaze.]

N-No! Of course not!

[Just as quickly he looks off to the side, contemplating whether he should leave and find a different area of the dressing room to wander around in. Surely the other areas are just as nice...]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Then what do you want?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Oh... He sits back, frowning a little now, leaning back on his arms.]

That's kind of a hard apology to accept.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

You don't need to accept it, but I thought it would be better than no apology at all. [His gaze slowly drifts back to the floor and stays there.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

I'll think about it.

[He too looks at the floor, taking a deep breath and letting it out slow.]

... That's how I do it, then? I light myself on fire?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[He freezes up on the spot. Everything. Stopping. A bell--]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

... Mm. All right.

[snap. Stares at it blankly.] You're all healed up and well again, I imagine.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[Flinches at the flame; swallows audibly. The air is feeling incredibly thick right now.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

That's good. [He guesses? He couldn't deny that he was angry with Saix, but... Saix couldn't really help it, could he?]

[snap]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[Flinches again.]

...

[A quiet plea.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

What? ... Oh, this? [snap]

S'it bothering you?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[It wasn't because of the memories, Saïx was concerned for Axel himself.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Okay. [Lets his hand drop to his side and looks at Saix.]

You're not all right, are you?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I-I'm fine. Y-You're the one that doesn't seem alright.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Tired. I'm fine. But you...

I don't get it. It's like you're bipolar. I mean, I do get it, but... [shrugs, running a hand subconsciously over the small patch of scarred tissue] I don't know.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[Notices what the other does, but he can't exactly see it unfortunately. He's risking a glance at Axel.]

...You don't know?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

You're... A demon.

You wanted to kill me, but then I started to kill myself and you freaked out. I don't get it.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

...

[Eyes glued to the floor securely. After a long pause, he speaks quietly, almost dazed.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Oh... I'm sorry.

[Not really sure what else to say.]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[Abruptly stops, realizing he let something slip out.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Third time?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Nothing. [Blank stare.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

No. Explain. You owe me an explanation.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I owe you nothing.