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kingdomdressing2008-06-19 10:15 pm
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i dreamed i was dying as i so often do
[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.]
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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... You were right. None of my business.
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I'm not gonna waste any more of my time on someone with such a defeatist attitude.
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Oh, that's lovely if you think this has been a waste of time. However...
[He leans down, a hand on each shoulder and whispering warmly into Axel's ear.]
...
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...
[something occurs to him, and he arches a brow.]
Easily? Need I remind you that you tried to kill my best friend and then myself? I doubt it would be taken as a judge of character if I quit on you now.
... Why are you doing this?
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[Pulls back slightly so Axel can see his borderline insane smirk. The look is familiar~]
The fun's not over yet, this demon still wants Roxas -- any Roxas -- dead. Probably you too when it's not confused. Shouldn't the hero do something about it since I can't?
*totally didn't fall asleep right next to the keyboard, what are you talking about*
... Even if it's for Roxas' good more than either of us, that's... More involved with you than you want me to be getting, trust me.
Oh dear.
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You kind of very effectively kicked my ass last time.
Besides, I promised Roxas I was done picking fights. I'm keeping that one too, for now.
[excuses, excuses, Axel. What's the real reason?]
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That all that's holding you back?
[Lazily resting his head on a shoulder; His look has returned to normal.]
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Sa-Saix... [compose yourself, Axel.]
... Well isn't that enough?
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[Fiddling boredly with a lock of spiky red hair.]
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[Finding absolutely nothing wrong with having the warm body pressed up against his, nor the fact that his breath is certainly tickling across exposed skin.]
You should have killed me.
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[There might have been a slight purr within those words; he moves his head so his breath falls upon the side of Axel's neck, inhaling and exhaling softly.]
Why won't you kill me?
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[his good hand is used, now to try and push Saix away.] Saix, you can't... What are you doing?
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Using you as a substitute like I've done before. Nothing unusual.
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If Roxas sees us...
[avoiding eye contact]
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But what are you afraid he'll see~? [Leans in closer.]
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[Tries to squirm his way out from under Saix]
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[--aaand squirming isn't a good idea. That is all.]
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... [Bad idea, indeed.]
Please, just get off.
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[C-Climbing off; cuddling he's OK with. Messing around? Sure. Anything else is usually a no go.]
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... Sorry.
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