nearly incapacitated yet again

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's flopped down on a couch, on his stomach, with his head under a pillow. He still feels sick thanks to Marluxia, even though he's pretty sure that by now he's emptied the contents of his stomach--which had been at least half a dozen muffins and a piece of a cake that would send anyone into a diabetic coma from just looking at it. Nevermind the headache. There's a glass of water on the coffee table nearby, but it doesn't look like he's touched it since he set it there. Hey, for all you know, he might be asleep.]

Uuugh, m'gonna kill him...

[Or not.]

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[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Looking at the floor, frowning.]

I don't suppose there's much more you can do to help him, right? You brought Axel back for him but that didn't seem to improve much...

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Nothing much more at all...

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Although I have noticed he's seemed pretty... I guess cheerful isn't the right word... Better? Lately?

[Another sort of shrug.] There's another Axel he calls Romeo that seems to put him in a pretty good mood.

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Eh? That one? He says he doesn't like that one much; he's really annoying and doing the same stuff our Axel tried with me.

And apparently if Axel is "Romeo", Saïx is "July" or something...

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

I think it's 'Juliet'. If it's referencing what I think it is...

Annoying, eh? [If it had been anyone but another Axel, this Axel would have been doubting it. There was a mark on Saix's neck that spoke volumes about how close Saix was willing to get with this 'Romeo', annoying as he may have been.]

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

That story where the two lovers die at the end?



That's what he said, though he says a lot of things.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that one.

Does he, now?

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Mm. Sometimes true, sometimes not, without any apparent concern or recognition of it. Unlike me.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

... Strange.

Sometimes untrue, you said? Hm...

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

He lies. But a lot of people do that.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess they do...

1/2

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Don't like it.

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

--!

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

What?! What's wrong?

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

S-Saïx's presence has just...

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's nausea is forgotten. What has got Marluxia so panicked?]

Has just what?!

Wrong icon is wrong. :(

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

It feels...extremely malicious.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

I-is it the demon?

[Stupid question is stupid, but Axel doesn't really know what else to say.]

Where is he?

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Mm.



I don't know that exactly...

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Axel's on his feet by now and looking anxiously towards the hall. The complaints from his stomach about the movement are trivial by now, and the twinge of a headache he's developing can be ignored. Axel curses a little under his breath when Marluxia can't figure out where Saix is...]

Vaguely, then?

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

I think...he's in our room or somewhere near it. Why are you asking? What are you going to do?

1/2

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Okay, yeah. Good question. Axel, what were you going to do?]

...

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Well I have to do something! I don't know. I can at least try to calm him down? He could hurt himself, or someone else...

[fleurdemort.livejournal.com]

Or you.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

I can...

I can defend myself. [looks indignant, headed for the hall, now. Though he pauses, and turns back towards Marluxia.]

Where's your room?