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[kindafishy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Tags may be a weee bit slow because I'm still on vacation. <333]

[sitting up on the back of a sofa, kicking her sandal out from under her indigo skirt with a sneer, eyes darting around the room and taking things in - a golden shell necklace glimmers in the light]

Well this is a change of plans...

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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[frowns] That was his own fault, for starters. He shouldn't have set those stakes...

Ursula... keeps her word. And after Myde, I'm sure she'd be more than happy to send you back if she... knew it would hurt me.

It's a risk, yeah, but... [swallows] it's better than staying here, right?

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[more silence, at the end of which he just shrugs, purposely keeping his expression unreadable]

Guess it is.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[looking away, expression weary]

...Talk to Roxas about it.

Please.

here, have a novel

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[he told Roxas the reason he didn't go after him when he left (not voluntarily anyways) was because the blond didn't belong in the Organization in the first place. And now Axel has to go and drag him back to that place. Which will lead to why. He doesn't even want to think about the first time he told another person about that - was able to tell Demyx because of it, but it's not like he enjoys admitting it. Especially to someone like Roxas, whose reaction he can picture clearly. Frame by frame, even.

Delaying the inevitable is a go.]

Why are you doing this?

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[silent for a minute, thinking, biting his lip]

[looks up] Axel, if you have a chance to live, you should take it.

[furrows brow] Don't be so hesitant.

...I want you to go.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[apparently long silences are in fashion?]

Yeah, and if I do go, you'll have a breakdown or something.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[jerks his head up at that]

Ah... I...

Don't worry about me. [frowns]

[still has that choking feeling in the back of his throat, looks to the side] I mean it, I'll be fine... [Eventually.]

It's not like I can just be selfish and tell you "no," right? [clearly becoming agitated from trying to hold it in, speaks firmly]
Axel, if this will keep you from dying in just a few months, I want you to go.

1/2

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

...

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Alright, whatever. Guess I'll go find Rox then.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[clenches teeth, biting lower lip again, stiff and upset.]

[voice is quiet and broken] Axel...

[looks up at him]

Just... please don't leave without saying goodbye.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[looks away, not meeting Demyx's eyes]

Yeah, sure. I won't.

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[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

....[eyes shining with tears, nods] Good.

Let me know.

[shoves his hands in his pockets, turns and walks away, slouching]