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"Roxas! So here you are."

“Huh? Oh… yeah, me,” he turns a little slowly in the large room, recognizing the voice to be none other than the lax tones only Demyx would speak in. He’s still his superior, however, so he regards him with respect when he crosses over to him and gives a single nod.

"…do you need me for something, or… are you just slacking off today, as usual?” Sure, he had grown a little in his confidence. Enough to make a remark like that, at least.

"You wanted to pick the flavor right? So yeah, you go ahead and lead. I’ll just follow." He shrugged. "What flavor did you want anyway?" Demyx was purposely trying to avoid the box topic.

He’s quiet for a moment as he accepts his position, feeling a little timid now to lead someone who is his superior, but he’s quickly sharpening his skill of being more sure of himself. So he raises a hand to open the dark corridor to lead them to Twilight Town, and steps in first. “Sea-salt ice,” he says as soon as he enters on the other side, in an alleyway in Twilight Town. “I don’t know about other flavours. Will you get one, too?”

"Yeah. I think I have enough munny for at least one bar. Sea salt? …. hm… I think I’ll take that flavor too. Xion and I had some a while ago."

"I have some munny too, don’t worry," he interrupts almost immediately, half-grinning when he stops to stick his gloved hands into his inner pockets and pull out the small handful of munny. He begins counting but is sidetracked far too easily. "You had ice cream with Xion, too?" Roxas asks, thinking too hard, forcing himself to go back to counting his funds.

"So.. you like that kind too, then?" he asks when he looks back up, tugging at Demyx’s elbow to lead him in the direction of the ice cream vendor. He hums thoughtfully along the way. "It seems like Axel’s icing is going on everyone’s cake," he says flatly, without realizing how terribly wrong that could have sounded, of course. He didn’t give it a second thought.

Demyx paused. “Uhh…. okay…” He said in response to the icing comment. “And Xion and I don’t talk very much. But when we do it tends to be fun. Speaking of Axel…” He began. “What do you think of him?” Demyx had a small grin on his face as he asked.

#nocturnal-serenade #nocturnalserenade #rp #ic

Roxas' eyes grow larger at the change in topic, and he grips his free leather palm around his munny as he nudges Demyx along in the right direction still. "Well, Axel... gave me the 'icing on the cake', after my first day of work," he begins. "Then, I gave it to Xion. And now it seems like everyone is getting it!" A brief laugh before they arrive at the vendor, and he holds up two fingers.

"Two sea-salt ice cream, please." He had learned it was polite to say 'please' for things he wanted. Looking back to Demyx as he laid his munny on the counter, he half-shrugs as he continues. "So, Axel is... nice. He's warm too, and his laugh sounds the best, when we're alone. Why? I mean.. am I supposed to think a certain way of him?" he pauses in thought about all of his superiors, which is basically everyone.. "Am I supposed to think a certain way of you, and everyone else, too?"

He couldn't help but muffle a small laugh against Axel's throat, again, trying to keep as quiet as possible. He shifted at the waist, so the stretching leather of his coat was the only sound, and turned enough so he could lay his ankle over the redhead's lower leg. He heard him breathing him in, trying to figure him out. His scent was that of normal teenage pheromones and body powder. He gulps a little, knowing he'll soon be found out, and rests his mouth on Axel's collarbone. That was... nice.

'Why don't you want to let me know who you are? It's not like I would bite you…' Axel whispered with a pout. Once the redhead felt the other's lips on his collarbone, he gasped. He had to work hard to keep his composure, while a urging in his stomach rose.

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#flaming-number-viii #rp #ic #flamingnumberviii

He thinks on this for a moment, glancing up to where Axel touched him and nearly going cross-eyed in the process. “I feel… warm, everywhere, but I thought that was just because of your fire aspect,” he laughs a little. “But that’s not it.” Slowly, he disentangles their hands and reaches up to touch the little purple marks on Axel’s face. Really, he was seeing him up close steadily for the first time. He takes a breath and leans up to press his mouth into the curve of Axel’s cheek. A kiss, he supposes. Then he continues to talk with his lips there. “It feels like I want to be close.. closer. Like my chest is all tight and filled up with fire,” Roxas pauses as he sneaks an arm around the other. “What about you?”

'I just want to hold you and never let you go. I want to touch you. My stomach and chest are tight, and I get the uncontrollable feeling to just smile.' Axel whispered, a shiver running down his spine when Roxas kissed him. He grabbed the blond's face in both hands, so he would look at the redhead. Axel then placed a small and gentle kiss on Roxas' lips.

Roxas grins, feeling a pure sense of contentment where he was. He feels a little drowsy since becoming so comfortable here, but there’s still something about all the fabric twisting them together, the sensation of the older male’s body firm and warm and all around him. He’s in the middle of taking a deep breath to cure his lightheadedness when suddenly he’s directed into a kiss.

His lips part in response and he mutters “Axel.. ?” into and against his mouth but leaves no room for a proper reply when he attempts to kiss him back. Roxas is all inexperience and urgency so that he comes across that way- like he has no idea what he’s doing.

"Roxas! So here you are."

“Huh? Oh… yeah, me,” he turns a little slowly in the large room, recognizing the voice to be none other than the lax tones only Demyx would speak in. He’s still his superior, however, so he regards him with respect when he crosses over to him and gives a single nod.

"…do you need me for something, or… are you just slacking off today, as usual?” Sure, he had grown a little in his confidence. Enough to make a remark like that, at least.

"You wanted to pick the flavor right? So yeah, you go ahead and lead. I’ll just follow." He shrugged. "What flavor did you want anyway?" Demyx was purposely trying to avoid the box topic.

He’s quiet for a moment as he accepts his position, feeling a little timid now to lead someone who is his superior, but he’s quickly sharpening his skill of being more sure of himself. So he raises a hand to open the dark corridor to lead them to Twilight Town, and steps in first. “Sea-salt ice,” he says as soon as he enters on the other side, in an alleyway in Twilight Town. “I don’t know about other flavours. Will you get one, too?”

"Yeah. I think I have enough munny for at least one bar. Sea salt? …. hm… I think I’ll take that flavor too. Xion and I had some a while ago."

#nocturnal-serenade #nocturnalserenade #rp #ic #lmaolmaolmao

"I have some munny too, don't worry," he interrupts almost immediately, half-grinning when he stops to stick his gloved hands into his inner pockets and pull out the small handful of munny. He begins counting but is sidetracked far too easily. "You had ice cream with Xion, too?" Roxas asks, thinking too hard, forcing himself to go back to counting his funds.

"So.. you like that kind too, then?" he asks when he looks back up, tugging at Demyx's elbow to lead him in the direction of the ice cream vendor. He hums thoughtfully along the way. "It seems like Axel's icing is going on everyone's cake," he says flatly, without realizing how terribly wrong that could have sounded, of course. He didn't give it a second thought.

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"Yeah, I guess… I did all right," he shrugs again with the action weighed down by the other’s arm around his shoulders. He feels that light, aired- out feeling inside his chest again, despite the physical contact. It makes him smile when he thinks how grateful he is to Axel for giving him this feeling.

“…Roxy?” he says flatly a moment later, his feet leading the way he already knows. “That’s a nickname, right? Does that mean anything?”

Axel chuckled at the blond’s remark, still dragging him along. ‘Yeah, Roxy is a nickname. It’s just a shorter version of your name. It suits you.’ The redhead said with a grin.

“Okay… I guess you can call me that,” he says as he thinks heavily about it. He goes as far as repeating it to himself a few times as they walk, subtly noticing the way Axel walks next to him, the differences in their strides. Once they’re nearly out the other end of the forest again, he stops and looks up at him for a little too long and then looks off quickly, taking a bound forward. “Ice cream, right!?”

Axel yelped when Roxas sprinted off while his arm was still around the blond. ‘WHOA, ROXY! Calm down! We have time!’ He yelled with a chuckle. ‘The Ice Cream-vendor won’t run away!’

#flaming-number-viii #flamingnumberviii #rp #ic

He turns so he's half-running backwards, grabbing for Axel's wrist again to pull him along. "You don't know that!" he counters with a low snicker, a scoff that shows how silly what he's saying really is. "It could have sprouted it's feet by now and be off through town, you know! We'll have to catch up to it and everything- that is," he paused, raising one eyebrow. "..if all the ice cream inside hasn't melted by now."

Then he fakes a pout, drawing extreme sadness onto his face as he pulls Axel along. "Come on!"

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[ Hey doods, I have been working basically non-stop shifts the past few days but just so you know! I will get crackin' on 'em drafts as soon as I have a moment to sit down in the right mindset and do 'em. Hearts to you all, happy weekend. ]

#ooc

Roxas’ candy melted away on his tongue as he listened as if in slow motion again, gradually noting that there was only the faint red flavour beneath that of paper. When he lifted a hand to discard of the bare stick, he was suddenly a lot more confused than before. The ground...

#serenityindminor #rp #ic #sorry dear i completely lost track of this draft :0

Taking his time to recuperate to what he felt was complete normalcy, he laid there a moment just thinking. Mainly about her charms, and how they associated something in his mind he couldn't pinpoint. Like compasses strung together on a chain, joined at both ends. He fought the heavy urge to close his eyes and failed, shutting them with a sigh. Perhaps he was just hallucinating. Yeah, you are, Roxas. When he looks back over in her direction from behind his eyelids, he realizes they're closed and blinks them open. "Where'd the memory come from? You have a heart, right?" he asks first, trying to connect an idea in his head.

"Hey there, Roxas!" Axel smiled. "How are you?"

"…Axel!" he exclaimed a little late due to his surprise- he hadn’t been expecting to see him here today. Roxas tended to be early anywhere he went, though. He continued to stare up at him with wide eyes as he spoke.

"I’m… you know, same as usual. Just kind of… sitting here," a shrug, a weak bout of laughter, and he looks back down.

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Axel sat down beside the blonde. “You seem surprised.” He glanced at the younger nobody, a smile still written on his face.

"Hm, same here. I’ve been kinda bored lately - there’s not much going on around here." Axel chuckled lightly.

“Well, yeah, I guess… because I finished my mission so early today, I was expecting to sit here by myself for awhile,” he shrugs, his head turning with his eyes as they followed Axel until he sat. “Did you finish early today too? Or… did you have nothing better to do than come spend time with me?” Roxas looks back down and his ice cream is melting in small, blue ribbons onto his glove. The sea-salt sweet was about 2/3 eaten by now and he was attempting to finish it much too slowly. “You wanna finish this for me?” he asked Axel a little hopefully, extending the messy iced treat towards the redhead.

flurry-of-flames

"I finished early, and decided to come and hang out with you for a bit." Axel replied, shifting himself closer to the boy. He took the melting ice cream from Roxas’s hand. "Sure, I’ll eat it." He licked it, sighing and staring at the sunset.

"Have you seen Xion today?" He asked, having not personally seen her. "I expected her to be here with you."

#flurryofflames #rp #ic #oops late :j

Roxas is gleaming and happy to have the sweet off his hands, although not quite literally yet. He hands it over with a near urge, then looks down at his hands. Shimmering as he moved them in the orange light of sunset with the melted ice cream on them. He brings one up and licks his glove as if it were his hand, like there was no difference. He didn't see there to be one at least. Though the leather tasted a littlw funny, the melted sea-salt flavour masked it on his palatte. "Xi," lick, "on...?" he mumbles close to his palm, between licks. "You haven't seen her either?" He stops as if he were programmed to do so and confusion washes down his face. "Huh... no, I was expecting her to show up."

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I don’t have a best friend.

#gif #saix #axel #roxas #lea #isa

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"Yeah, I guess… I did all right," he shrugs again with the action weighed down by the other’s arm around his shoulders. He feels that light, aired- out feeling inside his chest again, despite the physical contact. It makes him smile when he thinks how grateful he is to Axel for giving him this feeling.

“…Roxy?” he says flatly a moment later, his feet leading the way he already knows. “That’s a nickname, right? Does that mean anything?”

Axel chuckled at the blond’s remark, still dragging him along. ‘Yeah, Roxy is a nickname. It’s just a shorter version of your name. It suits you.’ The redhead said with a grin.

#flamingnumberviii #rp #ic #roxas gets all the ice cream

"Okay... I guess you can call me that," he says as he thinks heavily about it. He goes as far as repeating it to himself a few times as they walk, subtly noticing the way Axel walks next to him, the differences in their strides. Once they're nearly out the other end of the forest again, he stops and looks up at him for a little too long and then looks off quickly, taking a bound forward. "Ice cream, right!?"

"Roxas! So here you are."

“Huh? Oh… yeah, me,” he turns a little slowly in the large room, recognizing the voice to be none other than the lax tones only Demyx would speak in. He’s still his superior, however, so he regards him with respect when he crosses over to him and gives a single nod.

"…do you need me for something, or… are you just slacking off today, as usual?” Sure, he had grown a little in his confidence. Enough to make a remark like that, at least.

"You wanted to pick the flavor right? So yeah, you go ahead and lead. I’ll just follow." He shrugged. "What flavor did you want anyway?" Demyx was purposely trying to avoid the box topic.

#nocturnalserenade #rp #ic

He's quiet for a moment as he accepts his position, feeling a little timid now to lead someone who is his superior, but he's quickly sharpening his skill of being more sure of himself. So he raises a hand to open the dark corridor to lead them to Twilight Town, and steps in first. "Sea-salt ice," he says as soon as he enters on the other side, in an alleyway in Twilight Town. "I don't know about other flavours. Will you get one, too?"

He couldn't help but muffle a small laugh against Axel's throat, again, trying to keep as quiet as possible. He shifted at the waist, so the stretching leather of his coat was the only sound, and turned enough so he could lay his ankle over the redhead's lower leg. He heard him breathing him in, trying to figure him out. His scent was that of normal teenage pheromones and body powder. He gulps a little, knowing he'll soon be found out, and rests his mouth on Axel's collarbone. That was... nice.

'Why don't you want to let me know who you are? It's not like I would bite you…' Axel whispered with a pout. Once the redhead felt the other's lips on his collarbone, he gasped. He had to work hard to keep his composure, while a urging in his stomach rose.

He tips his head upwards, accidentally, and reveals the signature flash of blonde and blue that give him away fully. When Axel says ‘bite’, he’s inclined to open his mouth against his collarbone and press his teeth against it with the barest pressure, like an experiment. He wonders if this will produce any ‘feeling’ like he was wondering about. Keeping his head tilted down into his hood in the near-pure darkness, he releases his teeth and then answers him. “…because then, maybe you won’t want to go on missions with me anymore.. or teach me important things…”

Axel moaned, strangely aroused when the smaller bit his collarbone. He had already know it was Roxas, who was hiding underneath the hood, but the redhead though the blond would have a good reason for that. And when the taller heard that reason, he chuckled a bit. ‘Why the hell wouldn’t I want to go on mission with you? I won’t for something so trivial. But I still want to know.’

"This isn’t… wrong?" he asked at first, looking up to him now that they mutually recognised eachother. His bare fingers dared to spread out against the center of Axel’s chest, feeling the fabric there, then dipping his fingers one by one inside past the zipper of his cloak. Roxas didn’t really know what other people’s skin feels like. He wonders vaguely if Xion’s feels the same. "Can you feel that?" and he rubs his fingers against his chest again to emphasize. "Or are you just remembering how this feels?"

Axel stared at Roxas, holding the blond’s hand in place, while his own removed the hood, and stroke his face. ‘If this makes you feel good, then no. It’s not wrong. And I feel that. We can feel things physically. Only our emotions… We don’t have them… Or Xemnas says that, at lest…’ The redhead kept his emerald eyes fixed on the other’s sapphire hues, while carressing his cheek. ‘You can feel that too, right?’

“Physically, I know… yeah, I can feel that,” he trails off as he turns his hand beneath Axel’s and threads their fingers for the moment. Literally, he’s holding his hand. Roxas watches himself do this as if waiting for something to happen because of it. “People… are supposed to feel emotions from touching eachother though, aren’t they?” He appears frustrated now. “Real people, who aren’t Nobodies. Because they have a heart, they feel something when they touch-” he stops abruptly to squeeze Axel’s hand, lean in and curve his body further against him. “So.. what is it supposed to feel like, if we had hearts?”

Axel pulled the blond close, his fingers intertwining with the smaller’s. ‘What do you feel when I touch you? Not physically, but in here.’ He said, tapping the blond’s forhead. He stared at Roxas, bringing his face closer to the other, feeling he wanted to kiss the blond.

#flamingnumberviii #ic #rp

He thinks on this for a moment, glancing up to where Axel touched him and nearly going cross-eyed in the process. "I feel... warm, everywhere, but I thought that was just because of your fire aspect," he laughs a little. "But that's not it." Slowly, he disentangles their hands and reaches up to touch the little purple marks on Axel's face. Really, he was seeing him up close steadily for the first time. He takes a breath and leans up to press his mouth into the curve of Axel's cheek. A kiss, he supposes. Then he continues to talk with his lips there. "It feels like I want to be close.. closer. Like my chest is all tight and filled up with fire," Roxas pauses as he sneaks an arm around the other. "What about you?"

"Roxas! So here you are."

“Huh? Oh… yeah, me,” he turns a little slowly in the large room, recognizing the voice to be none other than the lax tones only Demyx would speak in. He’s still his superior, however, so he regards him with respect when he crosses over to him and gives a single nod.

"…do you need me for something, or… are you just slacking off today, as usual?” Sure, he had grown a little in his confidence. Enough to make a remark like that, at least.

Demyx nodded. “Of course. It’s only fair I tell ya what I know.” He set the box down on his table. Then turned to Roxas. Noticing the pain. “haha. Guess ya really had a bit of trouble huh? Eh. That’s alright.” Demyx patted the other’s shoulder. And walked to the door. “I’ll answer any and all questions you might have. But! Keep in mind that I only know so much.” He looked at Roxas directly. “Let’s go. You need the break.”

The first thing he notices is that the box isn’t coming with them. So he lags behind a little, giving it another look. Making sure to do it discreetly, just appearing to glance at it as he rights himself enough to turn in Demyx’s direction. His eyebrows are drawn in together, showing confusion that he doesn’t mean to make so public. “I’m just curious,” he starts, then catches up to him before continuing. “It’s a nice box. Why don’t I have belongings, like that? Or like, an instrument, like yours,” he half-smiles. “So, the box is for the boss, then… what else do you know about it? Is it important or is it just so he can have something cool looking in his… room?” Roxas realizes he’s not even sure if Xemnas had a room, or an office, or some other place of existence he’d never heard of.

"Whoa slow down Roxy." He laughed. "Let’s get the treat first."

#nocturnalserenade #ic #rp

"Roxy?" is all he questions for a moment, stopping in his tracks at this 'nickname' that seems to have befallen him. He purses his lips and is soon distracted, impatient. He nudges into Demyx with an elbow, urging them on. "Okay, okay, lead the way then. I mean, unless you're counting on me to lead us, huh?"

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KHECHALLENGE: DAY 4 ➝ GIFset of Your OTP/BROTP/OT3 ★

#roxas #xion #axel #kh #days #kingdom hearts days #gifset

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It was not by his choosing that he had no answers for her. He wasn’t even sure what was happening with him. The dreams, the headaches, the passing out. They were all sparse in their occurence but they had happened nonetheless. Always accomanpied by some weird sensation in his...

#noitidexiv #ic #rp #kh rp #finally this makes its way outta my drafts

Now that the rain was outside he felt like he could think. It wasn't a bad thing, it was just a little strange. It had been like a shower in the middle of the Round Room, when he was least expecting it. He needed a moment to collect and come to terms with it. The sound of the water falling onto the wooden platforms that was the foundation for the little hideout didn't bother him, but the feeling of it all over his face and in his hair and under his hood on his shoulders and-- everywhere, that bothered him. And when Xion appeared infront of him it was clear he wasn't doing much to help himself out. His intention had been to remove his gloves next and do as Xion was doing but he was frozen again. His eyes focused on her hands until they came too close and blurred out and then he was just a pair of wide blue viewing orbs, staring straight into her. The feeling was otherworldly, but otherwise he was just... speechless. Using his wet gloves, he tugs his hood down, and then reaches out to do the same for her. "I'm fine, Xion, but... you have to feel how that feels.. here," he says as he carefully removes his own gloves so as not to dampen his hands. For a moment he doubts himself, like maybe it's only her hands that are warm and feel that way on someone's skin. But he extends both hands palm-out anyway; places them on her cheeks. And sweeps his thumbs aside to dieplace the water droplets a few times.

He couldn't help but muffle a small laugh against Axel's throat, again, trying to keep as quiet as possible. He shifted at the waist, so the stretching leather of his coat was the only sound, and turned enough so he could lay his ankle over the redhead's lower leg. He heard him breathing him in, trying to figure him out. His scent was that of normal teenage pheromones and body powder. He gulps a little, knowing he'll soon be found out, and rests his mouth on Axel's collarbone. That was... nice.

'Why don't you want to let me know who you are? It's not like I would bite you…' Axel whispered with a pout. Once the redhead felt the other's lips on his collarbone, he gasped. He had to work hard to keep his composure, while a urging in his stomach rose.

He tips his head upwards, accidentally, and reveals the signature flash of blonde and blue that give him away fully. When Axel says ‘bite’, he’s inclined to open his mouth against his collarbone and press his teeth against it with the barest pressure, like an experiment. He wonders if this will produce any ‘feeling’ like he was wondering about. Keeping his head tilted down into his hood in the near-pure darkness, he releases his teeth and then answers him. “…because then, maybe you won’t want to go on missions with me anymore.. or teach me important things…”

Axel moaned, strangely aroused when the smaller bit his collarbone. He had already know it was Roxas, who was hiding underneath the hood, but the redhead though the blond would have a good reason for that. And when the taller heard that reason, he chuckled a bit. ‘Why the hell wouldn’t I want to go on mission with you? I won’t for something so trivial. But I still want to know.’

"This isn’t… wrong?" he asked at first, looking up to him now that they mutually recognised eachother. His bare fingers dared to spread out against the center of Axel’s chest, feeling the fabric there, then dipping his fingers one by one inside past the zipper of his cloak. Roxas didn’t really know what other people’s skin feels like. He wonders vaguely if Xion’s feels the same. "Can you feel that?" and he rubs his fingers against his chest again to emphasize. "Or are you just remembering how this feels?"

Axel stared at Roxas, holding the blond’s hand in place, while his own removed the hood, and stroke his face. ‘If this makes you feel good, then no. It’s not wrong. And I feel that. We can feel things physically. Only our emotions… We don’t have them… Or Xemnas says that, at lest…’ The redhead kept his emerald eyes fixed on the other’s sapphire hues, while carressing his cheek. ‘You can feel that too, right?’

#flamingnumbervii #ic #rp #oh poor clueless roxas what an evil little thing haha

"Physically, I know... yeah, I can feel that," he trails off as he turns his hand beneath Axel's and threads their fingers for the moment. Literally, he's holding his hand. Roxas watches himself do this as if waiting for something to happen because of it. "People... are supposed to feel emotions from touching eachother though, aren't they?" He appears frustrated now. "Real people, who aren't Nobodies. Because they have a heart, they feel something when they touch-" he stops abruptly to squeeze Axel's hand, lean in and curve his body further against him. "So.. what is it supposed to feel like, if we had hearts?"

"Roxas! So here you are."

“Huh? Oh… yeah, me,” he turns a little slowly in the large room, recognizing the voice to be none other than the lax tones only Demyx would speak in. He’s still his superior, however, so he regards him with respect when he crosses over to him and gives a single nod.

"…do you need me for something, or… are you just slacking off today, as usual?” Sure, he had grown a little in his confidence. Enough to make a remark like that, at least.

Demyx nodded. “Of course. It’s only fair I tell ya what I know.” He set the box down on his table. Then turned to Roxas. Noticing the pain. “haha. Guess ya really had a bit of trouble huh? Eh. That’s alright.” Demyx patted the other’s shoulder. And walked to the door. “I’ll answer any and all questions you might have. But! Keep in mind that I only know so much.” He looked at Roxas directly. “Let’s go. You need the break.”