It varies. On the internet people place me as young as 15 and as old as 26, typically people seem to think I'm 18 or 19. Out in public, I sometimes get mistaken for an 18-19 year old, but not often.
44. A random fact about anything.
The original playing cards were the Tarot Deck, it didn't change into something occult until later. :)
For a long moment Zexion considered his double in silence, examining him from every angle. Promises were things that were too easily broken, especially to himself. Still, he sighed, lowering his eyes slightly. "I promise that you will always have a friend in me."
Glamour- Or Precursor to a Storm (Axel and Xehanort)
//For those that missed the show last night and are lost as to why Axel is trying to kill Xehanort, teaming up with Xemnas and Xigbar to do so. The roleplay that started it is under the cut in its entirety. Enjoy.
It was time to try out a new skill that she had recently discovered by the name of ‘glamour’. She had tried it on a drunk the other night, but she wondered if it only worked because he was drunk and she was pretty. Right now she was up for a challenge and someone much more appetizing.
Axel raked his hands through his hair repeatedly, trying to fix his spikes. He was a bit of a mess at the moment, for some reason. He straightened his clothing with the ease of someone long practiced. What on earth had he been doing? Shaking himself slightly, he tucked his hands in his pockets and began walking, with no clear idea where he was going. That was when he passed Xehanort. He glanced at her, and decided to say something. “Hey, what’s up?” He stopped next to her, looking at her sidelong.
“Axel.” She paused and looked at him. “I was actually looking for you.” She said and tried to catch his eye. Eye contact was needed for what she was going to try to do. “What are you up to. and how have you been?”
“Looking for me? Hah, careful, I might start to think you care about me.” He snickered, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against a wall. “I’ve been pretty busy. Between dealing with my boyfriends and helping the Superior get things back into shape at the Castle, I’ve been hella busy.” He finally turned his head, green eyes meeting gold. “You?” He tilted his head a little, a faint smile on his lips.
“I better watch myself then.” She said with a roll of her golden eyes. “Do not mistake my interest in you and what you do as caring. You are powerful and different from the others, so I like to keep tabs on you.” She partially lied. “Yes, it sounds like you have been quite busy.” Finally they made eye contact, and she tried to glamour him. She smiled kindly, something she didn’t ever do, and held his gaze. “Why don’t you come with me? We’ll do something fun.”
He tilted his head, his green eyes widening. Something was wrong, very wrong. That smile. That was so uncharacteristic as to be blasphemous. What was she playing at? But he quickly lost the thread of these thoughts as he stared into those golden eyes, transfixed as a robin entranced by a serpent’s gaze. His chest seized painfully, his heart rebelling viciously at this, but he was already lost. He grimaced, a hand going idly to his chest, but he didn’t, couldn’t break the gaze. His heart seized again, more painfully than before, the chains binding it creaking under the unaccustomed strain. “….Something fun?” He echoed back to her questioningly. There was strain in his voice, the pain of the heart, but he was clearly disregarding it. He was caught.
She held the eye contact and noticed, out of the corner of her eye the way he touched his chest like it hurt. The strain confirmed it, but she ignored it. “Yes, some fun. Why don’t you follow me?” She asked and turned to walk towards a slightly more secluded area.
His heart was practically howling now, like a wild, maddened thing. Rattling the chains binding it, hindering it, and hurting him, badly, it tried all in its power to stop him, to snap him out of this spell. Nothing was working. He felt the agonizing pain, and staggered a little, his head lowering. But the pull of her glamour was too strong, and he followed, saying softly, “Of course.” He was breathing shallowly, it hurt too much to breathe properly. But he followed her doggedly.
She smirked and lead him to an alleyway, then pulled him closer by the hips when he got there. She wondered how long this would last. “Tilt your head to the side for me and then hold still, would you?”
He followed her into the alley, stumbling a little as his heart continued to rebel. But finally, like a sullen, caged beast, it quieted. He shook himself a little, blinking, and then raised his arms slightly as she grabbed his hips, letting himself be drawn closer. There was a warning, painful rattle in his chest at this loathsome closeness, and her words, but as before, he disregarded it. He was in too deep. He nodded vaguely, doing as she asked, his green eyes far away. His chest hitched at another spasm from his heart, and he winced, but held still as she wanted.
“Thank you very much.” She said and leaned up to his neck, looking for a good place to bite, finding one she carefully bit him. Idly she wondered if this would break her spell of sorts. It hadn’t done anything like that with the drunk, but Axel had a stronger will, or at least a stronger heart.
He blinked at her thanks, letting her move him however she liked to do whatever it was she wanted to do. He gave an involuntary shudder of loathing, stemming from the silently fuming nuke in his chest. It was biding its time. But then she bit him, and he tensed, nearly pulling away. But she had told him to hold still… His eyes closed, and he held still for her, letting her drink. But the temperature of the air around them was ticking steadily and ever faster upwards. The chains were creaking, several links were cracking…
She felt the temperature rising around them, but continued feeding. She was hungry and would take what she needed from him, though she should have taken the heat as a warning. After a few more moments she pulled away from him.
He held still as he had been asked, but he was shaking. When she pulled back, he leaned after her a little, before straightening. He simply stood there waiting for whatever she may want next, but the heat rolling off of him now was monstrous, searing, stifling. It was like standing inches from a live lava floe. He winced, swaying as a chain gave with a tearing, lancing sensation inside him. His hand shot to his chest over his heart, clutching at the black coat there. “It’s… breaking.” He murmured, almost dreamily. Embers and ash had started to swirl around him lazily, and the area around them was darkening. The temperature of the air outside of the boil around him was dropping, frigid…. He staggered a little, head low, eyes closed.
She stepped back and looked around, suddenly uneasy. The temperature was getting far too high for comfort. She turned back to him when he spoke. “What is breaking?” She watched the embers and ash swirl.
He raised his head, regarding her with dead green eyes. Deep in those emerald depths, some terrible, alien Darkness boiled and writhed. He tilted his head at an awkward angle, and then grinned, a lunatic crescent. He was still clutching his chest. “The…chains….” He shuddered, pitching over onto his knees. There was a dull, rattling BOOM of thunder, and a distant siren began to go off, rising and falling. It grew louder, and closer. When Axel spoke next, his voice was spine-chilling, two-toned, his… and another’s. “Let… me… go!”
Xehanort started to back away slowly. Apparently she had just gotten herself into a world of trouble. She could feel the foreign darkness in him. She knew nothing of the chains that were apparently breaking, and jumped at the clap of thunder. Where were the sirens coming from? When Axel spoke his voice made her freeze and she dropped the glamour.
There was another booming peal of thunder, and the sirens were nearly deafening now. The ground quaked a little, and he barely kept from pitching over onto one side. His free hand braced him against the ground, the other still clutching his chest. He raised his head, fixing her with a burning gaze like green fire. His eyes were aflame, and his expression was one of barely controlled rage. “What… did you do.” His voice was still off, and almost a growl. His heart was gleeful in its remaining restraints. It had freed itself enough to shake him free and make her let go, and it was working itself industriously out of the other seven chains… He got to his feet, shoulders up, joints popping grotesquely, and stepped towards her deliberately. The whole area had gone as dark as a moonless night. “You thought to toy with me.” He bulled her against the wall, planting clawlike hands on the wall on either side of her. “You made a mistake.”
She nearly covered her ears to protect them from the increasingly loud sounds of thunder and sirens. She struggled a bit to keep her footing on the shaking ground, and was moments away from opening a portal and fleeing. “I…just…” She didn’t finish her sentence. She backed up as he stepped towards her, and ended up pinned to the wall. “No, I-I was just trying to feed. I wasn’t trying to toy with you.” For once in her life she was actually starting to fear someone.
Howling erupted suddenly, all around them, a chorus of the damned. The sirens faded to echoes, and the ground quaked again as he leaned down, burning, toxic green eyes boring into hers. He looked beastly, bent over her like that, head down between raised, contorted shoulders, lean arms barring her against the wall. The heat was immense, stifling, making breathing difficult. “You could have just asked…” He grinned, enjoying her terror. “How about I take back what you stole, make you pay for it in blood and flesh and bone?” His right arm moved in a blur, hand closing around her slender throat and clamping tight. He raised her off the ground, her feet dangling, and slammed her back against the wall. He took his other hand away from the wall, cocking it back slightly. He tilted his head, that lunatic grin still curving his lips. “Have you finally gotten it through your head yet? I’m not to be fucked with….”
She leaned away as much as she could while pinned to the wall, which wasn’t far, and met his gaze. This time it was her that couldn’t look away. Axel blocked her only ways out, and now she was having trouble breathing due to the stifling air. She had no reason why she didn’t just ask. She did not like the sound of returning the favour with her own blood, flesh, and bone. Xehanort gasped and grasped his wrist, and her eyes widened as she was lifted from the ground. A strangled sound escaped her and she flinched as her back was slammed against the wall. She looked up at him and his insane grin.
He watched her scrabble ineffectively at his wrist, enjoying the feeling of power it gave him. The sound she made as he slammed her against the wall made it all the sweeter. But there was someone else he should have been doing this too, and before he lost himself in what he had been about to do, that thought stopped him. He instead whirled, yanking her with him like a ragdoll, and threw her to the ground. He stood over her. “If you ever…” He kicked her onto her back and put his boot to her throat, pressing down. “…do that to me again, or touch anyone I fucking care about…” Press. “I will kill you. If I didn’t think you might be useful to me later, I would kill you now. Got that?”
She made a pained sound as she was thrown to the floor. The force rolled her over onto her back, and she curled as the pain from his kick shot up her spine. Before she could get too far the boot was pressed to her neck. At least she didn’t need to breathe at the moment for anything other than talking, but it was still uncomfortable and painful. She sort of nodded to show that she understood him.
He pressed down once more before lifting his foot and kicking her contemptuously in the ribs. “Good. Now get the fuck out of my sight before I change my fucking mind.”
She hissed in pain and curled up more. Apparently her pain tolerance hadn’t changed any. She opened a corridor under herself with a small hand gesture and sank through it.
