@lunar-scion continued from the ask
A blank look as that golden gaze stares at him with the closest thing one might consider to hurt and then it’s gone, only that calm surface remains. A lie. As was everything they were, Neither of them were calm, with the beasts of unfettered emotion chained tightly beneath the skin.
One formed of fire and the other of the moons endless wrath.
“ Oh? Was it me? Then forgive me for attempting to take back what we had Axel.” He stepped closer to the redhead.
“ Forgive me for trying by giving you tasks that were necessary for our goals, how easy it must be for you to replace me. After all.. he makes you ‘feel’. I suppose it’s only natural. To give me up, when he can do something I, myself am incapable of.”
Forgive? Oh, but Axel is incapable of that. Saïx is, after all, correct in a single observation: Roxas inspires emotion thought long-dead. ( And how it terrifies and exhilarates. ) Roxas is-- could be-- true friendship. Saïx is a memory. ( Axel wishes he were more, has wished for it the entire time he’s faithfully obeyed every order. ) “Necessary?” His mouth twists: not a smile. “You made me your lapdog. Your assassin. So you could crawl your way to the top. And where does that leave me? Huh? Standing right where you left me, watching you fawn over the Superior.” Is this true anger? A flicker of it, he thinks, and marvels at it. “You’d drop me like dead weight the second I stopped being useful, Isa. Don’t act like you wouldn’t.” It used to be us against the world.












