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[13nth]

“ i wanna take you home . ”

↪ perhaps there had been affection here once. and then our foundation burned down.ㅤ♡ㅤ\ㅤ@scorcharies.

ㅤㅤㅤthe 13th takes a faltering step forward to axel. lips press in a thin line, mulling the thought in his head, letting it fester like a wound.

ㅤㅤㅤaxel could, couldn't he? the offer is achingly inviting, easy to bring into reach. return to a routine where he will never have to learn about the truth of his existence. continue in ignorance, build kingdom hearts, end the day with seasalt on his tongue / laughter to his ears / the sunset in his eyes. an ache in his chest because oh he yearns to return to the relief of simplicity even if it were a beautiful lie.

ㅤㅤㅤoblivion waits for him to dive into it. there is a chasm of answers awaiting roxas and he is standing on the edge. one descent into a place of no return, and he will know who he truly is. he will find his origins, xion entwined in it all, and why he's so important to this wretched sora. but the path forward is impossibly cavernous.

ㅤㅤㅤhis breath trembles, fists clench. it would be a lie to say he isn't afraid of the void. roxas has never asked for much in his short existence. wherever axel and xion went, he only wanted to be there and he would be happy. the refuted heart of nobodies doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things, not when his joy with the ones he loves most is real and that it fills him inside out with adoration. this is more than outstretching a hand to pull him back home: axel is offering safety, and he has spread out a net to catch him when he falls.

ㅤㅤㅤhis expression can't hold on to stoicism as grief paints his features. knitted brows, mouth parted, dark blues wet with sadness. 

ㅤㅤㅤ" axel. " lips trace the name with a love that he will never know how to put into words. he wishes he could tell him how important axel was to his brief existence. how he had been the one that taught him the way his chest swells with adoration for axel and xion. that if it weren't for the hand dealt to them, he'd come home.

ㅤㅤㅤhe wishes he had more time.

ㅤㅤㅤsilent tears fall from his pallor. not because of how undeservedly welcoming axel's warmth is. no. roxas grieves because even the offer of home isn't enough to keep his feet on the ground. he needs to fall in this maw. even if he'll never come back. even if the only world he has known will be consumed along with him.

ㅤㅤㅤa shakier tenor, but straighter posture. the back of his hand passes over the rain of his eyes. the look he bears now is steely and cold. he meets the gaze of ( ... his best friend? no, ) the 8th member of the organization. a glimmer into the dark world, and a winged keyblade is willed into existence. " i don't have a home. not anymore. "

ㅤㅤㅤah... that expression axel is making... it's his fault, isn't it? somehow, the void roxas is teetering on has widened, grown darker. but it doesn't matter.

ㅤㅤㅤroxas doesn't have a heart that can break.

[c0pyc4t]

ㅤㅤ ↪     ･     𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈 & 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁.  :    ... accepting!

𝙸𝚃'𝚂  𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂  𝚂𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝚃  𝙸𝙽  𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽. that's  why  it's  a  little  silly  to  admit  xion  thought  she  caught  axel  near  sunset,  his  back  long  and  stretched  in  an  alleyway.  her  and  roxas  were  close  to  eye  to  eye,  but  with  axel,  he  was  always  out  of  reach:  always  looked  up  to  or  around  the  breadth  of  roxas'  shoulders,  the  spikes  of  his  red  hair  peaking  out  like  the  edges  of  a  spectacular  sunset,  crimson-stained  sun.

ㅤㅤmaybe  it's  more  accurate  to  say  she  catches  him  near  meeting  time,  that  expanse  between  waiting  and  company.  it's  rare.  it's  got  to  be  special.  ‘‘ are  you  headed  to  the  clock  tower?   ’’  xion's  run  up  beside  him,  already  knowing  the  answer.  but  she's  making  conversation  ━  and  awkward  as  it  is,  they  can  just  chalk  it  up  to  being  nobodies,  can't  they?  someone  with  a  heart  might  know  better  how  to  make  the  measured  leap  between  roxas'  friend  and  her  friend  but  she's  ...  a  barrage  of  words  hammer  into  her  head,  scraping  against  her  throat,  all  clamoring  to  derive  an  insecure,  punishing  answer.

ㅤㅤbut  she's  doing  her  best.  that's  enough,  isn't  it?  ‘‘ i'm  surprised.  i  thought  you'd  already  be  there  with  roxas.   ’’  glancing  up  at  him,  her  shy  smile  hooked  in  the  corners,  she  teases:  ‘‘ were  you  waiting  for  me?   ’’  she  expects,  well  ━  she  doesn't  know  what  to  expect  with  axel.  he's  still  a  conundrum  to  her;  a  smoking  wheel.

ㅤㅤxion  knows  this,  though  ━  she  doesn't  expect  the  way  axel  palms  the  back  of  his  neck,  tilting  away  from  her,  distracted  with  the  puffs  of  nearly  cloudless  sky  rather  than  her  face.

@scorcharies:   ‘‘ i don't know , maybe. ’’   he says.   ‘‘ i wanna be your friend , i guess . ’’

ㅤㅤand  oh,  maybe  they  don't  need  hearts  to  fumble  their  way  through  connection,  to  make  their  way  from  the  opposite  ends  of  the  same  shore.  ‘‘  don't  be  silly,  axel,  ’’  xion  says,  wet  and  paper-thin.  it’s  brittle  in  her  mouth  with  hope.  ‘‘  you're  already  my  friend.  ’’  friendship  is  ━  sunsets  and  sea-salt,  the  icing  on  the  cake,  dangling  her  feet  off  the  clock  tower  railing  with  her  cheeks  full  of  the  candy-sweetness  of  joy.

ㅤㅤhe  taught  her  that.