“ 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.












