#wanderingrecusant

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"Lea??" Not one he knew yet, Isa didn't think, but a Lea in distress nonetheless. He ran to the man's side to see if he was- well, alive.

Now he’s imagining things. He’s imagining things, and pathetic, laying in the grass and dirt because there was nothing else he could do. 

But that voice can’t possibly be here. 

Isa’s not here, after all.

But there’s a shadow falling over him, even face down, he can see it. He closes his eyes and turns his head away. 

“Go away Sora.” Or Riku. Or Kairi. Or - well, he supposes it could be any one of them who might care to bother him. Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone, and they’re all the same.

[flamesilocks]

"I can always send you a replacement, if you'd like."

“Sure, but I already have this--”  He tugs on the one he’s wearing, which is green.  “--Well.  I got the red one back home.  And the orange one.  And the other orange one, and the yellow one, the black and white one, the purple one (why do I have that?), and the red and white one, so I dunno I think I’m covered.

“But I’d never say no~.”

[flamesilocks]

(Last one for Another!Axel) "“Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired a baby blue scarf! There's a long note! The most important part says 'To remind you that, no matter what, I will always be with you.'”

“Thanks, chatterbox.  Hey--stick around for me?  I might--need you, kinda.

...

“Sweet kid.  You got to meet him, I bet?  Hang on lemme put this on.  You’ll hafta tell me what he’s like.

“...R-really.  Really sweet kid.  No I’m all right I’m f-f.  I just I just.  I need a minute, just.

“Stay?”

[flamesilocks]

(resurrects this blog just to fuck with Axelnort) “Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired a New Scarf! What's this though? There's a blue hair stuck to it, and it smells like the gift-giver. What a weirdo!”

What is...!

He should.  Not be feeling this, he should not be feeling anything, how can that hit him so hard and all at once?  How--dare it.

It takes every fiber of his nonexistent being to resist the urge to set it aflame, as if something inside him rejects the whole thought.  Something resents that feeling, as fiercely and jealously as if Axel were feeling it himself, and...

He doesn’t know.  He doesn’t know.  He just sits free of it before he does something he knows he’ll regret and holds still, hands at his temples, and tries to breathe.  The tears won’t come, he knows that--they never do, and this time he feels worse off for it.  His head doesn’t have room for thoughts of Xemnas’s will right now.  Maybe it’s another test, maybe it’s real, he just doesn’t know anymore and there are no pieces left to line up.  And on top of it all, something is.

Something is...terribly wrong with him.

Isn’t it.

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Headcanon;; Before Sora left the islands, he was a pretty average student. He got a lot of C’s and stuff, plus he’d frequently try to copy off of Kairi’s homework when he forgot to do it. (By forgot, I mean he was goofing off all night and just didn’t do it).

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wanderingrecusant // closed

Radiant Garden was still one of those worlds Sora was trying to get used to. He'd known it as Hollow Bastion for so long that he somehow had a hard time believing it could change so much. It made him really think about what Destiny Islands would be like if it had been so destroyed, so beat up by the Heartless... He shuddered at the thought, despite the warm air outside.

"Urgh, I shouldn't think about that stuff." He found himself saying aloud, pursing his lips a little. He had to focus, at least for now. He was going ahead to meet up with Leon and the others to see how Hollow Bastio- Radiant Garden's restoration was coming. The place was starting to look pretty beautiful, he would definitely admit. His friends had really pulled it together well and gotten the townsfolk to help out. Sora couldn't be any prouder, and he was a member of the group. So the Keyblade wielder found himself out alone near the Bailey, arms tossed haphazardly behind his head as he walked.

Though there's is something that catches his attention. A flicker of blue hair that looks heavily familiar. He knew that look... There's a sudden pang of worry that shoots through his heart. What were they doing here? What was...? He couldn't stay quiet for long, a harsh tone leaving his mouth.

"Saix?" The tone is harsh, but at the same time almost unbelieving. The way this guy was dressed... no, it wasn't like Saix. Still, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

[flamesilocks]

♡ ~

"...too old for that.  But you know Roxas.  Wh--hey'ey, no!  Bud, get down!  Ehhh fine.  Be that way.  Huh?  Haha, guess so.  Oh nah, he's downstairs with Leon.  Probably glaring a couple holes in the walls...

"Lea?  You mean me?  Wh...

"...How, uh.  How're you feeling, Isa?  Do I need to get Aerith?

"Alright.  Look, you need your rest.  I'll pop back in to check up, so don't go anywhere, got it?

"What?

"Just...get some sleep.  And Isa, uh...I...

"I'll see you soon."

[flamesilocks]

○ {{always sends you nothing but angst}}

For once, he's not here to do any rescuing.

Nor to be rescued, for that matter.  The rain is coming down hard, sapping Axel's strength with every step he takes, but he has enough.  There's enough anger, burning inside him like an ember, even if it isn't real at all.  "Dammit," he's muttering to the raindrops.  "Damn you.  Damn you both..."  Not to see him.  For a year.

And now this.

He's still strong by the time he reaches Isa's side in the rain, he could let loose with the punches his body's been aching to throw, but he's not sure Isa would even feel it.  Isa might just take it, and Axel's not sure what that would mean.  He's right to be angry, he's got to be--if he was so unfit for this then why has it turned out no different in Isa's hands?

Roxas is just as gone.

But Isa's curled up and clenched, shaking with choked, aborted sobs that Axel recognizes.  And before he knows it, the ember's gone out.  There's no point in turning this physical.  There's nothing left to say, even if Isa could hear it over the numbing rain.  But Axel's in no position to offer comfort, either.

Instead, he falls.  In stalking away, he slips and lands on all fours with a splash.  The hood falls back and the rain plasters his hair to his head in seconds, and Axel's been in enough fights.

He knows when to stay down.