Burn baby, BURN.

I'm 𝔹𝕌ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 ａ ｌ ｉ ｖ ｅ

[fantasy-hearts-deactivated20231]

Best friends forever.

[keybladesoras]

Axel/Lea watching the sunset with friends.

[thermogenetic]

commandflowers:

“ah, yes. i did use her as a shield, yet, i didn’t mean her any harm with my action. i didn’t want her dead. her existence is important. i merely wanted not to fight in that instance. sadly, my plan backfired there as you know. though, you kept it entertaining as always by unleashing your attacks in her direction. what would we have done if you killed her right then and there? and in front of sora, too?”

   "You purposely put her between us in the middle of a fight, I’d say you knowingly endangered her. Surely you don’t think I’m above harming Namine, or anyone else who’s essential to your plans? What would you have done. Don’t put words in my mouth, Sora isn’t my problem either -- that’s on you guys.”

[thermogenetic]

ghostinglies:

               ❛  …be careful next time, okay ?  ❜ a soft murmur delivered after she quietly feels touched at his gratitude — it’s not often one tells her such words. two simple words ; a simple meaning — one that she takes and TREASURES as it makes her feel as though her purpose of existence is found. she won’t tell him that she’d practiced day and night, embarrassment was sure to happen on her end. her fingers, dainty and delicate as ever, suffered the consequences — but he didn’t need to know that tidbit. her eyes survey her work one last time before she relents, tucking her supplies away in the tiny kit she keeps. 

               ❛  how did you get it, anyways ?  ❜ did something happen during training ?

   “I’m always careful, you know.” 

   Despite his goofy outward demeanor that was true, Axel took every thing cautiously and did everything he could to preserve his own well being -- sometimes things happen that he simply can’t control ( such as angering Larxene ) and for that his cloak paid the price more often than not. It would be nice to have someone around to willingly fix up the various holes that would assuredly appear again over the next few days. 

   “Nothin’ really, s’just a little scratch I picked up.” 

[bloodrcse]

“i give namine a room to stay in. keeping her safe as she does her job that i asked her to do. you almost hit her, not giving a care in the world if you kill her and i am labeled as the bad guy. how is this fair?”

@thermogenetic / sc.

[thermogenetic]

   "Lets just ignore the fact that you kidnapped an innocent young girl and then tried to use as a human shield after threatening her into obedience in the first place. You’re absolutely the bad guy and if you want to fight about it I’m right here, Marluxia.” 

[thermogenetic]

slender arms wrap around the shoulders of his lean, seated frame. all so that she might pepper kisses from the lobe of his ear to the corner of his lips, making comical ‘mwah’ noises with each. 💕

  He reaches up with one arm and tangles his fingers into her hair, a contented huff escaping slightly parted lips before he begins to chuckle. “You’re ridiculous, you know that – right?” Axel leans his head up against her and turns his head to kiss her cheek. 

[thermogenetic]

quietly pouts and lightly whacks his arm with sketchbook :/

   "Come on now, don’t be like that. You wound me.”

[vxiien]

✘ | EMBER SPARKS

[thermogenetic]

vxiien:

ϟ  ┇ "Watch it.” An immediate SNAP back towards the tailor as the stranger leans close with a harmless needle tightening the loose ends of the grown - cinched at her waist. Before much protest, the designer straps a tiara around her head, her infamous antennas used as braids to tie behind the headpiece. For a MINUTE, she admires the embroidery and completed ensemble in the mirror - there was AMBIVALENT feelings or thoughts with this both REFRESHING and BIZARRE sight: being stripped of her honorary, TRADITIONAL and simple cloak and black boots. HUES the gown dressed across her body made her seem HUMAN (a somebody) from the outside. It was STRANGE, something about this brought an unexpected F E A R - fantasizing as a SOMEBODY. As soon as those thoughts crept, they were quick to wash away with the sound of her conscious - you’re a NOBODY, you’re here because of D A R K N E S S. 

ϟ  ┇ After moments span of her initial shock at her new appearance, she steps out of the fitting room - spotting number VIII in his USUAL composed stance, her exposed fingertips adjust the tiara placed on her head, it was almost COMICAL; her as a princess? Axel was tidied up quite nicely , neatly but for some reason, she was UNCOMFORTABLE - it was strange seeing him - them in anything else but their uniforms. The uniform was ALL she knew, it was a piece of her identity as an organization member that was suddenly GONE. Similarly, seeing Axel without his uniform - but almost seemingly HUMAN, it was a strange and foreign - at this moment he appeared as a STRANGER.

ϟ  ┇ Once advancing closer to VII, she is in DISBELIEF, “do these people not know how to do their job? I’m no expert but - you’ll stick out with your lion mane.” She snickers at her comparison before hopping onto a stool; fingers combing through UNRULY fiery locks - the SENSATION of her unprotected fingers interlocking with the rough texture of his hair. For once, she was physically DOMINANT in this situation, driving her to be a bit ELEVATED; picking up a nearby hand mirror, she holds it in front of her counterpart, “pretty good, huh? If you don’t like it, then do it yourself.” 

   It feels like an hour passes before she emerges, clad in bright crimson and looking like an actual woman for once -- so much that it almost causes his breath to catch in his throat as if it’s the first time he’s viewed her as more than a co-worker. Long fingers curl into the tight collar of his shirt and he pulls against it’s restrictive fabric before pushing off the wall and approaching Larxene. it feels odd to him, catching glimpses of the two of them dressed to kill in the various mirrors scattered throughout the store. They’re out here behaving as seemingly normal people for once, not a pair of assassins who really don’t exist at all. He’s pulled out of his reverie by a sudden ambush of fingers brushing through his hair. 

   “I mean they made you look like a lady, I’d say they know how to do their jobs well enough.“ The Nobody could apply the same remark to himself, but it’s more fun to him to poke at her rather than himself. Axel winces as her fingers catch a tangle and for a second he considers complaining before realizing she’s apt to send a jolt of electricity through his head the moment he opens his mouth again. He breathes a heavy sigh and glances at himself in the mirror, somehow looking much more proper without the mane of red spikes crowning his head. He’s loathe to pay her a compliment, but he cracks a grin and adjusts a stray piece of hair before nodding at her. “Looks fine, I’m not gonna mess with it anymore -- we should get going anyway.” 

   Axel starts to move toward the door back out into the city, stopping after a few steps to wait for Larxene and he’s almost amused by the fact that she’ll have to walk in heels and carry the long dress up off the ground the entire way back to the palace. “Will we even make it back there in time?” He remarks over his shoulder, pushing the door open and leaning into it to allow her to pass through unimpeded. 

[vxiien]

✘ | EMBER SPARKS

[thermogenetic]

vxiien:

ϟ  ┇ “I guess you have a point, for once.” The thought of attending the royal ball with their traditional cloaks didn’t seem significant at the moment. But after number VIII bringing the issue to LIGHT, it was clear there was no other way they would be allowed entry unless covered head to toe with OVERWHELMING gowns and suits. As being trademarked as the ONLY woman in the organization, there was a subtle INTEREST to explore her FEMININITY. But, at the same time, she is a NOBODY - HALLOW, a SHADOW of the past. Being feminine was of the LEAST of her concerns - if wearing a LOUSY dress was the first step to POSSES CASTLE OF DREAMS into DARKNESS, then so be it. She examines the map, marks indicating the location of every marketplace and area in detail. 

ϟ  ┇ Before she could utter a word, Axel abruptly interrupts - his tone DRIPPED in discontent and impatience. “Now, now, Axel. There’s no need to rush.” It was true she was BRASH, but dominating an entire world, kidnapping the prince? A source of LIGHT that could be FED into KINGDOM HEARTS - this mission was far too VALUABLE, “don’t fall so SHORT-SIGHTED, Axel. You’re being quite bossy today. Maybe you can talk to your new little friends that way, but if you want this mission to be a success, we’re doing it my way.” She brushes past him, making an extra effort to push past his figure, her body surging with ELECTRICITY. “There’s a local store nearby that I spotted on the map. We better hurry or else we’ll miss out on all the entertainment tonight.” She giggles, hurrying outside, navigating past the paths and town. 

ϟ  ┇ Within a few minutes, the pair come face-to-face to the town which was rather VACANT - considering the ball was only an hour or two away. In other words, instead of lolling around the town, citizens of all were either preparing to impress the PRINCE of the land or enjoy a night of dance with their significant others. From the store window, she spots two mannequins - the outfits that almost seemed too PERFECT for the event (but was most likely still in display due to high expenses) were dressed in an elegant but PROVOCATIVE crimson gown. The other mannequin was decked in a  semi-formal black button down and cardinal blazer and vest with pants to match. She folds her arms, scrutinizing the ensembles, “these will do. Looks like we don’t have much time anyway.” Without any REGARD to the other’s opinion, she enters the store - leaving him behind to muse upon his own thoughts or complaints.

   While he’s already made peace with the fact that he’s now stuck here on this miserable planet with this miserable woman there’s still no way he can think of to disguise his facial expression as he trudges along. “You’re the one being bossy, I’m just trying to find the quickest way out of here.” It was irritating listening to her barbed comments over and over and he wasn’t any more appealing to be stuck in a stuffy suit around a bunch of people he could care less about. He stiffens as her electrified figure brushes past him, eliciting a groan in welcome to the familar feeling of being zapped. It’s not long before heat blossoms across his face and the roiling volcano churns in his stomach, he walks close to her and fully intends on making her sweat due to the excessive presence of his element. 

   “You just told me not to hurry and now suddenly we have to hurry on your whim? Let’s get our clothes and get this nonsense over with.” Her laughter reminds him of nails grating on a chalkboard and the crease in his face only deepens as she continues to run her mouth while he walks sullenly behind her. The shop in question reminds him of the kind of place you’d go to if you were looking to buy something illegal, but alas passing through the doors reveals rows upon rows of lavish dresses and tailored suits and he’s almost let down by the lack of anything shady. “Whatever she says, we’ll go with that.” 

   He follows the attendant into the fitting room and goes through the motions of dressing up, almost for a second pausing to admire himself in the mirror, but instead he saunters back out into the main room and waits for Larxene to reappear. “She gonna be done soon? We don’t have all day.” Axel remarks casually to the aide, folding his arms and leaning up against a nearby wall. 

[dark-aqua]

A Remembered Promise

[vxiien]

✘ | EMBER SPARKS

[thermogenetic]

vxiien:

ϟ  ┇ In a WICKED way, there was something ENTICING, the antagonistic language of his body and ANIMOSITY written across his features. His touch rather SCORCHING - sharp enough to pierce through her coat. Upon him frolicking with the PAWNS, it was entertaining to see the sudden shift of character. “Wouldn’t that be a sight to see. Not that you have the audacity to do it.” A mocking laugh, anticipating her fiery counterpart to ERUPT at any moment. Without further hesitation, she retracts her arm, the GRATIFYING sting lingering on her wrist. “Has our beloved assassin finally opened his eyes and realized he’s going mad? Not that I’m particularly surprised to say the least. We were all counting down the days you would crack.” Before he could retort to her badgering, number VIII VANISHES into the castle. 

ϟ  ┇ Moments after luring the targets, she registers their hopes to attend the BALL. While she deliberately plans her attacks, the sisters beg for their lives to be saved. Instead, Larxene offers a choice that EXCEEDS their expectations, ensuring their claim to throne and hand in marriage with the PRINCE was to ensure NOBODY would get in their way which meant DESTROYING others in the process. Since the evil sisters were already corrupted by the DARKNESS and GREED, the mission was effortless which left number XII rather FAMISHED. 

ϟ  ┇ She warps to the lower level of the castle, noticing the laid-back composure of the other after capturing his target. After their hot-blooded altercation, it was SURPRISING to see how composed he was- not that she particularly cared. “Looks like our fun isn’t quite over yet, Axel. There’s a royal dance happening tonight and we’re going. Could you imagine the look on Saïx‘s face when we corrupt a PRINCE? Plus, we could probably engulf this whole town in darkness if we play our cards right. With the suspicions that are surrounding you, wouldn’t you wanna show everyone that one of the top assassins of the organization is here to stay?” It wasn’t much about what he wanted, but what she CRAVED - the darkness dominating all worlds. 

   He’s visibly disgusted right from the jump, her reappearance was enough to spark his annoyance anew and now she’s spouting off about attending some royal ball tonight on top of it. Fortune truly doesn’t favor him today, but Axel takes a deep breath and folds his arms across his chest. “So how do we attend this ball? We’re just going to roll up dressed like this and get in?” The Nobody gestures at his body with both hands before clicking his tongue and turning to pace away from the female. “It would be a great sight to see, much better than this ball nonsense.” He directs the conversation back to her earlier comments, his face still set in stone as he continues to disagree with her choice to stay here longer than necessary.

   If only he were with anybody else it would probably be easy enough to get out of doing this, but Larxene seemed intent on forcing him to suffer through a night with her. He stops and folds both arms behind his head, looking back over a shoulder at her. “We gotta go find some clothes, then. Stop dragging your feet and walk.” He’s resigned himself to the torment of a social event at this point and now he’s refocused his attention on the mission at hand. He’s unsure of her intentions behind attending the dance, but it was hard to deny that it would benefit them greatly to further corrupt more of this world before drawing back. 

   “I hope you know what you’re getting us into.” It probably wouldn’t be too hard to find suitable clothes for a ball somewhere on a planet like this, it was simply a matter of finding them in time. “Any ideas where to start? Royal balls aren’t exactly my scene -- so I’m all ears for ideas.” Axel exhales heavily and stops to turn and face his companion to await her answer. 

[thermogenetic]

blows a kiss at him. she missed him so much. ♥

   Axel grins and mimics catching the kiss in his hands. 

[thermogenetic]

are you a smoke detector??? bc ur really loud and annoying

   "Just once think before you speak. Also. . . you’re more loud and annoying than I could ever hope to be.”

[thermogenetic]

dawnled:

STARTER CALL  /  @thermogenetic​​ !!

He’s had a lot of time to think over things, while he and Mickey have been away. Of course, he’d been protective when first dropping Kairi off at Merlin’s, though more in a ‘big brother’ kind of way than anything else.

He knows Lea has changed. He’s not Axel - he’s his own person.

His return from the Realm of Dark had been without fanfare, of course – they didn’t have time for that – but—- something told him this was the right thing to do with what free time he’d been given.

“Training hard?”

   "Yeah." There had been little else to do in the passing days and while he had a lot of unanswered questions on his mind nobody seemed inclined to fill him in on what was going on so he simply spent his days honing his skills. 

   “It’d be better to get out and actually fight some heartless, but it works for now.” At this point battle was all that he knew, he’d never go back to the way he had been in the past -- He existed simply to fight now. 

   “You doin’ alright?” He’s not sure what else to say to Riku, but the least he could do is make sure he’s okay. 

[thermogenetic]

father, when I grow up will I have fire powers too?

   "Probably not, seein’ as I’m not your dad or anything.”

[vxiien]

✘ | EMBER SPARKS

[thermogenetic]

vxiien:

  ϟ  ┇ Between their impassioned exchanges, she reluctantly separates from the couch, chartreuse eyes narrowing at the other, signifying enmity about their mission and for him. Upon entering the new realm, a prominent, gleaming, castle stands proudly what seems like - miles away. According to their map, the manor that encompasses the three figures of DARKNESS were nearby on the right. Without hesitance, heels promptly shift to the direction of their targets, a mixture of TENSION and GREED fills the gaps between the pair’s silence as they leisurely stroll towards their destination. His company alone irritated her, exposing his weaknesses to the organization and outsiders. It left a dry and DISGUSTED taste in her mouth how the once assassin became nothing but a cracked shield. He had a feeble heart.

ϟ  ┇ Larxene craved manipulating and luring the virtuous to obscurity. Despite her qualms about number VIII, it would be logistically difficult to chase all three women into the darkness. “Axel.” Her tone of his name smooth and crisp, “I can handle the two stepsisters, I’m sure your only success in your meaningless life would be seducing a grandma, anyway. No need to thank me if you get some with your granny.” Lips curve in a demonic manner, a sharp snicker at her joke.

ϟ  ┇ As the two approach behind the evil stepmother’s estate, they peer through the luxurious windows. She she spots her two targets, ANASTASIA and DRIZELLA arguing over which ballgown was more extravagant. Shifting her position to talk to Axel, she senses his lean torso brushing past her shoulder - most likely attempting to see past the shrubbery. “Back off.” As petite as she is, she successfully pushes past the other nobody, clearly DISTRESSED being in a confined space with leaves and branches jabbing various locations of her small frame. “Since everyone is upstairs, let’s meet by the staircase on the first floor once we’re finished and then we can close out this stupid mission. I wanna know if you had fun with miss granny up there.”

   The tall Nobody runs a hand through his hair before pacing quickly away from the collapsing dark portal behind him, not even stopping to see whether or not his partner for the mission fell into step behind him. It was annoying, of all people he’d be stuck with her.  Doing his best to survey their target area before intruding he’s rudely interrupted by the familiar feel of someone shoving against him and while it’s nothing he’d lose balance over the gesture still grated on his already fraying patience. Finally he reaches out with an arm and curls his long fingers around her wrist as she attempts to breeze by him, babbling on about the mission while attempting to barb him with her ridiculous jokes. 

   "We both know I wouldn’t hesitate to burn this whole castle down with you inside, commit that to memory and think about it before you open your mouth again.” Any trace of his normal playful self is gone, there’s no cheeky smile or snarky tone -- it’s a tone of voice neither he or Larxene have heard for a very long time. 

   The tension mounts between them and while they’d never been particularly close in the past ever since the arrival of Roxas and Xion she’d been extremely hostile toward him and it made it difficult to work with her even for a simple mission now. Every time things changed between him and the other members of the organization it was for the worst and he was frankly tired of it at this point. “Just handle the sisters. I’ll be back in five minutes.”  As promised he apprehends the target with very little effort, slinking back down to the top of the first floor and folding arms over his chest before leaning back up against one of the support pillars to wait. 

[paopufruit]