[ Roxas is completely at the mercy of Axel and in all honesty, he can't seem to care that he is. The fact that it's Axel of all people and not anyone else is what spurs his lack of care for the redhead being able to move him and drop him wherever he pleases, his body completely drained of the bulk of his energy to the point of wanting to go back to sleep. For how long he's been out (because it must be quite a few days judging from how he looks and how Axel reacted), he feels as though he hasn't had any sleep to begin with and so the pull to close his eyes and slip into that dreamy state again is rather difficult to ignore.
He listens to the words Axel mutters, eyes closed the entire time but he hears him, even if it takes him a little longer to piece together each word and really understand what it is he's saying.
He wants to say that he's not sure what happened, that he doesn't really remember and that maybe if he hadn't been caught off guard he wouldn't be "like this" in the first place. But he can't, lips not even moving and instead he just lays there beside Axel on the bed.
His mind begins to drift, begins to slowly sink into that ocean that he can almost hear and taste behind his eyes and for a moment, he's gone.
Gone.
His breathing stopped and if he had a heart, it probably would have stopped as well. He's completely and utterly gone in every sense of the word that one can be without the body itself disappearing, right there on Axel's bed. He stays like that, in that gone sort of state for five, ten, fifteen, twenty seconds now until he begins to breathe again and slowly, blue eyes flutter open and he stares ahead as the room begins to spin; this is partly why he prefers to keep his eyes closed.
He swallows, eyes blinking slowly and he lolls his head to the side, trying to remember how to breathe, let alone find some sort of energy that he might have tucked away somewhere.
It's only when he's able to locate the redhead and find those green eyes that he finally manages to say something. ]
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rosecarmine
well there IS that meme...
Date: 2016-10-22 03:12 am (UTC)He listens to the words Axel mutters, eyes closed the entire time but he hears him, even if it takes him a little longer to piece together each word and really understand what it is he's saying.
He wants to say that he's not sure what happened, that he doesn't really remember and that maybe if he hadn't been caught off guard he wouldn't be "like this" in the first place. But he can't, lips not even moving and instead he just lays there beside Axel on the bed.
His mind begins to drift, begins to slowly sink into that ocean that he can almost hear and taste behind his eyes and for a moment, he's gone.
Gone.
His breathing stopped and if he had a heart, it probably would have stopped as well. He's completely and utterly gone in every sense of the word that one can be without the body itself disappearing, right there on Axel's bed. He stays like that, in that gone sort of state for five, ten, fifteen, twenty seconds now until he begins to breathe again and slowly, blue eyes flutter open and he stares ahead as the room begins to spin; this is partly why he prefers to keep his eyes closed.
He swallows, eyes blinking slowly and he lolls his head to the side, trying to remember how to breathe, let alone find some sort of energy that he might have tucked away somewhere.
It's only when he's able to locate the redhead and find those green eyes that he finally manages to say something. ]
I knew you'd find me.