[ With that deafening silence, Axel doesn't have to be looking in the right direction, even -- he still knows the moment it happens: There's a sort of sigh -- a long, almost relaxed breath out, and then...
Nothing. ]
Roxas? Hey, wait a second! [ Axel is fully upright in his bed now, wide-eyed ] Roxas, wake up!
[ It's all he can seem to get out, though he knows he's not asleep. Not this time.
Bright green eyes scan over him frantically anyway, looking for life signs they no longer find. Truthfully, Roxas is so battered, so bruised, so broken that the redhead can't help but wonder if that last smile was a farewell; one last favor for his best friend. Sure was what it seemed like at the time, though Axel hadn't been forced to seriously entertain the idea for the moment.
Now, there's no escaping it.
Maybe he was too late. Maybe he searched all that time and only brought home a husk; a shell where his companion used to reside. If he did, there's no helping that; furthermore, perhaps he shouldn't even if he could.
So is he... fading? No, but Axel's still reluctant to touch him at first, as though doing so will somehow confirm that he's wrong. But eventually the opposition to that wins out, and he curls his index and middle finger into a smaller palm, gently squeezing. Why? To... let Roxas know that he's here, right until the end? He's not sure what he's doing; there's absolute radio silence in his mind, body acting solely on subconscious reflex.
Don't do this... Don't go... echoes in that empty space, unspoken. The blond doesn't answer. Doesn't respond. And with each passing second, that fire within Axel progressively dwindles and dies a little more, and an oppressive chill begins to encroach from all angles.
Chin to chest, eyes focused on their hands, looking but not seeing, he waits. Quiet and still, digits clutching on, he waits for his best friend to start disintegrating.
Until, just as clearly as before, he hears Roxas come back.
For Axel, it's like surfacing after nearly drowning, and he breathes like he's had the oxygen he needs cut off for that duration, maybe longer. He's winded, without any exertion whatsoever.
Nevertheless, blue eyes have never looked quite so good; that voice has never sounded more soothing. It's practically a sonata.
It takes a moment for that to seep in before Axel is able to properly break the tension with a huff of laughter and the faintest smile as he quips smartly. ]
I told you red is the color that travels the farthest, didn't I?
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i saw it! wanna do a thing? I'm totally up for it. c:
Date: 2016-10-22 06:16 am (UTC)Nothing. ]
Roxas? Hey, wait a second! [ Axel is fully upright in his bed now, wide-eyed ] Roxas, wake up!
[ It's all he can seem to get out, though he knows he's not asleep. Not this time.
Bright green eyes scan over him frantically anyway, looking for life signs they no longer find. Truthfully, Roxas is so battered, so bruised, so broken that the redhead can't help but wonder if that last smile was a farewell; one last favor for his best friend. Sure was what it seemed like at the time, though Axel hadn't been forced to seriously entertain the idea for the moment.
Now, there's no escaping it.
Maybe he was too late. Maybe he searched all that time and only brought home a husk; a shell where his companion used to reside. If he did, there's no helping that; furthermore, perhaps he shouldn't even if he could.
So is he... fading? No, but Axel's still reluctant to touch him at first, as though doing so will somehow confirm that he's wrong. But eventually the opposition to that wins out, and he curls his index and middle finger into a smaller palm, gently squeezing. Why? To... let Roxas know that he's here, right until the end? He's not sure what he's doing; there's absolute radio silence in his mind, body acting solely on subconscious reflex.
Don't do this... Don't go... echoes in that empty space, unspoken. The blond doesn't answer. Doesn't respond. And with each passing second, that fire within Axel progressively dwindles and dies a little more, and an oppressive chill begins to encroach from all angles.
Chin to chest, eyes focused on their hands, looking but not seeing, he waits. Quiet and still, digits clutching on, he waits for his best friend to start disintegrating.
Until, just as clearly as before, he hears Roxas come back.
For Axel, it's like surfacing after nearly drowning, and he breathes like he's had the oxygen he needs cut off for that duration, maybe longer. He's winded, without any exertion whatsoever.
Nevertheless, blue eyes have never looked quite so good; that voice has never sounded more soothing. It's practically a sonata.
It takes a moment for that to seep in before Axel is able to properly break the tension with a huff of laughter and the faintest smile as he quips smartly. ]
I told you red is the color that travels the farthest, didn't I?