[ Axel isn't aware of his own expression at the moment, the way he's looking at Roxas like he's a miracle -- lost and then found; sleeping, then clinging to life, then waking again... With all that endurance and strength of will, it's no wonder the keyblade chose him. He's overcome a lot in a too-short span of time; anyone with a heart would be exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster it's been.
So in this case, being without that vital organ is a blessing. It leaves the redhead with enough energy left to push himself upright in bed at Roxas' first tenuous words, brows lowering into a near-scowl directed at the far wall past the foot of the bed. ]
Well, I wasn't just gonna sit here and wait for you to come back on your own, like they did. [ Nope, he's not miffed at all about that. Not even a little. But the first person to come in now and act relieved to see Roxas when they had a chance to help search before might leave somewhat charred, to say the least.
Does that mean to say that he was worried, concerned about the blond? If he could feel that, he wouldn't know how to identify it, even then. But something had gone missing in his absence; something at the very core of Axel. It was as though he hadn't known how to go on other than to find Roxas; how to resume his life as otherwise normal without that one key presence in it. Nothing was the same.
So to see him again, to be here next to him is still nothing less than life-giving, whether the redhead realizes it or not. The blood spatters, scrapes, dirt and cuts don't matter, even -- they pale against his eyes, shining like sapphires in direct sunlight against the dull, dirty, ruddy tones on his face.
At the question, Axel loops his arms over his knees, a drawn breath escaping as a sigh, expression noticeably falling flat. He doesn't feel somber, but his posture and voice both could serve as a new dictionary definition. ]
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Date: 2016-10-23 02:54 pm (UTC)So in this case, being without that vital organ is a blessing. It leaves the redhead with enough energy left to push himself upright in bed at Roxas' first tenuous words, brows lowering into a near-scowl directed at the far wall past the foot of the bed. ]
Well, I wasn't just gonna sit here and wait for you to come back on your own, like they did. [ Nope, he's not miffed at all about that. Not even a little. But the first person to come in now and act relieved to see Roxas when they had a chance to help search before might leave somewhat charred, to say the least.
Does that mean to say that he was worried, concerned about the blond? If he could feel that, he wouldn't know how to identify it, even then. But something had gone missing in his absence; something at the very core of Axel. It was as though he hadn't known how to go on other than to find Roxas; how to resume his life as otherwise normal without that one key presence in it. Nothing was the same.
So to see him again, to be here next to him is still nothing less than life-giving, whether the redhead realizes it or not. The blood spatters, scrapes, dirt and cuts don't matter, even -- they pale against his eyes, shining like sapphires in direct sunlight against the dull, dirty, ruddy tones on his face.
At the question, Axel loops his arms over his knees, a drawn breath escaping as a sigh, expression noticeably falling flat. He doesn't feel somber, but his posture and voice both could serve as a new dictionary definition. ]
...Today makes day eight.