Love in the Snow

OOC: gawd.. i took forever writing this one... WRITERS BLOCK! >_< please don't kill me for what i did... XD



"...w...warm...Axel..."
He slightly turned his head, studying her face as she mumbled his name. He tightened his grip on her, but he didn't answer. He continued walked through the darkness of the portal, heading for his room, nonstop, every now and then looking at her...
Darkness had surrounded his room. The lights were off, the curtains were pulled, door locked. Axel stepped into the room through the portal with Larxene in his arms. He stood in the middle of the room for a brief moment, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness as he looked at her face once more, admiring it even when it was drenched with her blood. Once he could see the vague figures of his room, still holding her body tightly in his arms, he gave a snap. At the sound of the snap, a tiny ball of fire formed in front of him, floating, illuminating the room. Letting the ball of fire burn, he walked over to his bed, gently laying the limp body down on his bed. Checking to make sure she was in a comfortable position, he snapped his fingers once more to put out the tiny flame floating in the middle of the room. He then reached over to the table lamp to turn it on. It only made a click sound, but produced no light. He flicked the switch a couple of times, but nothing happened, the darkness remained.
“Damn.” he whispered. Remembering that the electricity of each room ran on the key card of the door. He attempted to feel around his coat to try to find the card, only to realize that his coat was wrapped around Larxene's unconscious body. He gently unwrapped the coat off of her to look for the card, still no luck.
“Damn! I must have dropped it out in the woods somewhere... Good one Axel.” he scolded himself. No source of electricity meant no source of light and no source of heat. He sighed at his own stupidity as he felt her forehead and cheeks once more to check on her body temperature, it was returning to normal. He gazed at her as he began to stroke her cheeks, she still looked beautiful. Her hair was ruffled and stained with blood, flakes of dried blood here and there. The blood running down her cheeks was also drying as the blood flow had ceased. He sighed and stood up, well, first things first, the room needed to be warmed. So what if the artificial heat was out for the moment, the real source of heat was standing right there. Raising his arms to the sides, he lowered his head closing his eyes. A soft flame appeared at his hands as the room slowly began to warm. Bringing the room to a minimum temperature of a hot spring day, he now concentrated on how to illuminate the room. He snapped once more as a couple of the floating balls of fire appeared circling him, and at his will, the tiny specks of flame scattered around the room in different places, illuminating the place brightly. Satisfied with the result, he now could concentrate on what was important, tending to her wounds. He ruffled through his bag trying to locate a good pair of pajamas, a black cotton satin material type.
“Perfect” he mumbled. Throwing the pajamas on the bed he walked into the bathroom looking for the first aid kit. Grabbing two small towels along with the first aid kit, he walked out of the bathroom looking for a container to hold water. Spotting a jar sitting at the corner table, he grabbed it, quickly filling it up with warm water. Taking the tree items, he walked over to Larxene's side and set them on the nearby desk. Wetting one of the towels, he carefully wiped her face clean of the blood. The water in the jar turning crimson as he wet the cloth. He walked back and forth from the bathroom, changing the water, cleaning her face and hair of any traces of blood.
After the wound had been cleaned, he opened the first aid kit to look for the correct ointment. He worked swiftly, applying the ointment on the wound and carefully bandaging it. He removed everything from the bed and carefully rearrange her body... now was the hard part. He gulped. He had to get her out of the wet clothes... or else she just might catch pneumonia. He picked up her body and leaned her against his chest, her head resting on his cheek. He gulped once more as a dangerously shaking hand reached for the zipper of her coat.
“Larxene... Please forgive me for this....” he shut his eyes tight (even knowing that he'd have to open them sometime soon), taking one last gulp and he unzipped her coat.............

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Axel walked out of the bathroom, refreshed himself. Larxene still unconscious, sleeping peacefully on his bed. He himself had slipped into something more comfortable, a black cotton muscle shirt, with a slim fit black nylon shorts. Larxene had occupied his pajamas, that was all he could find in his bag that would be comfortable enough to spend the night in. Pulling up a chair next to the sleeping Larxene, he stared at her, perhaps for the matter that he had nothing better to do. Her hair was not longer brushed tightly, it almost flowed freely on the pillow; a sudden urge came over him to stroke her silky hair. He seated himself on the bed, slightly leaning over her body, gazing at the delicate face. How can someone so beautiful be so stuck up all the time he wondered. He ran the back of his fingers through her hair. He bit his lips, for he was aching to kiss her. He traced her bottom lip with his thumb as he leaned in, close, too close. But he still didn't kiss her. He didn't want to violate her like this. He simply smiled at her and leaned back, but not before giving her a small peck on her cheek. Gently stroking her cheeks once more, he snapped, the burning flames going out all over the room. He then walked over to the window and pulled the curtains back, the moonlight rushing into his room. The silvery stroke fell on Larxene's face giving her pale skin a brighter glow.
“Good night..." he whispered sitting on the chair he'd pulled up earlier. "....my love.”
His eyes resting on her figure, he didn't know when the world of sleep had called him in.


OOC: i just love how Axel was passed out on the other one, and Larxnene is passed out on this one... =3

 

wtf - larxene screamed i find that terribly odd - can i join in lol - im lonely - i can always ignore it if ya want

Devon was sitting near the entrance, outside, yet another hot cocoa in her hands. She couldn't stand this place... it was too cold. The ambulance had driven away, but other girls where walking past, giving her evil glares, she knew she wasn't popular. She forced a laugh out of her self and drank some cocoa, the stars appearing one by one. She remembered when she met him, how he introduced himself, how he put his fingers to his head and proudly said "Got it memorised"; She laughed at it now... realising it had worked.. she had remembered. Taking another sip form her cocoa, she heard a scream, faint though it may be. She looked into the forest.. wondering what had caused it, she didn't know if she should go investigate.

 

Crys had finally clocked off for the day, however she felt as though she should hang around for a while. There was something not quite right with the world around her... As though there was something odd in the air...

Dom sighed sadly as she gazed around the snow covered resort: it'd been a decade since she'd last seen this place. A decade since they all left her, a decade since they died. The chilly wind blew around her, ruffling her brown hair and wraping her scarf tightly around her body. She didn't want to be there, she'd wanted to stay away from that place forever. She hated that place, it'd ruined her life. But, he'd told her to go. And she'd do anything he said, even at pain of death. Or at least that's what she thought. But the truth was he knew she needed closure. She agreed full heartedly with that, and so he'd made her leave straight away. To return back to the Land of Snow that had destroyed her family.

 

For a second she had completely forgotten the scream as she heard a noise in the snow. Her head turned quickly to see what was in veiw. It was just a girl, she watched wanting to greet her, but remembered the nasty looks the other girls gave her and stayed in her place.

She travelled into the forest anyway, she tried to walk as quietly as she could but kept stepping on twings and leaves making crunching noises. She found nothing and gave up, but not before finding a key card on the floor. She pocketed it, just in case.

 

''i hate my life'' said rexejon while drinking his coffee

 

Kya walked around on the second floor before feeling lightheaded. She then walked down staris to ask anyone for extra pillows

 

Sharix lay down on hr bed in her room. She looked up at the ceiling blankly.

 

Larxene groaned quietly as she moved her legs in a crouched position, digging her face into her pillow comfortably. She was having a truly nice dream, someone holding her, caressing her lovingly, wishing her good night and calling her his love...she honestly, to admit to herself, enjoyed it...it was the first time she had felt like she was loved. But God...she felt so tired, exhausted, every single bone in her body ached, and just moving her legs gave her a shudder of pain. And she could feel a part of her foreahead all mushy...wait....

It was then her mind looked back on what happened then, all that she remembered, a moose popping out of nowehere, when she was expecting Axel to come and scare her, the surprise shocking her enough to scream for a second, though she never screamed in her Nobody life....then she tripped and fell back, rolled down...down on the ground...

Her eyes snapped open sharply in a shockwave as the last thing she'd seen was the rock's surface, and the painful clash. And then...then there was someone holding her, making her warm and so...cozy. Her breathing quickening, as her tired orbs looked around the moonlit room, she noticed she was now in a bed, and her brain began wiring immediately. Where was she? Was she in her room? How she got here? If so, who? Larxene went to sit up forcefully, but a sudden wave of dizziness adn nausea in her stomach made her lay back down, giving another groan as she fluttered her eyes, a hand on her head. As she explored her hair, she found her wound bandaged and taken care of in her forehead...so someone took her in. Taking in the place once more, the window's drapse were open, where the moon's vibrant, silver light flowed in, and from her side she could see red hair....red hair?

Her head turned to her right weakly as she saw Axel sleeping soundly on a chair, in black attire as the light hit the skin of his arms so perfectly,...adorning every muscles on his arms like a sculpture. If she had a heart, it would've been beating rapidly every second. Stunned, not expecting him to be with her right now, she thought back on the woods...so he was there? Thinking she should wake him up, giving out a tiny yawn, she tried to find some energy and strength to call him, but what came was a breathy whisper, "Axel." Swallowing, and trying again for a more louder voice, she gathered all her will into one yell, "Axel!"

A sudden itch in her throat for doing made her cough, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she tried to regain control.

 

OOC: omg.. (When You Were Young by The Killers) listening to this song helped a lot when I was writing this. I was/am so inspired! >_< A very beautiful song, and a great video. Better than the original video. :luv: the song is still making me smile. X]

Axel groaned in his sleep as Larxene called him the first time, gently shifting his form on the chair. His head was tilted back, resting on the backrest of the chair. His face held a gentle expression as he slept, eyes twitching lightly. Larxene, fully awake, called him once more, louder this time. He'd slipped into a world of dreams, where he and Larxene stood alone, she in his arms, her head gently resting on his shoulder as his lips affectionately stroked her swan-like neck. His eyes sprang open as a voice called him back to reality. He jumped up and sat up straight on the chair, looking for the source of the call. He saw the figure of Larxene still laying on the bed. Had he imagined the call? He stood up and stretched.
“Ugh...” he groaned muttering to himself. “Must've dozed off”
He stretched once more, extending his hands above his head and yawned, but the stretch was broken suddenly, his muscles relaxing immediately when he heard the cough coming from Larxene.
“Larxene?”
He'd failed to see the blue eyes staring at him the entire time. The room was still dark, merely illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. A stray ray had fallen on her face, specifically on her eyes, making them glow. He was once again caught up in staring at her eyes. There was always something special about her eyes, something that made him love her a little more each time. Snapping out of it, he gave her a grin and leaned closer.
“How you feelin'?” He asked, gently resting a hand on her forehead feeling the temperature. Everything was normal. Her expressionless face and tired eyes gave a soft smile on his face. He sat down next to her and leaned back on the side on his body, resting and balancing himself on his elbow. His hand now moved from her forehead, slicking it down her hair. He gently caressed her soft hair.
“I thought I'd lost you.” He admitted. “All this for a mere cookie.”
He chuckled softly, his eyes giving her a gentle, and loving look.
“Fine... I won't ask for your cookies anymore.”



OOC: AngelsNeedFlight, keep the key card. I'll come and get it from you soon. =]

 

OOC: I know she hans't noticed the PJs yet xD (has too much thoughts in her head), though I'm saving that for later, it won't be that bad, because she's still weak, just so the mood wouldn't be ruined ;).

Larxene had grunted off some of the coughs, letting a few out, but it seemed her suffering was what woke him up, as he could see his dark figure jumping in his chair, only for him to call out her name. Grumpy, she wanted to say 'who the hell else?', but her throat was now dry, scorched, and aching (just like everywhere else on her body), and every time she tried to swallow, it was hard to do. Not willing to speak, finding herself energy less once again, she merely watched him move around while she stayed immobile herself, simply tracing his sinewy form, and somehow wishing she could touch and feel it, take off that shirt that was keeping her from exploring every single trace of his toned torso. But now...she had made it clear before, she couldn't...just couldn't. Nevertheless, her breath hitched in her throat as he got close, making something agonize on her ribs as he sat beside her on the bed. Her eyes closed shut when his bare hand touched her forehead, taking in deeply every stroke and every tip like it was the last time she would, and slowly...she found her resistance slipping....no, she couldn't...that hand may hurt her too.

Her eyes were wet under the eyelids...again, like it wasn't enough for today, but she had swore to herself, that she wouldn't let them fall anymore, and she didn't. Biting her lips softly as his hand was now gently running through her hair, her eyes opened only halfway, looking exhausted, yet she was gazing at his face...how...tender it was, how relieved, how adoring. There was no doubt in her mind now that this hand, as well as the other, and his arms, all her senses that she felt before...were from him, and so was his cozy warmth that she had relished in. It was him. Her resolve weakening, she thought that it wouldn't kill her to show her real "feelings" tonight, it wouldn't hurt just to have one moment to herself. I owe it to me.

That decision reigned strong especially when his words were concerned and deep. Yeah...it wouldn't hurt at all, despite her body in pain to contrast it. Her eyes not moving position, she replied, in a raspy, silent voice, as she couldn't manage anything more, "Stupid...it wasn't just the cookie...and I gave it to you anyway...." She took a pause, trying to sooth her vocal chords for what she added next. "Lost me, huh...? Makes you wonder...how time is so short...like we keep hearing...'live every moment'...'before it's gone'." Her eyes closed again, the words hitting her more than she thought they would. Time doesn't wait for you...she sighed sadly. What was she gonna do? Stupid Zexion now got her all into this in-depth stuff...

 

ooc I love that song

Kya walked back into the lobby and sat in a chair. They are never coming are they...?

 

She nervously opened the door, gracefully dodging the downfall of snow that she had dislodged from the top of the doorway. She stumbled slighty over her long scarf as she entered the resort lobby, trembling slightly at being back in that place.

 

She saw someone enter the lobby and waved with a slight smile not knowing who was it at first.]

 

Dom smiled back slight, not quite realising who it was straight away. Doing a double-take to realise exactly who it was "K--Kya?" She asked in shock.

 

"How...did you know my name?"

 

"It's me... Dom, don't--don't you remember me? And... how..."

 

"Dom? But you look... older now." She stood up now

 

"It's... been a while, but you... you don't seem..."

 

"how long has it been?"

 

"Well, I'm not sure... But a long, long time..."