Love in the Snow

"I thought you were dead..."

 

"I thought you were too... Now I'm not so sure but... You haven't aged at all..."

 

rexejon was ready with drinking his coffee ''hey hate my life that would be a great song'' said rexejon

 

"I am....dead..." She looked down

 

"Oh..." Dom sighed, looking down to the ground trying to hide the fact she was almost in tears.

 

"i've missed you so much... I thought I would be here forever...all alone"

 

"Well, I am here now." She smiled weakly. I wish I could only say the same for you...

 

"thank you." She wiped her watery eyes as she still looked at the ground

ooc this will get...emotional

 

"Don't mention it." Dom smiled sadly. "So... You've been here all this time?"

OOC- to say the least ;-;

 

ooc T-T

"Yeah. Mom and dad told us to wait so I've been."

 

"Mom and Dad... they're not comming... Ever..."

 

"but...they have to... They said that they will..." she sat back down trying to process evrything

 

rexejon took his guitar and started to play on it

 

She still sat on the couch. "Well...at least you're with me"

 

"Yeah." she nodded in agreement

 

She got up and went ovet to her "Thank you for coming bacl"

 

"I had to do it sooner or later..."

 

She smiled and hugged her "guess I'm the little sister now"

 

His fingers gently moving through her soft silky hair, Axel was suddenly reminded of Zexion's departing words. She won't wait forever. Larxene lay on the bed comfortably, eyes closed, not seeming to mind at all that he was so close to her. Was Zexion's hypothetical theory correct? If it was, then did she really nourish some sort of 'feelings' for him?
Relaxed, quiet and angelic, her form delicately lay near him, under his arm, so, so near his beating heart. If he could, he'd then take her into his arms, tightly, so in love, never letting go. All the time he denied his love for her was truly realized and revealed when he'd found her unconscious on the snow by that lake, bleeding and dying. It was as if his soul had been taken and torn apart into a million pieces. Though for only a brief moment, he really did think he'd lost her. He'd panicked as her cold body, sending shivers down his spine. He'd momentarily lost his sense of what to do, what to think. A fear had filled him, a world without her... a world not worth living in. It was then and there that he'd realized his affection for her, his tender and sweet love for her. A secret which he kept entombed in the deepest darkness. He understood why he'd always looked forward to a day, to talk to her— even if it led to a fight each and every time. He understood why Zexion's words had such a strong affect on him. It was her, she, Larxene that he loved so much. Unconsciously, he'd allowed her to make a place for herself in his 'heart' which was now irreplaceable.
All the time he drifted through his thoughts, Larxene had been looking at him, softly, discreetly, her eyes longing for something... and then she spoke. He laughed a lonesome laugh before placing a finger on her rosy lips.
“Shhh...†He shushed her. “Don't try to speak.â€
He admitted that she was right, life was a short one. It often is not lived to its full potential, wholly and completely. Especially if one was a nobody like he and Larxene. A half-lived life, no matter how hard they pretend, it still and always will be a half-lived life. A sad truth, but it still will not stand in the way of him from living each day.
“Carpe Diem.†He said, pausing for a moment, then quoting a simple line from a poem. “ 'That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst. Times still succeed the former.'*** â€
He looked at her fondly before speaking once again.
“Life throws at you many things, and often you'll stumble across a special someone... but it up to you to choose what, or whom you wish to embrace.â€
She didn't say anything, continued to lie there in silence, eyes closed once more as if she'd fallen asleep. Her silent expression held so much emotion, it was hard to believe she was truly a nobody, a being who can only pretend to have feelings. He craved for her, her trembling lips, her grieving eyes, softly quivering, and so gently wet under her eyelids. Her skin so pale under the glow of the moonlight, the tiny specks of tears glistening like miniature diamond dust under her eyes. He felt and agonizing desire to kiss them dry. Each breath she took caressed him, leaving him wanting for more. Her tender face, the look of an angel fallen from grace. O how he wanted her! He wanted it all.... all of her, her body, her mind, her soul. He couldn't, he didn't understand how he'd held back this dangerous lust for such a long time. Now that he was so close to her, the lust in him bubbled, his desire to have her overwhelmed him. Hold her, touch her, caress her... the complete sin of making love to her... he craved it. His lips trembling, face tensed, eyes fixed on her face, his heart palpitating in such rapid speed. He'd become a hopeless slave to this love.


OOC: Gotta cite my sources. XD I blame my english teacher.
*** TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME. (3rd stanza)
by Robert Herrick

 

OOC: ZOMG! *adds quote to list of quotes* :registro5B15D: When I see a quote that's deep and inspiring, I save it.

Larxene remained silent when his finger brush her lips gently to stop her from talking, though she wasn't going to really say anything else in case she lost her voice for a while. Either way, she didn't mind his finger at all, and stayed with her eyes closed, simply hearing his raspy and strong voice talk to her...which she liked as well. Was there anything she didn't like about this man? She loved his hair, the way it's spiked, his luscious lips, his bright and gorgeous green eyes, his skin, his figure, his tattoos, his face, his smile, his everything...and somehow if they ever reached farther in some wordly dream, to the point of them becoming one in body, it still wouldn't be enough. Once Axel finished with his words however, it left a even bigger mark than the one Zexion left, because now, this whole choosing and moving on was coming from him as well, and now she had to think if she was ready. It was hard...sometimes she really couldn't, but she was willing to try...as she was doing now, keeping this moment to herself without no holding back nor hesitancy. This would probably never happen again, and she might as well make it special while it lasts.

Life throws at you many things, and often you'll stumble across a special someone... but it up to you to choose what, or whom you wish to embrace .

But it was true, what he said, she knew it was true, the problem was...acting on embracing that special person, the one beside her...Axel could be different than the rest, he is so far, and she'd known him for a few years. So where was the doubt coming from? Hmm, carpe diem...she was going to live tonight to its fullest...now if only she could move a muscle, that would've worked better...she even would have surrendered her body to him tonight...would've slept with him, though not fully with him taking over (she was the one who will be dominant in the end). She didn't care how much of a step up that was. Not tonight. Feeling his eyes piercing at her, almost in a thoughtful gaze, she could sense, Larxene wondered what he was now thinking about, as he suddenly turned silent. Sprinkling her wet eyes open a little, she saw him stare at her deeply, almost...she didn't now what, but there was something in the expression that she couldn't understand. She fell the welled up tears fall to the side of her eyelids (due to her position), and she guessed her shut eyes was what was holding them back. Despite this, putting a bit of energy to her right arm, she raised a shaky hand to meet his cheek, cupping it with her palm, only to give him a devious, but innocent look, a bit of herself getting back. Preparing to speak again, she also breathed out, low as ever, "Come lay in bed with me."

Her eyes shifted to the empty space on the other side of the mattress to make him see what she meant, untouched and ready for him to be there resting...or at least she wanted him to be there. God, she wondered if she would have already given up if she had a heart...given herself up to him long ago, or would it have made her more unsure? Yet...he needed his warmth, his body...she needed the type of guy that girls would see themselves with for the rest of their life, Nobody or not, and never get tired of him...and as her eyes swirled back to Axel...in her mind she wistfully told him...

I love you.