Love in the Snow

"Well...uh..I'm Sharix. who are you?"

 

"Devon", she replied smiling

 

When he responded, Larxene stayed quiet for a while, his stroking of her waist somehow calming, but there was no way to hide the fact that she was anxious, nervous, and...scared. Weird enough, so far in her Nobody life, she had never been scared, but the fact of what she was going to admit to him made something hard get stuck in her throat, and sending her nerves jittering as well. Clutching his shirt in her fist from the hand that was attatched to her arm around him, she tried to take in a deep breath. She knew it was one step at a time, and she had made that step, but now this was a big jump, yet she somehow found a bit more strength because of the way he was touching her and his words. But she still wasn't certain, or ready. Her grip tightening, she continued, knowing she couldn't accomplish more than a rasp as she spoke, "I...I..."

Her eyes shifted downward from his face to see her black PJs just under the sheets, scared of what his expression will show if she told him. Even if....hold up. Narrowing her eyes as she went back, her eyes studied what she was wearing...black PJs, made out of nice, smooth silk. Yet, those weren't hers. Her eyes growing at this new phenomenon, she eyed her arm, where there was a black sleeve...and she was thrown out of her train of thought for a moment. How did she not notice that she wasn't in her Organization garb anymore? Was she that wrapped up in her contemplations? And how did she get it on anyway, she remembered well that she knocked out with her trench coat and black under clothes on. Then Axel took care... care...

A bubble, a tiny bubble with a mixture of anger and irritation now popped up in her stomach as her previous thoughts of love vanished, obviously, putting two and two together. He didn't. Gritting her teeth, she snapped her eyes back up to him with a deadly glare, and if she had th energy and strength to summon lightning, or actually be able to slap his arm, or push him away, hurt him, she would've. Though since the hard and treacherous fall had rendered her almost motionless, she simply concentrated on where her hand was, and pinched him as she grabbed his skin. HARD. As he hissed, knowing that her voice was useless, the best she could do was raise her voice to the level of how she normally spoke. "I...I can't believe you took my clothes off. You saw everything, didn't you, damn pervert? How could you do that?!"

She could have said more few chocie words, but she gave out a few coughs again from straining her chords. Larxene couldn't believe he invaded her privacy, and here she was, trusting him and about to say it. There's alway something you found out later with men, and with Axel, this was it.

 

''damnit where the hell is that piece of paper'' said rexejon and started to walk around and look for the paper

 

Even after he answered to her call, she remained silent. He didn't bother with her silence, for if there was something she needed to say, she would then say it, and if she decided to keep it to herself, she can... it was her own free will. He continued to gaze at the ceiling, a part of him wanting to know the reason for her call, and the other still in the world of thoughts; why had she come after him?

His fingers continued to graze her waist gently, almost sensually. He felt her body tense, her hand clutching his shirt. His eyes moved from the ceiling to her. She was trying to speak, trying to say something that was stuck in her throat and she didn't seem to have the courage to say it. Stammering, her hands became even more tensed, clutching and pulling at his shirt, shaking softly. She looked at him, eyes nervous, quivering in fear and uncertainty. He somehow knew what she wanted to say... Or perhaps it was him hoping that it was that what she wanted to say, so he waited. He waited for the three words that he longed to tell her and yearned to hear from her. Three simple words that never really came.

What did come was definitely not what he expected, pain. A sharp twisted pain, both physically and psychologically.

“Ahh!” he yelped twitching as he felt her fingernails pinch his skin, almost piercing through. This was not what he wanted. His face changed its expression quickly, from a gentle relaxed and loving expression to a more confused and irritated look.

“What the hell?!”

He strained to pick up his head off the pillow to look at the now clearly disturbed and angry face of Larxene. What was she so mad about? Just a moment ago she seemed to be cuddling to up him, only so she can hurt him like that? She narrowed her eyes dangerously, giving him an evil glare before hissing something at him. His eyes widened at her words... Her anger was then perhaps justified.

“Oh...” he mumbled. He'd forgotten about the PJ's. Crap... he thought. He was going to get it now. The soft and tender moment is definitely gone... time to be bickering again. He sighed loudly plopping his head back on the pillow. He saw this coming when he first undressed her anyway, but he didn't want for it to come between them at such a delicate moment.

“Look Larxene... I did not have a choice.” He began. True. The only reason he did what he did was so she would be safe. So what if he'd saved her in the woods and then tended to her wounds only to leave her in her wet damp clothes so can catch some virus and die? He had a good reason... yet he did not speak. He averted his fearful eyes, looking back at the ceiling, avoiding her gaze as he spoke. She hadn't moved from his arms, and neither did he remove his embrace from her delicate body. “Call me what you want Larxene... but I did not violate you in any way.”

He turned his head toward the slightly opened window to gaze outside. His eyes trembling for some reason. He knew it... the tender moment is not coming back, even if she still lay in his arms. The pinch she'd given was an equivalent to a slap. Maybe he deserved it. It didn't bother him on the fact that she was angry at him for invading her privacy. If there was another slap coming, he probably deserved that as well. What did bother him was his disappointment of the whole situation. He was broken... the words which he really ached to hear... they'll not be coming. His eyes quivered in disappointment, which was only expressed through anger. No, not towards Larxene, but towards his own damn luck.

 

"Oh, nice name. So.." Sharix said, not really knowing how to start a conversation.

 

"Why didn't you have a choice?! Tell what reason is there. That's all you got to say, 'I had no choice'? And how much did you see?" Larxene kept questioning, her voice at the end leaving so that it sounded more like a silent wheeze. She was getting closer to being overwrought as she took back her arm, and slammed a fist in his chest, though not strong, or even hard. Just those movements were enough to instigate the aches in her body and to make her more tired, but she was angry. Did not violate her in any way? How the hell was she suppose to know if that was all he could damn offer? If she could, she felt like screaming and tearing her hair out because, the whole "I love you" had died on her lips, and she just became uncertain and doubtful all over again, the trust she had gained completely flying away out the window, especially with this situation. The pain she felt when she pinched him delighted her pleasurably, but it wasn't enough to show how disappointed she was.

She broke out of his embrace as she pushed herself off of him weakly, and as much pain as it gave her, she turned her body around so her back was in front of him, not wanting to be attached to him right now. Her hand shakily, with not much strength, checked her shoulder, wanting to see if her bra strap was there, and thankfully it was. So she checked her top all over, to see if something was suspiciously misplaced. Apparently nothing, so that was kind of relieving for her, but you could never know. She shut her eyes hard this time, biting her lip, and grazing her teeth, her body tensed about how this whole mood was now ruined. God, she just wanted to kick him, kick herself, and electrify everything around this room, that's how much pressure and frustration she was feeling right now. So close too, yet the words weren't going to come any longer. Stupid. If she had the power to move and leave, she would've done so, but the fact is, she was stuck in bed for a while with him, despite asking him to come lay with her. The least she could've done is explained himself better than he did, yet she wasn't positive if he was lying or not. All men had no problem violating. And all she could think about was how he saw her whole body in its natural form without anything covering it, except underwear that hid the important and private assets. She had to remind herself it was jus like wearing a bikini or something, but she did not know if it was taken off or not.

Her aquatic eyes glared at the moon from outside as they opened, frowned at the snowflakes flowing slowly down to the ground, and hated the rustle of trees and wind outside, and didn't like the moonlight that came from the glass of the window. She dug her face into her pillow, finding tears in her eyes again, because they just never stop no matter how much she wanted them to. She needed some type of release at this moment for what was ruined, but she was not a cry baby, and wouldn't let herself become one. So she sucked it up, and made them go away.

 

His eyes did not leave the window as Larxene continued to question him. When he remained silent, not answering her question, she slammed her tightly clenched fist on his chest in frustration and anger. Larxene did not waste any moment before breaking away from his embrace. Though she was still tired and hurt, she broke away with what was left of her strength, and Axel lay there still gazing out the window, letting her break away from him. He curled his lips in an attempt to keep his emotions hidden. He was hurt more than he'd anticipated by her actions, her words, and at her lack of trust in him. But he acknowledged his faults as well. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to give her a change of attires without her consent. He clenched his fists trying to keep his mouth shut from saying something foolish. She needed time, to cool down that is. She'd rolled away from his arms, her back facing him, crying into the pillow. Yes, he could tell she wept despite her hiding them from his gaze, trying to hide them from herself. He stared at her as she buried her face in the pillow, he didn't touch her, nor did he comfort her, he didn't dare. As she lay, she checked her shoulders, and examined her shirt, he knew what she was looking for.
“I did not see anything.†He mumbled. “Believe it or not, it's your choice.â€
The answer was simple, to the questions she'd asked, but for the strangest reasons, it did not come to him. He once again slipped into silence, as she too now gazed out the window at the falling snow. Perhaps there cannot be any sort of relation between them, he thought. The love he felt for her will not expressed, the words he wanted her to hear will not reach her ears, the feelings he nourished for so long will be abandoned in the dark and slowly, in time it will wither away into nothingness. He closed his eyes, narrowing them, trying to get these depressing thoughts out of his head. He slammed a fist on the bed, sitting up, putting his feet on the floor. He will not let those feelings disappear... not now, not ever.
“I did not lay one finger on you body.†he said softly, slightly turning towards her trembling figure. “I'm not the kind of man who would take advantage of an unconscious woman, Larxene.â€
Turning back he stood up and walked away from the bed, from her.
“And as to why I'd undressed you... you were already dying from the cold and the accident... your attires wet, and dampened. If you were in them any longer, you'd have died anyway from the cold, even if I warmed the room... even if I tended to your wounds. I did not have a choice.â€
He had nothing else to say. Wether she believed him or not, it was up to her., but he'd said everything clearly and completely, the honest truth. He knew he should leave the room, leaving her to her thoughts, but he didn't, for her sake. She still needed someone to be here, to tend to her needs, so he didn't leave. He simply walked to the small coffee table and filled a glass of water, taking a pill from the first aid kit. He then walked to the small table located by the bed, quietly placing them there, avoiding her eyes. Then turning, he closed the window and pulled the curtains, darkening the room once more. He could still see the vague figure of Larxene laying at his bed.
“Rest for now. You're still weak.â€
Axel slumped down the wall, sitting by the window. He was hurt. He still longed to tell her his feelings for her. The night seemed perfect, but his previously inane actions had halted everything. But what could he have done? Should he have thought more about her feelings before undressing her? Obviously not, or else her life could've fluttered out the window. He thought about the whole situation from her point of view.
“Stupid.†He thought burying his face in his hands. He deserved to be slapped.

 

She simply listened to him speak the whole time, her eyes only carefully looking at his own eyes sometimes without his notice when she took them away from the window, to see the truth as he was speaking it. However, when he was done, she simply buried her face in the pillow again, this time, in thought, frowning. Larxene felt him slip away from the bed, leaving her back cold to the air...and she somehow wished to call him, tell him to stay. His words were swirling around her head now, and the explanation sounded reasonable, and she did somewhat believe that he wasn't the type to do that to a woman, no matter how much of a wildcard he was...she just wished he said that earlier, and perhaps she wouldn't be so mad. Not that she was anymore, the anger was starting to calm down as she was offered a correct reason as to why he undressed her. Still, the thought of him seeing her in her underwear was something else entirely. It was awkward, considering how she felt about him, and something, in the very deep back of her mind pondered what he thought of her body. She'd gotten many compliments on it from guys and all, but she was...insecure about herself a lot, a few times. Either way, the point was, her previous clothes were damp, and Axel wanted to simply make sure she didn't catch some type of pneumonia, and he was right on that account. Was it the truth or a excuse?

The truth.

She could tell, his tone, his movements, she could figure them all.

Larxene heard him close the blinds, the moonlight fully leaving again, and leaving them as the room became wrapped in darkness. She tried to get use to the new dimness of the place, though since he was by the window, and some of the light passed through the edges, she could see his form slip down the wall, and her stomach clenched uncomfortably. From guilt? Maybe she was too hard on him? Overreacted? The feeling only heightened when he told her to keep resting because she was still weak, and her orbs quivered, kind of touched by his actions. He still cared even after her harsh words and all. Axel...how did a love for him came to be? She was attracted to him at first, with his witty words, cocky smirk, attitude, and his good looks, but what took her into this point so much where it changed her into a completely different emotional person when she was with him? Cursing herself and her stupid acts to destroy the small moment they had, she tried to speak to him, but found her voice completely out of it, just some of those times where you can't barely talk without your throat itching, and your vocals gone. "Axel...come here..."

It was useless though, her voice was hardly above a whisper, and she knew it could barely be heard by him. Nevertheless, before she could think of what to do next, a knock on the door was heard, making her surprised, though she felt something fall inside her. No...she didn't want anyone here.

 

i just noticed that larxene has become a fan girl

"...So when did you arrive?", she asked breaking Sharix's stuttering

 

"oh..um..a few days ago..how about you?" Sharix asked.

 

"Yesterday", she answered smiling

 

OCC: wait...I remember entering the same time you did...i think..it's only been 1 day...?! woopz...

"Oh cool." Sharix said.

 

lol haha bad timing literally

She had to ask, "Did you lose a key card?", she said biting her lip, she had this new feeling that keeping it may be stealing

 

OCC: lolz, yeah...:P

"um..actually yeah..kind of.." Sharix said rubbing the back of her neck. "That's why I don't really lock my door anymore, must have just misplaced it. Usually happens when I'm alone..hehe.." she said smiling.

 

lol its not yours just to let you know its axels XDD - and im still not losing it

"Umm well I found one we could try it out", she offered

 

Can I join?!Pretty pleaze!?
Played by: Soranspartanti
Name: Clay Austin
age:18
gender:boy
powers: Luck
bio: This boy needed a job so he decided to work at a snow resort...this place...hrmm..also, hes a good snowboarder so he decided that was another bonus! When he was born he was gifted with luck...and now he is awesome at gambling.
Appearance: When cleaning: The uniform for the cleaning people, white shirt, black pants, sneakers, and a mop with a big cartload of whatever he uses to clean with.
Anything else: Is whatever he puts on.
So can I join?

 

just post mate.. they'll let you in

 

Ok.
Clay was washing the floor with the mop, looking out to the snow.
Cmon. Just a little bit of finishing.....or I can gamble.Hmm.

 

Devon grabbed Sharix's arm and led her to her room, where she grabed the key card.. they went to Sharix's room to see if it would work... but it failed, "Man who's is this?", she asked herself before pocketing again