Love in the Snow

He laughed, "Yes. So about that snowboarding"

 

"Of course, let's get going. Better get the boards and stuff."

 

"Right." He said walking forward

 

The touch of the water was cold to his fingers as it sloshed against the sides of the pool. He breathed in slowly, letting go of everything that had taken place. His face had no expression, he simply stared at the reflecting water blankly, his bright green eyes staring into space. Nothing... nothing mattered. His ignorance of his feelings for Larxene was bliss. Some vacation this was.
Just when he'd thought that all his dreary thought had left him, the form of Zexion solidified in front of him. Without moving any part of his body, and his head turned towards the mesmeric movements of the flowing water, he simply traced his eyes on the man standing in front of him, arms crossed as always. He seemed to calm, but the frustration was clear in his eyes. Before Axel could even utter a single word, he rapidly spoke, spitting his mild insults at him for leaving Larxene.
At first Axel didn't wish to answer any of his demanding questions. Then considering that he did wish to be left alone, the best thing he can to right now is answer him and get him to leave him alone. There was just something dreadfully wrong with this day, not a single moment of peace.
“Stupidity?†He spoke still without making any movements. “STUPIDITY?? Yes, it was MY stupidity to be lured into believing your words.â€
He splashed at the water, turning his head looking at the schemer. “Your little 'hypothetical' interpretation of Larxene's feeling was a failure!"
He narrowed his eyes as he continued to look at Zexion, finally slamming his fist on the lounge chair.
“I was a complete fool to have even believe that she held feeling for me, when she clearly DIDN'T.†Rubbing his face with his wet hands, he whispered, “I made a fool of myself... nothing new there.â€
He sat up straight folding his arms, giving him a bitter look. He then turned away to stare at the mesmerizing water, thinking of how she'd answered to the Assassin's call, even when she'd clearly heard him lying to the man about her whereabouts. Why would she do that if she held feeling for him? It was crystal clear to him that she was tiring of his company, and the tender moment was nothing more than a game to her, like it had always been.
“She called to him...†he spoke softly. “She responded to his call even when she knew I wanted it to be us.â€
He put his head between his legs attempting to completely avoid him and his badgering questions.
“I didn't abandon her, I merely gave her what she wanted, and I've gotten my answer from it.†His eyes were getting moist again. “And I've given you what you wanted... now leave me alone before I burn you or something, Zexion. Just LEAVE.â

 

"You're a fool among fools, Axel..." was all Zexion trailed off, sighing tiredly, knowing now that it was just a misunderstanding by what he was explaining. He simply studied the man deeply as he moved and yelled out his frustrations. Perhaps, to a outsider like him who could think rationally, it would make sense that there might be a chance Axel got the wrong impression, but to the redhead himself, that type of realization was nonexistant. Not moving from his posture, he continued, not caring or otherwise, not fazed by the other male's attitude and words, "I would merely say what needs to be said, and leave you alone to your thoughts, which might be in turmoil after this. You tell me she answered to his call, but how are you so positive that itwas the reason why? Did she say so? Or, hmm, let me guess....you simply hatched that conclusion by yourself? Think, Axel. Do you really believe Marluxia would've left you alone, when he obviously, and I'm not sure if you were aware, likes her, and wouldn't want her to be with you on any circumstances? We know him, he will keep pushing, and if anything, he might've portalled himself in if he had the nerve, which he does. There weren't many choices left, and he already made it apparent that he suspected Larxene was in there considering he 'called' her, and she asnwered. It was either talk to him, or let him barge. Of course, I don't know the situation, but from my 'scen't, and what you've described, this is the solution I hypothesize."

Finishing this part, he placed the fingers on his chin down, along with his hand, as he gazed hard at the male before him, almost in disappointment. "That was just miscommunication, Axel, and you let it cloud your senses, without pausing to think that it might be another reason completely. You're a fool because you abandoned her with another man, you practically gave her away, not to mention, to one who's after her. And I wasn't going to mention it...but it seems I need to find a way through to you. I 'smelled' Larxene earlier, in Marluxia's arms, but not in joy or love, but in pain, and hurt. She's broken, Axel, I wouldn't be surprised if she was crying either, as she's been doing that lately, moreso because of you. In fact, the agony was so strong that I even had to turn away from it, and focus on something else. Plainly, when you walked away, you showed her that you don't really need her, or really didn't have feelings for her, as well as placed her in Marluxia's hands, where he could easily take advantange from the emotional state Larxene is in now. All I can say, is that I can't even think of a way to fix this, and don't be surprised when she doesn't talk or pay any attention to you, or even give you stares of hate. You owed it to yourself. Placing it in Layman's terms, you screwed up your chance. I gave it to you freely when I opened a portal to the woods, and let her decide to come after you. Yes, her decision, told her that if she wasn't sure, to at least make up for overreacting earlier with the cookie chaos, and apparently, she did. But now, I guess it all worked for nothing. My 'hypothetical' interpretation of Larxene's feelings was not a failure. The only one who failed here is you."

With one last glance to him, done with his speech, black tendrils and a dark sphere surrounded him, before he disappeared from Axel's sight, not needing to say anything else on the matter, and letting the redhead have his privacy. He didn't need to waste more of his time. However, when he transported to the place he directed himself to, he was now standing in Axel's room, hearing Larxene's sobs, and seeing Marluxia there with her on the bed. Just because Axel damned himself, didn't mean he would let the graceful scythe wielder take his own convenience.

OOC: I'll skip Larxene and Marluxia for now :D.

 

He waited for her at the counter

 

Holy goshawoogy you are such a good writer!Make a book!

Clay decided to stop doing his work for a while until he stops interrupting people, and decided it was best to past the time snowboarding. He unlocked the janitors closet, dropped off all his work tools and walked to the front desk, getting his coat, hat, and boots. He pushed the rolling doors and walked out across the snow, his breath coming out like puffs of snow. He played with his breath, until he got to the skiing and snowboarding equipment, grabbed his goggles and snowboard, and saw two people also getting ready to snowboard.
"Hey." Clay said, stopping the two people. "Wanna snowboard together?"

 

Devon was back in her favourite spot, the cafe. Drinking her hot chocolate, she felt guilty for holding the card. Some one would be looking for it, and finding the one person holding the card in a hotel full of people was pretty bad odds. She wondered if she should hand it in.

haha she wont

 

OOC: arg.. no me gusta las partidos... no tengo tiempo libre para me. T_T but thinking of parties... I think the resort should hold a party... oh! oh!! A Winter Masquerade Ball. That would be pretty awesome. RA, is that ok with you?



Shut the door and lock it. That's what he did, he simply closed up his as the Cloaked Schemer stood before him, taunting him, insulting him, and his 'stupidity'. Axel simply sat there attempting to shut out each and every word that flowed out of the man's mouth. However, the words that did break through to his frail barrier and to his ears pierced through him, like a sharp knife stabbing him and wounding him deeply in his soul. Yet, through it all, he didn't speak, he let Zexion continue on with his speech.
Axel's eyes never left the moving water. His fingers crossed between his two hands, and resting his chin on them, he simply continued his gaze into nothingness. He didn't even realized when Zexion had taken his leave, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The faint sound of each and every word Zexion had spoken still echoed around the room, gently mingling with the sounds of the softly moving water at his feet. They were ringing in his ear like an annoying little tune that wouldn't go away. The night itself had reached its climax, midnight, the moon continued to shine in through the frosted windows and ever so gently fell on his feet and the water.
A minute drop, splash, and a ripple. The salty droplet disappeared and was lost within the waters of even before it touched. A misunderstanding? Such a simple thing as a misunderstanding? Though there was validity in Zexion's words, it didn't seem quite that simple at that moment. Some things are easier said than done. Axel's eyes now gazed out the window. Her decision? She'd come after him in the woods on her own? Another minute drop, splash, and a ripple...
Tears... tears... her tears... Broken? Abandoned? No.
He still loved her, her loved her immensely. If he could sacrifice himself for the heart they long for, he would... he would present her with that heart and disappear knowing that she'd found what she was longing for. Had he failed? He'd given her away? A small broken laugh echoed throughout the room. How could he have abandoned her when she wasn't his to claim in the first place?
“Zexion, had I—” He'd began as he looked around to finally realized that the Schemer had left him long ago. Staring into the empty space, he smiled a bitter smile only to gaze back at his own reflection on the silvery lighted water. The echoing words of Zexion still ringing in his ears. He covered his ears as if that action would stop the ringing.
“No... no... no....” he whispered. As he stared at his reflection, a simple image of Larxene materialized behind him, softly smiling, like he'd always seen her do from afar. She stared back at him with those blue eyes he loved so much. The more he looked at her, the more he realized it. He can never look at her the same way ever again. This love... this feeling... it must be suppressed... at least for her own good. As the thought came, the image of Larxene was erased by a slight disturbance in the still water.... A minute drop, splash, and a ripple....


OOC: ANF... come to me. =] I am waiting to find my Key Card yo!

Thanks Soranspartanti, though I'm not the only good writer here. =] As for the book, lol... as much as I'd like to, but no. =]

 

ooc oooo I would like that. Go ahead and set it up for me will ya?

Demyx sighed as he waited then someone talked to him "Hmm it's up to her."

 

OOC: *gasp* A Winter Masquerade Ball is a awesome idea! Good thinking there.

Marluxia had heard the swoosh behind him, and expecting it to be Axel, he turned his head sharply around, though was naturally surprise to find Zexion there instead. Staring at the Cloaked Schemer confused for a moment, he looked back down at Larxene, whom he felt moved her head, and was now aware of Zexion's presence as well, though her face was less than pleased, and even angry. Not getting the tension, and basically not sure just what was happening in all this, his eyes rounded on Zexion in finality, hating the fact that he was disrupting what might be his chance of finally getting her to look his way. "Is there something you need, Zexion?"

"Yes, actually," the Cloaked Schemer answered quickly, staring at Larxene's now red, blotchy eyes, which at first looked at him upset, but then they turned blank and empty, in a flash of a second. It was almost hard to watch, considering how the old Larxene was just hours ago. Knowing he was perhaps treading dangerous grounds with her, he needed the time to speak. "Look, I know you might be annoyed that I'm somehow interfering with your moment here, however, I need to talk to Larxene for awhile. Is important. I need her to understand what happened...I can help." He gave a expression to the blonde, telling her with his eyes to just give him a few minutes to explain.

Larxene didn't know what to think anymore. When she saw Zexion in here, a small flicker of rage had arisen just for a second, until it completely vanished, getting overwhelmed too much by the bigger heartbreak she was dealing with now. While she wanted to die before, she already felt dead the more and more the agonizing thoughts kept swirling in her mind about not being loved, making her empty, numb...and all she could sense that was overcoming her was the distress, all falling back on Axel, that b*****d. Her vision was blurry, her eyes stung, the tears were not willing to stop, which she had to forcefully halt, not wanting to look more pathetic in front of Zexion. It was like someone ripped out her nonexistant heart, stepped on it, draped it in oil, and burned it in flames without any remorse, and it hurt...truly hurt like no other, especially as she opened her feelings once more, despite knowing better, to a person she thought might actually feel something for her...only to turn out naught, and be the same as everyone else. She was useless, and nothing but a mere shell that only lived to suffer and suffer...when was the last time she really smiled? Back in her past life? It was always so dark...and it didn't stop until a Heartless finally took all the turmoil away with one swipe, just after she saw her little sister, the only reason she hadn't killed herself by then, die at gunpoint. She didn't even care or gave a damn about anything, she didn't care what Zexion had to say, nothing mattered right now, and neither did she. She was a Nobody...to the very depth of its meaning. She just needed to go away, leave everyone alone. There was nothing left for her...and maybe, there never really was. She was such a idiot...such a idiot...what would anyone see in her? Nothing has changed.

She wanted to catch a break from Marluxia, as this wasn't the one whose arms she had desired to be in. Actually, a break from everyone would do, and Zexion would not rest until he had to say more lies and lies that drove her into thinking that someone in this damned universe somewhere might love her, only to turn out that it was never the case, and entrusted everything into another failed attempt. For now, she needed to get rid of anyone, and this was the chance to get Marluxia off her case. Larxene didn't want his comfort. She didn't want his warmth. Even with the fact that what happened tonight with Axel was a illusion in her head, everything about it still lingered in the skin that he touched, and...she wanted to rip it out, make it go away. So when Marluxia was about to protest, she grabbed his drawstrings, making her twitch a little at the shudder of pain it sent through her arm, but she gazed at him hard. His eyes seemed unsure, but she didn't yield, and in the end, he sighed in defeat.

"Fine...just because you wish it," Marluxia murmured to both Larxene and Zexion, placing the girl in his arms back to lay down on the mattress softly, where her head weakly rested on the pillow, her face paled and drained with tear streaks, her hair free all over the place...and it reminded him of a sad little girl being put to bed because she had to, yet was still mortified at what she was depressed about. He still couldn't grasp the Larxene he was seeing, but giving her a tender expression, he got up as he ran a finger through her loose, silky hair, standing to his feet. It didn't have any affect on her, as she just blankly stared at a wall. His face went to check on Zexion's after a last glance to the female, sending him a serious and uncertain aura, but with a warning glaze in his eyes, he merely gave a firm nod, and reluctantly began to portal out, back to the lobby. This was something beyond his comprehension at the moment, and maybe Zexion could help her, as he seemed to know what was wrong.

 

ooc I like it...Demi?

"You know what...I'll be right back." He said and went to his room to change

 

OOC- Sounds awesome. Shame I most likely won't be around for it.

"See ya Dem." Chrys smiled, waving slightly as he passed.

 

ooc yeah....Too bad to

He came back dressed in a light blue hoodie and baggy blue jeans soon and didn't see that kid from before. "So ready to go snowboarding?"

 

OOC- D:

"Let's get going Dem."

 

ooc Dx

want to make them snowboard when you get back?

 

OOC- Yeah, prob'ley best.

 

ooc okay then. I'll wait just for you

 

OOC- You can send him off you know, don't bother about tying him up for two weeks.

 

ooc I know...He'll go annoy Sexy Zexy for you

Demyx saw Marluxia in the lobby and he looked stressed so Demyx went up to him after making plans to snowboard later. "Hi Marly." He said walking up to him with a small smile

ooc I added another person for two reasons

One) I need a reason for the resort to throw the ball

Two) I will get bored on this rp without Demi

Her profile is on the first post

Lynn sat in the back of the limo as it drove to the rather big resort. It almost time for the ball again and she had to get there early to help get it ready. She sighed as she stared out of the tinted window which was closed. It took a while but she soon arrived at the resort. The driver got out and opened the door for her. Today she wore a simple purple, loose fitting dress unlike the one she would wear for the ball. She went inside and the people who worked there welcomed her kindly. After they made arrgement the went into the lobby and sat on in an empty chair and drank hot chocolate while the workers posted the posters for the ball