Love in the Snow

hey twilight welcome back

Devon struggled to get back to the hotel through the hard snow but found her way in, she felt a bit dizzy from walking in that weather and started to sneeze, "Great", she muttered to herself as she realised she had a cold

 

OOC: This place is addicting (at least concerning the RP arena), so much, that is scary o.O. By the way, thanks for the welcome, ANF :).

My best friend has the Annual Pass, but I still had to pay T-T. Course, 15% off, but still...T-T. And you're lucky that you get to go any time, I told A I was kind of jealous of that. It was truly fun though, I rode on everything, basically, though I didn't get to enjoy Universal Studios with most of the 3-D features (though I'd seen them all with my mom when we went there). My favorite, however, will forever be The Hulk. I went four times on it, super fun :D. I was laughing like a school girl on crack the whole time xP. And to think...I used to be terrified of roller coasters...

And darn it! D: I wanted the mood. If I would've known before about the lights, I would've pretend that they were turned off. Is that I never wrote Marluxia and Zexion going over to the switch as they just portalled, so I kept it. Darkness seem way more mystical...

Larxene had been emptily and blankly eyeing the wall, the bed, the room, the fire place, and anything else that wasn't much of interest, her eyes stinging enough to feel the sleep on them, but it was just too uncomfortable to be able to rest soundly. If only she could get up and turned the lights off, but she knew she was useless on that aspect. Maybe...maybe just a tiny spark of electricity from her would do it, if she could manage to concentrate it on the light bulb and had the energy enough to do so. For her lowering sanity, it was worth a shot. Yet, before she could try to charge up in any way possible, she froze as her ears picked up footsteps in front of her door, the sound of a male's voice muttering to himself reverting inside the room, pacing back and forth, his shadow apparent from the light of the hall and under the door's gap. For some reason...it sounded somewhat nostalgic, though she was more alert on the fact that somebody was on her door, at this hour. Larxene would've called it a passerby, but then the handle rattled to throw away that notion.

Something gripped her tightly in her stomach and lungs, more so because of the fact that she was connecting the type of voice this man had to a very well known person to her, and she widened her eyes in shock when the door was opening, the mere sight of it bringing some life on her dead brain to start working its gears enough to the problem at hand. How...? How could someone get in when no one had her key card except perhaps, Marluxia or Zexion...was it one of them? False hope, she knew, but...then...she didn't understand. What was happening? The thing that hit her like a ton of bricks though, and literally made her stop breathing, was when a familiar redheaded male stepped in, face first as handsome as ever, and it was a soundless blow was delivered to her whole body like a boulder smashing unto her ruthlessly, to the point that the her insides shook as she was thrown into a loop...of...of anxiousness? It was all...it was all coming back with just his presence, out of nowhere, including the the painful tug at her chest that made her shudder in anguish. Her trembling, glassy eyes shifted to hide under her pillow, as her fingers clenched around the fabric of the sheets. No...no, no, no...what was he doing here? What...? She didn't want to see him right now...she didn't want to see him at all...

What was she going to do now? Any thoughts were scattered, however, as he called out her name...her name coming from his lis and his voice uttering it, and it sent her on a small rush, and if it was any other time, she would've relished in it, only more soft, deep, husky, and in a breathless moan that only happened in her dreams. As her mind clicked though, she decided to try and pretend to be asleep...that could work somehow. However, she was positive he had noticed the reaction, no matter how small, so finding some type of strength lingering within her at the cage she was now in, a slight crackle above in the bulb was heard when her focus went deep, and soon, the lights turned off...making her let out the breaths she had been holding, though she did unleashed them slowly to not garner any suspicion. Yet, she had a feeling the act was pointless. Still, she could hide in the darkness.

But why...? How did he...?

OOC: That was more of a surprised "WTF" reaction xD.

 

yeah kind of like hwta we call the "Big 4", here in QLD, AUS theres dreamworld (home of aussie bb) movie world, sea world and mah person fave wet and wild water world.. we went to wet n wild for mah friends bday and we tried to get in for half price saying we were 12 but it failed so we hd to pay adult prices

She walked up the stairs to her extremely high up hotel room as the elevtors were still not working

 

Played By: overload
Name: rozardo
Age: 17
Gender: male
Powers: thunder and ice
Bio: found together with rexejon
Appearance:
Other: together with rexejon and wolvius are they a good team

Played By: overload
Name: wolvius
Age: 18
Gender: male
Powers: fire, ice and transformations (favorite transformation: wolf)
Bio: found together with rexejon and rozardo
Appearance:
Other: the same as by rozardo

BIC: '' finaly i found my papers, good the songs are still on it'' said rexejon and picked the papers up and walked back to the lobby

 

haha welcome overload havent spoken to you in forever

Devon tried to continue to walk up the one million steps that were ahead of her,but had to stop every floor. The cold from outside had really affected her in such a short time, her legs were wobbling, her eyes were turning red, and she kept bumping into walls. She couldn't stop sneezing also and had nearly fallen down the stairs a couple of times. She knew that she shouldn't continue, it was probably safer for her to fall asleep on the floor than to keep going up, but the thought of a nice warm bed beckoned her to keep going. She had made it up to the 10th floor when she had fallen to the floor, struggling to get back up, her cold had made her forget which floor she was on. Her arrogence kept her going, thinking that she would recognise the number while stupidly forgeting that her key card, with her number on it, was in her pocket. She had pulled herself up when she looked out the window as the snow had slowed down, "Now it's calm?", she said to herself angrily as she started to head for another set of stairs.

oh and fyi the lifts arn't working

 

OOC: yeah i know but i got to go again cause i'm on school now and the lesson is over again so seeya later

 

dam bye bye.

 

ooc I will add them now

 

OOC: :rofl: “Schoolgirl on crack.” :rofl: Good god woman. You nearly killed me with that last night. I was lmfao REALLY loudly last night.. er... morning, it was like 2 AM. But ironic part is that, that it pretty much describes me on an everyday basis. I'm always “high” on oxygen, and laugh like an idiot for no reason at all. xD
I'm obsessed with The Mummy Returns and Jurassic Falls. I have to go on them for about 5-6X every time I'm in US. But I eagerly wait for The Simpson's ride. I wonder what it is... but since my card expired, it's gonna be a while before I find out. =[ What is The Hulk? Is it an actual roller coaster?
And don't worry about the lights, hun. I can make it work in either case. But I must owe you credit for switching them off so smoothly in there. xD Very smooth. :D

ANF: Lulz. The best part is, that I can actually pass as a 12-year-old. All I gotta do is take off my lip piercing, tie my hair in a pigtail and wear one of my lil sis's shirt. Oh and maybe wipe some eyeliner off of my face... then BAM! I'll look like a freakin' 12-year-old. xD




“Larxene . . .”
Calling her name once more, Axel took another step towards her bed. The room was well illuminated, thus making any sort of movement under the covers would be detectable, and his eyes were fixated on the figure and form of her body under the covers like that of a preying hawk on the hunt. She yet hadn't responded to his calls, and it made him wonder if she was already aware of his presence in the room, or if she was already asleep.
There was not much movement coming from under the layers of sheets and covers, except for the slow and steady rhythmic movements produced by her heavy breathing. Was she asleep? She still hadn't responded to anything thus far, and it did make it seem like her consciousness was indeed not present here in reality, but in a world of dreams. Liking and biting his lips, he continued to stare in the direction of her figure. He was so sure to talk with her tonight, but now was unsure if he should disturb her sweet slumber, after all, she did in fact need the rest.
He stood in the middle of the room in silence, unsure of his next actions. The sounds of the winds crashing against the window and the howls of the distant wolves mingled with sweet melody of the rustling leaves outside. His shadow produced by the glow of the light fell gently next to her form, and he now stared at this ruefully, remembering how he'd thrown it all away. He pondered, should he wait . . . or perhaps leave? Was she really asleep? He was unsure. Deciding not to wake her, he sighed in his deepest regret. Maybe she had slipped from his grasp a long time ago, and now was only fooling himself. Maybe this was the last and only moment he'd have alone with just her. He'd leave and withdraw from her life after this . . . just a look, a last glimpse of her face.
Axel's steps took him closer to her bed, his misty and tender green eyes searched for hers, and his hands still paying with his fingers in anxiety and nervousness. As he took the step closer to her, the lights in the room flickered, and soon enough they fused, all at once, leaving them in the familiar darkness gently caressed by the moonlight escaping through the thin curtains. As the lights fused, his eyes immediately went to the lamp, then her, and he was sure he'd heard something coming from the bed. So, she was deliberately not responding to him, and by now it was quite obvious.
“Larxene . . .” he began. By the manner in which Zexion had so apathetically described Larxene, he half expected to receive a hostile reaction rather a silent one. He spoke softly, almost as if whispering, “ . . . no need to pretend. It won't get you anywhere, and I won't leave without having to talk to you.”
He paused, and a brief but a bitter silence once again fell between them as she still didn't reply, and he continued to stand in silence, at the foot of her bed, arms crossed, face delicate yet equally stern. “I came to talk to you about something . . . something important, to make clear a certain matter. Please Larxene, don't ignore me. This childish manner in which we've been acting has to stop. Can we not deal with this like adults?”

He waited. Even a small sound or a movement from her would mean a lot . . . at least that she was listening.


OOC: I'm afraid Axel sounds a little too formal no? O.o' Crap...

 

OOC: Formal indeed, lol xD.

As for the school girl on crack term, I use that to mostly describe the point of how much is the giggling and happy laughing that is getting out of hand xP. For example, "Larxene in her Data Battle reminds me of a school girl on crack. That, or she must be on a certain high." (I don't know if you've seen her battles, but while she kicks serious a**, she giggles...a lot :3). I have a picture that my best friend bought on Jurassic Falls...you know, the one where they catch your expressions? Usually, I hate boat rides like those, since I always feel like I'm going to fall off when it goes down, so in the picture, you see me holding on to the bars for dear life, head down to the side and all. And I look like I'm biting Andrea's brother's arm xDDD. I left it in Florida, so I'll probably scan it to show you when it gets send by mail. And yes, The Hulk is a roller coaster.

Thanks for the compliment for my smoothness, I just wanted the scenery dark :P.

The jig was up, but it didn't catch her by surprise. It was expected from her actions and what just occurred, but the gripping sensation that made her almost have palpations did not cease, and the more she heard his footsteps get closer, the more it squeezed, to the point where she was even beginning to feel heated. Closing her quivering eyes, she tried to will the pain and sorrow away, though it was useless with him being in here...so close, to remind her of the events from before and how it killed her. Clenching the pillow sheet more on her hand, she continued to ignore him, hoping he'll go away, along with the torment. She still didn't...no, couldn't comprehend how he got in, let alone have her key card...or did he even use one? This was so unexpected that her mind was scattered, and she felt water start to collect under her eyelids from the powerful affect. She can't face him.

However, when he had begun speaking, his words reminded her again of the minsunderstanding discussion with Zexion, but she knew it would not be the same...true or not. So tired and empty, and feeling so broken all this time, that it felt like that didn't matter anymore...so unimportant. Just hearing his voice fazed her greatly despite that, and all he asked of her was to listen. But could she? How...how would he explain what he'd done? Keeping her tears at bay, she didn't reply to him yet...and it kept to be that way for a while, not knowing...what to think, or what to decide. It was all too fast, too unpredictable. He had hurt her....hurt her hard, and he thought he could come in here and tell her to talk it out like adults? Bull. Cradling her body into a crouch like a bear cub to its mother, it sought comfort, which in turn sent her a sharp slash of agony through her bones, making hiss in a breath. She was moving too much...

The room remained silent as nobody spoke, the rough wind crashing and shaking the windows, the only noise penetrating throughout the otherwise high pressured, dark atmosphere. She shook her head slightly to herself, her lips frowning and water just dying to be freed, wondering when the nightmare will end, while hating that it even began, wishing that she could turn back time somehow. Shivering through a small, choked sob, Larxene focused on keeping her will intact to keep control of her tears, as well as her state, and didn't say anything yet to Axel, even as she opened her glazed orbs slowly. Her head wasn't completely under the cover, and she could only hide her face in the pillow she was holding. Another thought hit her right then though...something that she needed to know, after all...why was she taking this so hard? It wouldn't make a difference...wouldn't make a difference at all. Her trust was ruined, and so was her faith on being opened with anyone.

"Why..?"

It was small, meek, weak, and a hoarse croak, but what she had asked in her mind, came spoken outloud into the air. While she would've cursed herself for slipping, after the initial shock of him being here started to pass, it meant nothing....

 

rexejon sat in the lobby and played on his guitar

''he look we got here, it's our good buddy'' said rozardo when he came in

''hey rexejon long time no see'' said wolvius

''thanks for the money guys'' said rexejon

''man you're noticing is way better then before'' said rozardo

''that's our rexejon'' said wolvius

 

OOC: Recap anyone?

 

yeah.. I haven't been here for a long time.... same here recap..

 

O_O Er... you both have been out from the RP in different times... but let me uhh... try and summerize as much as I can for you, while at the same time attempt to be brief too O_O :

RECAP​

Most of the Characters are still just walking around, thus the story basically turned towards Larxene, Marluxia and Axel. These three have pretty much hogged the RP since no one else has been here. Well, both Axel and Larxene were in denial when it came to the fact that they liked each other. Larxene meets Axel in the café, and Axel and a couple fangirls there piss her off and goes to vent her anger on Zexion, who in turn comes around to see what the hell was going on. He questions Axel, suspecting that the two had feelings for each other and Axel denies everything and storms out into the snow. Zexion having found the obvious answer, went after Larxene and after having talked with her, urges her to fo after him, and she does. She follows Axel out into the woods, but was attacked by a moose, gets into an accident and loses her consciousness, and then Axel comes to save the day. He rescues her, and brings her back to his own room, and just when they were about declare their love for each other, Marluxia butts in. Having a slight misunderstanding, Axel leaves, leaving Larxene “heartbroken” and ALONE with Marluxia, who also had feelings for her. He comforts her while Zexion yells at Axel for being such a dumb@ss and then has a little talk with Larxene. Meanwhile Axel talked to this one girl in the lobby and Marluxia taunts him on the fact that he moved on from Larxene so quickly. Then I had the bright Idea of throwing a Masquerade Ball, and that brought in 2 OC's, REN & LYNN. Ren finds Larxene on the floor and take her back to her room, and calls the paramedics, and Marluxia and Zexion goes after Larxene, thinking she was being kidnaped. They meet Ren, and eventually takes Larxene back to her room, all the while Axel FINALLY realizes his mistakes and heads back. He meets with Zexion, who tells him to meet with Larxene once she is alone, so he does. Once Marluxia had left the room, Zexion delivers the Key Card to Larxene's room to Axel and he goes there to woo her back. That's all so far. I just pretty much summarized the ENTIRE RP for you two.
SO EXPECT A WINTER MASQUERADE BALL IN THE NEAR FUTURE.

*TwilightNight*​

Hun! I've having some serious writers block here!! O_O Omfg! I spent the entire night thinking... and all day today as well... and I've gotten NADA! Well, I'm going to go clean up the house, and I will ponder on it some more while I do. I honestly cannot come up with anything to clear up this misunderstanding, but have faith in me, I shall post tonight (within the next few hours)! My brain died on me. =O AGAIN. Darn it *smack*

 

Lynn was in her room writting rules for the ball


Demyx was totally out of the loop with Larxene and all and was kinda disappointed as he sat in the lobby with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand that he had hardly drank out of

 

OOC: It is fine, just fine xP. I need to catch up with my PMs, and what perfect time to do so when I have nothing to do for now anymore, especially on the Court thread?

 

OOC: First off, thank you for the patience. xD I will try and attempt to reduce the formality in Axel's speech. O.o'
The school girl on crack is understandable. My life almost revolves around it. xD I wait to see that photo, but I must say that your description of it only reminds me of . . . well, ME. Like I'd told you before, I'm a very short and tiny person thing, thus there's always an 80% chance that I WILL fly out of the boat when it falls, even when the bar is there. :sweatdrop: It's just that, I'm so tiny that when the people next to me take their seat, the bar only reaches down a certain point, and there's always a big ol' gap between my lap, stomach and bar. ALL my pictures include me holding onto that black bar. The first time I went on that ride, I attempted to put my hands up, and by the time the boat reached the bottom, I was half-way out of my seat, and I was only there at the end was because my nephew had noticed me flying out, and had a hold of me. O_O From then on, I made sure to hold onto that bar like it IS my life. xD I just wish I was a bit taller. *sigh*



Why? Axel's eyes shot up. He'd been staring at the floor the entire time she hadn't spoken a single word. Why she asks. He chuckled to himself and the tiny voice in his head screamed only one thing, “Because I love you, that's why!†The words came rushing up his throat, but remained there as he stared at her in silence, only looking, simply looking. Well that initially WAS why he'd come here tonight, so speak those words, but the words were only stuck in his throat, choking him, his tongue numb, unable to move. He didn't understand . . . he didn't understand why he so suddenly froze at the sound of her voice. It seemed like years since she was in his arms, and it seemed like years since she'd spoken to him. The tone of her voice seemed careless, and disturbed . . . annoyed. She didn't want him here. But he'd come here with a purpose, and he was not going to leave without prevailing his purpose.
She still didn't look at him though. She still hid her face under the covers and in between the pillow. She refused to look at him, and by and by he understood why. He was obviously at fault for that, and Zexion had mentioned her crying, which of course was very unlikely of her, but her reluctancy to reveal her face made him think other wise. He looked back at the floor again, shame filling in him, regret and dejection hitting him hard in his chest. No heart huh? It could've fooled him right about now. This sure as hell hurt. He bit his lips, and gulped back the choking feeling that lingered in his throat, he was once again speechless.
Why did it suddenly seem so hard to speak his mind? Why did her not looking at him hurt him so? Why was it that when he closed his eyes, only the face of this woman would come to be? His eyes moved rapidly along the floor, his mind searching and linking together the scattered words and thoughts in his mind. Looking back up, he raised an arm and reached out to her, “Laxene . . . I . . .â€
Once again, he was struck with nihility. Not a single word. What could he say to her? 'Sorry' had sailed the ship long ago, and what only remained was an empty platter with useless words. But he had to speak, for the sake of her, for him, and for if, and only IF something did verily exist for him her mind and 'heart'. He couldn't afford to lose her, no. It'd crush him more than anything. He clenched his fist in the air and brought his hand down, back to his side, once more averting his eyes away from her. He couldn't even manage to look at the woman without having to feel the ignominy of his acts.
“Forgive me . . .†He whispered. His eyes filled with sorrow and odium, and he once again looking out the window. He searched for that strength, that spark he'd found when he was in the lobby, which somehow seemed to be lost. Looking out the window, at the vague outline of the full moon, which was casting its moonbeams straight through the frail curtains, like an eerie silver light which was so willing to consume you whole, Axel lost himself even more, the words escaping him one at a time. He had to be blunt, there seemed to be no other alternatives to this.
“Tell me something, Larxene. Why did you ask me to lay with you? No, why had you come into the woods?†His eyes were still fixated on the moon, his hands trembled, his eyes quivered, lips curled . . . his entire being was being shaken from top to bottom. “ Was it all a game that you played? Was I just another toy among all your other ones? Tell me, Larxene. Did you ever love me? Did you ever love me the way I loved you?!â€
And here it was. He was not going to hold back anymore. He was tired of the games he played. Enough. He turned his gaze back on her, and this time, he walked across and came to her side. He gently knelt beside her bed and he spoke.

“I love you. I love your eyes.†He removed he covers from her face to look into her eyes. “Those eyes that shine like the universe in spring.â€

“I love your hair.†Tracing his fingers through her silken hair. “Those silken strands that wave in the wind.â€

“I love your lips.†His thumb now gently tracing her rosy lips. “I love the lips that leak the lonely sound of the breaths you breathe.â€

“I love your voice. I love that high, clear, pure voice of yours that echos in my mind . . . I love you . . . I really love you. I can't help loving everything about you.â€

He breathed heavily. The burden in his chest seemed to subdue. His eyes still looking unto hers. Good God . . .

What had he done?



OOC: The late and untimely drinking of tea definitely helped me. xD Well . . . now that I'm all hyped up on caffeine, there goes my sleep tonight. LOLZ And once again, I must cite my sources, the last few QUOTES (starting from I love you until the ...everything about you)comes for an episode of Kannazuki no Miko, it was just so beautiful, I couldn't help myself but to use it (though I did edit out A LOT of stuff). :D

 

OOC: Wow...... I'll just start tomorrow. g2g. Later.

 

OOC:....so you can fall off? T-T

Larxene had somehow managed to relax her nerves after the thought of the meaningless visit, her ragged breathing still present, as so were the tears lining the edges of her eyes, but she had stayed as silent as the very air itself. Her fist just kept holding on the pillow tighter, while her body remained unmoving, dismissing on figuring out how he ever got in her room, when she had put added security. What did he want? Really. It was apparent to her he wasn't leaving, and he couldn't figure that him being here was drowning her in a affliction that was eating her this moment up? Axel didn't say anything to her outspoken word, and they were both back in the quiet serenity. It was more soothing for her this way...because he was here, but she could pretend he wasn't.

As the moonlight gleamed on the sheets and past them, the silver rays reaching her, she basked in the silence as it may, the rattling sounds not ceasing, yet her breath got caught once more as he spoke her name, about to say something, only to discard it, lapping into the noiseless room again. He was here to say something...what did he want? What? Creasing her shaky eyes and eyebrows, she just layed, only to hear him talk after a while, the words thick with regret, guilt, and complete sadness. This gave her a sardonic, empty smile, and she almost wanted to chuckle bitterly. Forgive him? The tone was enough to tempt her, or at least imagine in her ideal dream, that she wrapped him in his arms closely, whispering that she accepted his forgiveness constantly, and that all will be well. Yet. Ideal. Larxene didn't know what to think on that, truly. Nonetheless, it seemed he didn't stop there, and the rest of his speech made her want to laugh. Utterly laugh at him. Idiot. Fool. Dumba**. If he was just a toy, would she be where she was right now? Would she be so broken? Didn't he see? But it was that last thing he had said that made her very soul ardent, her body going rigid in shock, and what finally caused the tears to spill across her cheeks, not believing he was doing this...not believing he was admitting this. Not believing it was even happening. This must be a lie...some type of trick...he was messing with her...

It startled her when the covers, the only shield, were taken off her head to reveal her face, and he gazed straight into her eyes, burning through her very skin, and he kept going...never stopping. She shivered at his touch, almost recoiling in the process as she held back a sob again, water pouring, as he gave his love, his everything, and he said it all, the pure truth...what he said wasn't untrue, there's no way something with that much passion in his green orbs and voice can be deceiving. How could she say nothing to that? And Larxene did....she did want to tell him the feelings that were locked away deep inside the moment he abandoned her with Marluxia, as he gave her up, but they wouldn't come, they wouldn't reach her lips, and all she could do was cry without her own consent, cry for this night. She was scared. So scared to present her love with the trust that he'll take care of it, only to throw it away. So she wanted to return it, wanted him to know...yet....shutting her eyes to block the fine features of his face, the outlines etched in the darkness of her eyelids as if to haunt her, she gave a shaky sigh. Licking her lips, she quivered, aware that after those words, there's no possible way she would be soundless any longer. Her voice raspy and hoarse, making her throat sting as it barely came back, "..I...I..." Her face retreated back to dig into her pillow, not sure whether to give a chance after all her thoughts of it not making a difference, of it not being the same, uncertain to take the offer that he had given meaningfully, hesitant to do anything...she was lost. Nothing good ever came out from giving her heart, and now, the lack of one. "...D-don't hurt me again..."

You left....

 

OOC: If you're tiny like me, then YES.



Axel covered his mouth in disbelief, he'd said too much in his crazed frenzy of words. But this did not mean that he'd lied to her. Every word that left his mouth was the truth, it was the deepest feeling he had for her, which he hid from her, as he hid them from himself. How did he come to love her so?
She remained still and silent for the most part, only the endless tears streaming down the side of her face as his words reached her ears. He hadn't meant to blurt out those words to her, not like this. He bit his lips as his eyes still looked into her aquatic blue eyes, which glistened and bathed in the silver light, each tiny droplet of tears shined brightly as they disappeared amongst the pillows. It was now she who was speechless. She gazed at him endlessly and stammered, only to hide her face in the pillow again. His hand spontaneously went for her head, to graze her, to caress her, but once again, a little reluctant to touch her. Ultimately he did make contact. His hand gently grazed the hair on the back of her head, the silky stands going through his fingers effortlessly. He leaned forward, resting his head on the mattress, forehead first. He closed his eye, remembering the serenity and comfort of his room, and his hands continued to caress her. He truly loved her, and his words did declare it to her.
“I-I'm sorry.” He whispered, afraid that he'd only managed hurt her in someway, for the hidden tears were now being emptied into the pillow. Looked like he messed up again, he seemed to getting quite expert at that actually, making everyone's like a bit more miserable. He yearned for her forgiveness, his insides craved to hear the words of forgiveness coming from her voice, no matter how raspy or hoarse it was. When she did try to speak, Axel popped up his head, but she still had her face buried in the pillow, still hiding.

"...D-don't hurt me again..."

Was . . . was that . . . that brief statement her way of forgiving him? Did she accept the words which he spoke? He poured his soul out to her, every last bit. He just needed to know if she too was willing to return the same feelings. If she didn't . . . even he himself didn't know what he would do. “Larxene, it was never my intention to hurt you.”