Love in the Snow

OOC: Great, that probably means I'm skinny enough to fly over o.O. There should be seat belts in that thing.

Larxene almost flinched in surprise when he felt his soft touch on her hair, not really predicting he would go ahead and do so, and how he was softly running his fingers through it. Admittingly, it felt good and nice, and it made her lean into it, because she liked it, and she wanted more of it, yet she couldn't give herself that pleasure. She enjoyed it for what it was though, and it made her stop the tears from brimming even more as the few last ones fell when she closed her eyes, his words running through her head. Sorry...he had said, and that he never meant to hurt her. The more he spoke, the more the emptiness began to fill again, and the light of hope consuming her was illuminating even greater...covering the pain, but it still remained there. Yet, Larxene still didn't know what to decide or what move to make, because the more she wanted to admit her love, it wasn't willing to get out....the doubt and distrust was too much, and she didn't want anyone else to stomp on it after she believed they will never do so. Axel said this now...but what about in the future? It was hard...too hard. His voice did sound resentful, but she wanted to hear more from him...if what Zexion said was true. He made it difficult to concentrate, though...with his head so close, and his face...she could feel it. The slight weight on the bed, the rustle, and his hot breath of a breeze barely grazing her. God...how she desired his warmth again. It was almost as if he was asking to kiss him, but instead, her vocals croaked out weakly, "Why'd you leave...?"

Zexion explaining wasn't going to do it, and it was there she opened back her eyes, needing to study him as he said it. She had never loved someone this much...and it confused her, because as Nobodies, the feeling should be as nonexistant as them, despite the Cloaked Schemer's explanation. Everything that she had went through though, and how one word from him could hurt her, showed how much she meant to him, and how he was the only one who could reduce her to this state of being...the sadistic and cruel Savage Nymph in love with someone, taming her, even. Never did she expect to get this far the moment she stepped in the Organization and he made fun of her hair in their first meeting. But here she was...only that she couldn't spell it out for him.

 

OOC: Seat belts would make my life a lot easier. At least I'll be able to enjoy the drop for what it is, and not hold and literally straddle the bar like it's the source of my life. T_T



Where could he begin? It wasn't as simple to explain the reason for his departure from his room, and so conveniently leaving her and Marluxia together. Where could he start? What word could he begin it from?
“Uh.†He attempted. Nothing else came. The reason behind him leaving her was simple, but this really was the time to pick and choose just the right words. He knew this, that he must choose his words carefully, for he was really standing at the edge of a cliff, on his toes, one wrong movement, or word, it would only result in devastation. He stared at her blankly as she finally turned her head to look at him, her questioning gaze piercing through him like a sharp sword. He'd lost himself in her hypnotizing gaze. She needed his words, she yearned for them like he yearned for her forgiveness. His hand still remained by her head, and now by her face. His fingers moving gently, brushing away the a few falling strands of her hair from her face behind her ears, revealing her delicately sweet face. He felt loud thump in his chest as the full beauty of her face was unveiled. This was another face he'd never seen of Larxene. She was broken . . . truly and honestly broken. She gazed at him, broken and fragile, almost like a child, longing for his soothing words.
“Marluxia.†He still didn't know where to begin. “Larxene, I. . . I'd lied to him, saying I hadn't seen you, and you still answered to him. You answered to his call, telling me I. . . that my words weren't important! That I was insignificant to you when compared to Marluxia. Larxene, that hurt me more ways than one. It only told me that you didn't want to be with me, but have Marluxia by your side. That's why I left. I left so you could be happy. . . happy with him. I couldn't bare to see you with another man, right there in front of me, no. I couldn't. That's why I left.â€
The thought of her in the arms of another was indeed too much for him, and he'd have much rather left the room and go some place afar, where his eyes will not be able to see that. He looked into her eyes, and his eyes quivered as he spoke those words, only remembering how it hurt him so. He was so utterly crushed when she had responded to Marluxia. Only he knew of the pain that rushed through his chest at that time. He felt so alone and rejected, he was unable to grasp it all. He bit his lip in anticipation, the next few words dying to come out through his lips. His hands gently caressed her hair, his finger feeling the warm touch of her skin. “I left so you could be happy. . . but the truth is that I loved you then, and I love you now, and. . . Larxene, I'd die to know that you love me.â€

 

OOC: Man, that's just like that water slide where only your body goes down freely, and if you even make a wrong movement, you might fall *shudder*. By the way, in the Court thread, I'm really thinking of Larxene facing Axel some time after her trial is over >D.

I'm laughing right now cause of the beinning of this post xD.

"You're a ******..." was all Larxene whispered at him for his explanation, as truthful and stupid as it was, finding a bit of her old spark returning now that everything was slowy becoming clear. Though not in a good way...how could he ever think she wanted Marluxia's company, or even Marluxia at all...over him? What ever gave him the misunderstanding that she answered to his call for that reason? Didn't he see what she had been doing before Marluxia had popped in the door? She didn't ask someone to lay with her just for the hell of it....and all this, all that she suffered in the long run, was because of this? The hurt, the pain....the struggle that she was now facing...for that? Amongst the aches and numbness she had felt, she couldn't help but feel some anger towards him, making her eyes glaze with tears once more from all the events leading to one simple conclusion that he took. And she came out with, "...idiot...he knew I was here...and he wouldn't leave either way. I thought that if he knew...I was fine, and that I needed to rest...he would go away...why else...will I ever answer his call...when I had you there?..."

The strain on her chords was a bit too much then, and she let out a couple of coughs, hitting them into her second pillow. She didn't care as a few more liquid drops came sliding down her cheeks, but her head shook gently, gazing at him with a forlorn expression at what he made her go through, especially at the very last sentence he had said. That's great then, he won't die... she had thought wryly and bitterly to herself, torn and wrecked now because she wanted so badly to tell him, her stomach clenching in anxiety, yet the words remained and didn't feel like leaving her throat as a hold was chaining them there, for her protection, and from its fear. Letting out a shaky breath from all the revelations she had listened ever since he stepped in here, she shifted her eyes somewhere else, not able to look at him when he was obviously waiting for a answer. His touch wasn't helping as well...the more he kept caressing her, leaving the prints of his fingertips in a sweet remembrance in her face now when he oh so wonderfully traced her skin...the more her focus was getting lost in a daze, longing for the feel of his body and his own hot skin...for his lips, for his everything. Because if he was only doing a easy task of slightly pulling strands of her hair behind her ear, that made her gauge the reaction of a pleasant shiver up and down her spine, she could only imagine the rest. For that alone, and her not spoken love for him, she tried to say the words back, forcing herself strongly to do so, for his and her own sake, "...I..I..lo..."

And once more, it died on her lips, and dejected, her vision turned to the ceiling, cursing at herself. She couldn't do it, not now...she couldn't. After all this, her body and her soul weren't ready to trust what was basically her life to someone else...as it was fragile, and it could break...again. Really crying this time for the lack of admittance, and the wait of Axels' reaction that made her feel her insides being swallowed whole. She wished she could ask for time...all she needed was time to heal her open wounds. They were still stinging, they were still burning, they were still pounding, and they were still there...amidst all the good feelings that were mixing due to the redhead's hope that he had given...and the fact that he had confessed his real feelings to her. Maybe then, she might find the courage to say them...yet, Larxene hoped that Axel could hear her through the silence, to somehow, hear her feelings for him just by her actions and eyes than simple words. He was her most precious person...

And she didn't want to lose him cause of this.

 

lol um RA is your charcter doing anything on this rp... coz yeah

 

''so what are you doing rex'' asked rozardo

''writing of course don't you see that'' said wolvius

''oh yeah i see that'' said rozardo

''and why are you here'' asked rexejon

''cause we like it'' said rozardo

''i was affraid of that'' said rexejon

 

um...nothing much. Writting rules for the ball but is done now >.< There's demmy...

 

crap i've got to get off soon anyway grr.. well i'm about to do my first drama scene (not much of one) in this thread so yeah i was hoping someone would be close by but yeah see ya

[EDIT] I should be on tommorrow - maybe if i still have time on my internet i'll be on tongiht but yeah

 

OOC: *sigh* Being small & tiny is only good on certain matters. But when it comes to rides and amusement parks... it depresses me. <_< And I believe it's a brilliant idea to have a confrontation of Lar-Lar and Axel after her case. >D hehehe.

Heeyyy.... Axel's a ******. YaY! =D



Axel chuckled a little at her response, a ******. . . and she was right! He smiled, for the first time since he entered her room. He loved her witty and insulting responses, that's what attracted him to her. He loved her personality, including her sadistic side as well. He loved her violence, he loved how she was so carefree, he loved her urge to dominate, he loved her strength, he loved how nothing could ever break the woman. . . but of course, this was different. Here she was, broken, and it was because of him, all because of his carelessness and inane actions. She was absolutely right to call him a ******.
Even amongst his little smile, he still longed to hear the three words which he longed for, which just wasn't seeming to come. He'd waited forever to hear them, and now that he was so close, they still wouldn't come. His eyes continued to stare into hers, virtually drinking in her beauty and her fragile being. Never had he dreamt that Larxene was capable of being so fragile as this. This was not how she was supposed to be, and he wanted to fix this. He couldn't remember when he'd taken the plunge into loving her, he couldn't remember. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted her by his side, forever. He had screwed this up once, and he couldn't afford to do so again. She meant everything to him, maybe a little too much. He loved her immensely. If she told him to take her to the moon, he'd happily take her there even if it killed him. If she asked to have his heart, he'd give it to her as a sacred offering, for it never really belonged to him anyway. If she told him to go jump off a cliff for her sake, he'd do so with a smile on his lips. If her wish was to have him vow his life to her forevermore, he'd do it in a heartbeat. He'd do it all just for her. She owned him, him, his body, his soul, his entire being, his everything.
His gaze remained on her petite face she strained to speak, answering to his explanation. He placed a finger on her lips as she coughed, urging her not to speak so much. All he wanted to hear right now was just a mere three-worded sentence, nothing more. Why won't she say them, the three words? Every second that passed, and she didn't utter the words, lashed at him like an iron whip. He curled his lip in anticipation as her lips did move once more under his finger, a soft sound, a sweet melody, stammering on the sentence, and lo, it still didn't come. It came to her lips, her tongue, even her delicate eyes, only to fade back as they both fell in silence again. This was his punishment? This agony, this torment was unbearable. He couldn't understand it, her eyes seemed to scream her love for him, and yet she wouldn't speak them. Her words clearly hinted her love for him, her admiration, but he wanted to hear them, the words, for his aching heart. Her gentle blue eyes looked at him oh so sorrowfully and it made something at the pit of his stomach churn. Her look was. . . it was just. . .
“Larxene, I think it's best that I go. . . for the moment.†He looked away. “You're quite exhausted. Rest now, and we can talk tomorrow.â€
He didn't want to leave her, no. Her reluctancy in answering him lashed at him, painfully and disappointedly. Her eyes may have declared her lover for him, but the manner in which she held herself back from answering to him plea only showed uncertainty. He could no longer face her. Her eyes cried, her soul cried with it, and every one of those tears tore him apart. Standing up, he placed the key card atop the desk, next to the lamp. Taking a glance at the woman, he leaned over, grazing her hair for the last time, he closed his eyes and leaned in closer to kiss her forehead. “Good night. . . my love. I'll see you tomorrow.â€
The warm sensation of her skin sent a shiver down his spine, and he took in the familiar sweet scent of her into him, drinking in her essence. Axel straightened up once more, his lips curled, eyes still longing to hear her words, though he could clearly read it in her eyes. But it wasn't satisfying, he wanted more than just a loving stare, much more. Giving her a meek smile, he opened a portal leading back to his room. One last glance and he turned to leave, but he paused, his back facing her. Slightly turning his head towards her, he spoke once more, “Larxene. . . I'll wait forever to hear those words from you. Forever.â€

He didn't abandon her. He'll never abandon her. With that, he left.



OOC: $%#@!! Dang it! My damned comp froze again! For 45 effin' minutes! >O I REALLY need to reinstall my windows. @#%&!! I'm pissed as hell! Gahh! :ranting:I had to re-write this crap twice! And I don't remember everything that I'd written the first time.

 

OOC: I've been thinking to have a good show in the court room or privately >D. Though court room sound so much more fun. I have to think of a way to start it though.

And, again, that sucks holes :/. I hate when everything you write goes out in a blink of a eye, and all you are left with are the remains T-T. I can understand your anger, last time, I wanted to throw my computer out the window, though that was mostly because of Database Errors, damn those buggers. Good news is, the post came out just fine, unless you were planning for more thoughts.

"Don't go!" Larxene exclaimed out with all the strength her throat and vocals could muster, turning into one of her worst coughing fist yet to date as the inside of her neck cringed and stung, but it was all for naught as he left. Trying to gain control, her eyes spilling leftover tears from this, she went to hold back and swallow a lot to sooth the turbulence, which was thankfully working, but now it felt like she was thirsty. And water was something she couldn't reach at the moment. Her fast breathing calming down as the coughs stopped, and her hands grabbing hard on the covers, she felt something die a little inside, despite the good terms they ended with. Larxene wished Axel would stop making the decisions for her, when it wasn't what she wanted...though the fact that she couldn't say them may had affected him more than she had imagined it would. While it was tough for her to give out her soul right now, she still wanted him to stay with her for the while. With him there...stroking her hair, the soft touch of his fingers, the still ardent, soft kiss on her forehead that was close to her bandaged wound, making it feel like it was healing, and whose lips still remained as if it was done just half a second ago, made her insides churn at the loss...especially when she had loved the feel of him close and his affection.

She was going to ask him, as best she could, to sleep beside her together so her senses would be filled with his spicy cinnamon scent and the heat he protruded, that would definitely sent her to a peaceful sleep, yet...as it seems, it wasn't to be. He was gone before the idea was let out into the air, and she was left with the aching disappointment. Need rest? She didn't think her eyes would close after this meeting....her thoughts were going to be in some turmoil for awhile, as he confessed his love to her strongly and even went away with that word in mind, but she couldn't give it back. Larxene didn't want tomorrow...she wanted now, but it got screwed over. She almost hated herself for not being able to simply admit it, though he said forever, her goal wasn't to keep him waiting. So here she was, needing his presence which she ironically didn't agree with before, the aura of him being in her room lingering, but that was all she had because he had flown away. As her wet eyes peered into the dark, empty room, gazing at the silver rays that were the only source of light, she felt lonely...it was something she asked before, but then Axel's arrival changed everything, and she wished for him.

Her love for him was dying to be in his proximity and be close, so amazing and so strong the feelings were that covered her body, that she almost choked and was frightened that it might be the end of her, which closely succeeded. There was something about Axel that caught her eye...she loved his persona, his attitude, his humor, his sarcasm, the sexy smirk he always wore, his mind, his wit, his passion, his smoothness, his snark, his soft words, his hair, his eyes, his face, his body, his soul, and anything else that made him up. And who she craved whole. Larxene knew he was a gorgeous and handsome specimen of a man, despite his thin and sinewy figure, whose abs and muscles made up for it. Who would've expected a male redhead to look so good, and with not even a fleck of freckles on his face? He was captivating in many ways, magnetic, charming...any girl would do a double take when he passed them by. Larxene liked his tattoos too, fitted him well, the fine features he was blessed with, and the bright fire red of his hair that could be seen even in the darkness, just like his glowing jade colored eyes that shined like a creature of the night as if seeing through one's soul, and . He was a wild card and dangerous, like the fire he possessed, soft and protecting you with its warmth, only to flicker and burn you with a blink of a eye. Larxene guessed that was what made her keep her feelings in, what worried her the most, even though Axel never acted that behavior when around her....so far. And now....she might not get anything from him because of her lack of admitting her true emotions, who were roped back by fear and uncertainty, for her lack of trust, making him take away his company.

There will be none of calm for her in these long hours anyway...so much for the sleep she wasn't going to get, with her throat needing liquid, and packed with missing him. She'll probably be still bedridden.

 

OOC: Yes, yes indeed. Courtroom does sound intriguing. >D *laughs evilly* I look forward to it.

If I could b!tch slap my computer, I would. But the computer IS also my baby, and I cannot hit my baby no matter how doltish it might act. =D


Axel stepped through the portal, his eyes only looking at the ground, ready to find himself back in his dark, lonesome and empty room. That just how it was, lonesome and empty. Everything was empty. His stupidity had brought him thus far, and caused him to lose everything. He couldn't feel any sorrier for himself than he did now, and couldn't help but thrash at himself for it, constantly taunting himself for what he'd done. His eyes became glossy, only remembering the look she'd given him in her reluctancy when replying to him, to the averment of his love for her. Every insult in any known language suited him about now. Love is where one protects the other from harm and tears, from hurt and pain, and so far, it seemed that he'd done a miserable job of it. Neither could he protect her from harm, and neither could he keep her from the hurt and pain of shedding her tears (which he never really thought he'd see in a million years from Larxene). The fact was that such a woman as Larxene did indeed cry, and the reason were brought to you by yours truly, and it made him cringe in hate and angst.

Pity.

Self-degradation.

How could he even expect her to forget everything, after what he'd done, and come flying back into his arms like nothing had ever happened? He was expecting too much of her. A broken soul and mind is not that easily repaired. He should've known this. He should've deduced that once such a solid being breaks, they shatter like a delicate piece of crystal, because that's how they are, like a strong and mighty crystal, but yet be oh so delicate. And it is an hard effort, a very complicated method to place the tiny pieces back together like a puzzle piece. Being like a delicate crystal, whence it shatters, many pieces are lost. . . which will never again be returned to the same piece, same soul, no, and he cannot expect Larxene to look at him the same way she had before. It was too late. However, he snapped out of all his depressing thoughts as he heard Larxene's voice from a distance, more like from a closed compartment. “What the.”

When he did in fact look up from the ground, he found himself surrounded by not the familiar darkness of his room being bathed in moonlight, but light. . . just the plain glow and illumination of electrical light bulbs. He found himself in a highly illuminated place, surrounded by expensively exquisite and decorative blue-gold wallpapered, wrapped all-round a narrow and lengthy room, in other words, not in his own lonesome room. It confused him to suddenly find himself in an another place when he specifically had opened the portal to lead him back to his place. He'd been so lost in his thoughts to notice this particular anomaly, moreover, he could still hear Larxene's voice, calling for him, asking him not to leave. Where was he? He quickly spun around towards where the sound came from, to clear his confusion and his head, letting the narrow room sink into him. One glance and he knew it. He was back in the hallway, and oh so conveniently in front of Larxene's room at that too. His eyes stated at the door in confusion as to how he ended up here, and not back at his room. A strange phenomenon. He'd never had this happen to him before. He was disturbed when he'd left her room, and apparently causing him to lead his steps back to her in a circle, in a hoop, for he really didn't wish to leave her. His will and his urge to be with her had brought him back, back to where he felt he belonged, by her, as her stick, her support. . . just by her.

He heard her protest, he heard it well. She'd called to him the moment he stepped through. His physical heart leapt in his chest, his lips parted to riposte to her call, her plea, but nothing came, not a single sound. He couldn't utter a single sound, as if he'd so suddenly gone mute. He rested his head on her door, gently caressing it wood with his fingers, knowing that she remained on the other side, his love, his life. He lingered by the door, in that position, his head resting on the door, his body close to it, fingers tracing over the wood, unmoving, still not leaving. He strength leaving him, he couldn't move.

Love.

This emotion was confusing. What was it? Ah, wait. . . that's what it was, it's all tears.


FOOT NOTE: It seems that my procrastination and laziness have finally come through [YAY!], and thanks to that, I've fallen behind on my papers. I might not be here tomorrow, but I will in fact try to sneak in a post, and just for this RP, because I know I won't be able to resist the temptation. I suck at that, but just a side note, incase I do somehow manage to take control of myself and not log on.

 

OOC: If we do it in the court room though, we'll probably get penalized xD. But is too tempting. Like to think up how to start it? I was thinking going with witty and snarky verbal insults before physical :D.

And that's no problem anwita, I'm willing to wait. If you have to take care of something, then do it, or else is gonna come back to haunt you *-*. Take your time :), is understandable.

Larxene had tried to fall asleep for her health after processing well that Axel wouldn't come back, and so, she had to deal without him, since she couldn't do much else, and her call was too late. Saddening, but that's how the actions came about, what else could she do, but accept it? She couldn't though, because she was thinking of her lack of words on not telling him, the emptiness that wasn't his body here, her own sentiments on how she'll be able to trust him again, and that was only the emotional and mental part of it. For the physical, her arms were aching much more than the rest of her body for moving them, her throat was parched and scraped like sand due to her trying to get Axel not to leave, and it was impossible to even close her eyes as it was uncomfortable; it kept the itching that made you want to cough, it stung, it bothered her, and not even swallowing was doing it anymore. So while her eyes were heavy and tired, mostly so because of the darkness, and the fact that all she could do was stare at nothing, sleep was nonexistent. It made her almost wish she had Marluxia here to do what she asked. Almost. Only because then Axel and her wouldn't have talked, or had that moment to themselves to reveal things and set the record straight, not matter how unsatisfying and horrible it ended inside.

She hated this. She hated it all. She hated the fact that she was so weak and had to depend on people to do things for her.

In the silence though, for a moment she heard some scraping sound, only for a moment. She then blamed it on the window though, or someone passing the halls, since she didn't think Marluxia or Zexion would visit, despite the Cloaked Schemer saying he was to be keeping watch of her. Still, in her lack of sleep, she somehow wish she had something to do....

Maybe if she found the remote to the TV and used a bit more of her renewed strength might help...

 

OOC: Wherever it is, it will still be awesome. =D Because that's just how we roll. xD
And thanks for waiting hun, this, so far, has been a hectic week for me. xO


A gentle numbness had come over his body, almost as if he was paralyzed. All his strength had left him, it even seemed as if his power of will was also robbed of him. He couldn't think, he couldn't move. . . he couldn't leave. He couldn't really leave her until he'd heard those words from her sweet lips, even when he knew well that they won't be uttered tonight, that was why he'd left in the first place, she needed time. His body may have left her room, but his being, his soul, still remained with her on the other side of this door. Zexion was right, she seemed a wreck, both physically and emotionally. Funny that was, how he'd managed to hurt the very thing they lacked. How was it even possible for them to be nobodies, when they felt this much pain and sorrow, and if this is what one would feel as a nobody, then how would one who wielded a pure heart feel? The thought was appalling, and the question was tortuous.

Axel sighed softly, his head still leaning against her door. He finally opened his eyes to find them glossy again, and the floor looked blurry as he stared at it. He couldn't understand why he couldn't answer when she'd called after him. His voice seemed mute back then, and he seemed to be mute yet. The more seconds passed him by, the later it was for him to answer to her now, until it was just useless to answer. He stayed in this position for a good solid minute, before he moved, raising his head. He took a moment to stare at the door, his hands only wanting to knock and once more step inside that cozy room. . . but he held this urge to himself. His presence at the moment only seemed to hurt her, and he'd give anything to cease this pain. His eyes trailed off to the end of the hall, towards the distant stairs which would eventually lead him back to his room. He forced his legs to move, to take the difficult steps which would lead him away from her. Kissing his fingers, he pressed them against her door, giving her a silent Good Night, he walked away. . .

Coming in front of his door, he realized that he hadn't brought his key card, and he was locked out, sort of. He looked around the hall to see if anyone was present and he opened a portal, which would take him inside. Concentrating to make sure that it led to his room and nowhere else, he walked in, and thankfully this time, it did take him inside. The room was just as he left it, clean, silent, dark, with a soft glow of burning embers from his fireplace, which also kept the room at a minimal temperature. He walked across his room and slumped down on the bed, his face blank and lost. His mind only raced about Larxene, and what she thought of him now. Did she hate him? Did she love him? His eyes stared at the ceiling wishing that sleep would come soon and caress him, take him away from reality at this point. Unfortunately, the sleep which had come to him during when he was waiting for Zexion to deliver the key card had seemed to gone away for good, leaving him wide awake and aware of his surrounding, of his problems, and of Larxene.

The winds still banged against his windows mercilessly, and the night seemed not to end.



OOC: Want to end the day... I mean night?? O.o

 

OOC: Well, we're going to have to plan it now, as Larxene's court case had closed in a unexpected bang. I'm making her flirt with Xelax since he was looking at her (playing with him), though we need a comment or something to stir it up.

And my hectic week is just starting :/, I'm making head way now just to post in the RPs I'm suppose to. And, yeah, make to end the night.

"Wake up, Larxene. I know you're not sleeping."

It was true, she wasn't, she hadn't been able to, and she blamed Axel for that. If he only would've stayed, as he always just walks away without asking her, though he wasn't exactly at fault. The whole night she spent looking at the darkness, closing her eyes momentarily, only to open them again, thinking, pondering, contemplating, feeling lonely. She wanted to repeat the time when she was in Axel's arms, and would've slept in his bed with him if it wasn't for the future interruption, which was something that she had needed. As for her throat, on top of that, she didn't even know if it was still working properly, that's how bad the dryness affected her to the point of it feeling numb like sand paper. Nevertheless, knowing the voice and the scent that now lingered the room, her red, heavy lidded, bagged eyes stared at up Marluxia, who was fresh and clean to the cut in his Organization uniform. The sun's strong rays that were now coming pass the window of the day outside, lit up the whole room in its glory, making her eyes shrink and worsen. However, it didn't stop them from spotting what Marluxia was holding. Water. Pure and fantastic water. Oh, the joy. Along with a glass, and a packet, which from what she read in a blurry vision, was something on pain killers. In her bits gladness of the object that she had prayed for the constant hours before being present, she muttered, not in her voice, but breathing like she was gasping for air, "You're wonderful, Marluxia..." He saw the guy smirk at that, though just for him not to get the wrong idea, she added just a second later, in the same lack of vocals, "You brought exactly what I needed with the water. GIVE ME WATER. NOW."

"Well, sure looks like you need it. No offense, but you definitely didn't get the rest you were suppose to, and you look like it," Marluxia stated, pointing out the obvious as he studied her face, with the bags under her eyes, and the fact that she looked like she was to go unconscious in the world of dreams any given nano second. Hopefully, this wasn't going to be a case of insomnia too. What amazed him the most though, and what caught his attention, was that her beauty somehow shone through it all. Yet, as she was needing the liquid, he sat on the chair that was left over last night as he moved it to the side table, where he prepared what he brought for her. Pouring the water in the glass from the bottle, he placed it down when it was to the brim of the long cup, and went to open the small packet of pills, two prepared to be drank. Placing it on the surface for the moment though, he got up again to move and sit down beside Larxene closely in the bed, slowly and carefully, picking her up and helping her to sit right up, to which she was dazed to, considering her lack of sleep. Marluxia found himself in the same position he had her before, slumped on his chest, along with her slim and curvacious body against his torso, and with his one free arm, he handed her the glass.

Thankfully, she managed to hold it, though he saw her cringe a little, and for that he quickly grabbed the two pills and placed it on her other hand, putting his hand on top of hers in the cup to hold it still and lend his strength. He had been planning to do this ever since last night as he left, thinking that she needed nutrients, water which was necessary, and to help her from the physical pain, from what he had been thinking before, pain killers.

Larxene had to admit at her nature-loving friend, that he did care enough to spend so much time with her, and even go out of his way to tend to her needs, especially right in the morning. It made her feel a bit guilty that her love wasn't for him, and that she couldn't return it, though all she had was the close friendship they had conjured, and she hoped...that would be enough, despite knowing that he wanted more. This also reminded her of the lack of Axel that she didn't get last night, though this time, he didn't wish he was in Marluxia's place. She could at least give the Graceful Assasin that honor for being here unlike Axel didn't, it was what she could do, despite her inner yearning for the redhead and his smell filling her up as she leaned her head into a chest. Forcing her arm to move in a painful stroke, she popped the two pills inside her mouth, letting that part of her body slump on top of the covers now that it was used in ache, only to begin drinking the water with Marluxia's lending hand, immediately swallowing the pain killers, though also not stopping from gourging the H2O down her throat like she had been through the hot, sweating, desert and back, and in great need of it. But ithe water was super cold, supper soft, and it was soothing her throat as it smoothed it out inside...she wanted more and more.

That couldn't happen though, because the glass was then empty.

"Want what's left on the bottle?" Marluxia asked in his ever deep, blank voice, though somewhat amused at her slurping it down like a drunkard to his beer, putting the glass back on the side table, and picking up the said plastic bottle, bringing it close to her face. Seeing her nod, this time, he brought it to her lips, not wanting her to move her arm, and tilted it a little for her to drink, which she did so...very gratefully. Waiting until it finished, he went to continue, "You should get some sleep, and I'll stay here if you need any kind of company."

 

sorry that i havent been on ... but yeah things have xome up with my assignments and im trying my hardest to actually be the best in some of classes... my japanese class has only one other person in it and im trying to beat him... i think its working but he always gets one grade higher than me

Struggling, she climbed yet another set of tears. She decided to herself that she would ring up room service to get something to help her dizzy spells. She heard noises behind her, familiar noises. She turned around slowley and saw a group of fan girls walking up the set of stairs she just did. They spotted Devon, recognising her, hating her. They started to head her way

LOL fan girls arr back

 

ANNOUNCEMENT: IT'S THE NEXT DAY PEOPLE! IT'S NO LONGER NIGHT.​

OOC: T_T I have to do SO many pages of reading before I can post as Axel.. DD: And unfortunately I cannot do that tonight. I MUST go to bed “early”, my school actually decided to give us an effin' exam tomorrow. *mumbles* The f*ckers. Oh, but don't worry, Axel definitely has something to say about Larxene flirting with Xelax. ;)
Btw... hehehe... How did Marluxia get inside? I thought there was a barrier around her room that prevented people from entering. And Axel had left the Key Card in her room. =D I'm sure that Marluxia ~didn't~ have a spare Key Card, because that wouldn't really give her the “privacy” she wanted. LolololololoL. Whatever excuse/reason/idea you have, I accept. xD


It was really amazing how fast the sun rises, and Axel had spent the entire night staring out the window as the silvery light of the moon outside changed its colors and was soon replaced by a soft red glow of the rising sun, then slowly turning into its true golden color. Not a drop of sleep had come to his eyes as the hours passed. He merely stared out the window as if dead, his green iris fixed on the branch outside his window, only showing some sign of life when he blinked. He needed the slumber, even for a moment, if it meant that he'd be able to dream of Larxene, that she was close to him again, in his arms, but life was cruel. It was cruel enough to deny his wish of the sweet slumber, and so he stayed awake, his eye gazing out the window, watching the transition of the silvery light into a golden one, until, like the moonlight, the beams of sunlight began to caress his face, and glisten in his eyes, making him twitch.

The fireplace crackled as the last of the embers whiffed its last bits of smoke and heat, and the soft sound of the wind outside played its way through the brushy leaves of the trees, creating a sweet melody. Looks like the sudden snow storm had died, but unfortunately, not the storm in his heart. It pained him as he remember how hesitant she was in answering him, and sharp pain in his chest made him turn in his bed, looking away from the fiery glow of the sun. He stared at the empty place beside him, only reminding him that she could've been here if it wasn't for his stupidity. . . and of course because of Marluxia's contribution as well. No he couldn't stare at this side either, and he lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. Good, it was blank, nothing but the shadows. He sighed and closed his eyes, still yearning for a drop of sleep, which just didn't seem to come.

He remained there, laying on his back, eyes closed, wishing for sleep. Even after what seemed like hours, nothing came to him except the image of Larxene, of how she looked at him with her catlike eyes, unable to answer him. Axel immediately opened his eyes, no, that wasn't helping him either. Looked like sleep was just not written in his luck today, and so he sat up, rubbing his face, his tired eyes looking around the room. So empty, so alone it was. No point in lingering here in his bed, or in his room for that matter. Dragging his heavy body off the bed, he lagged himself into the restroom wanting to freshen up, and maybe go drown himself in his tub.

 

OOC: Ooooh, can't wait for Axel's reply in Court RP :D.

I'll put my reply later on, but I have to say, the right now excuse is that he had asked of Xemnas to lower the barrier so he could get in, after explaining what had happened, and to put it back up again a minute later. Ta da! xD

An exam on a Saturday!? Blasphemous! D:

 

OOC: :D damn right you better wait for it. ;)

xD good excuse... and I hereby DO accept! :D Good job. lololol

I wanna go kill someone now... :ranting: exams!!
:yelling:

 

OOC: At least you got that exam over with.

"Nah, is okay..." Larxene replied with a whisper, soft and soothing, now her throat feeling at peace with itself due to the liquid that released is dry tendencies. However, as she was still leaning herself against Marluxia's chest, though this time feeling more drowsy than usual, her eyes blinked up at him curiously, and questionably, now remembering something. "How did you get in? I have that barrier...."

Marluxia simply smiled, waiting for that question. "As Xemnas is always up early, I asked him a favor after I explained what happened to you, and what I had gotten for you to take. He only gave me a minute, so I had to portal quickly inside. I'll look after you for now, but you really need to sleep Larxene...I'll get your key card and bring you up some food once you wake up..." And without her knowing, the pain killers also makes one tire and fall asleep as a side effect, so hopefully, that would work....because she will never regain more of her strength without giving her body and mind a break. He wondered why she didn't get any sleep in the first place. Was something wrong?

"Okay..." she agreed without much of a fight as she would've, thinking to herself that at least one was willing to give all this and take care of her. Larxene had to admit that Marluxia will make a great husband, unlike the one who just admitted last night that he loved her. She guessed it was her own fault for not being able to get the rest she wanted and needed, but she still couldn't help, but feel some sort of bitterness or resent to Axel. Here was Marluxia, who knew and had somewhat accepted that she didnt love him, yet kept trying, and he never stopped from worrying or left her alone for too long, and if it wasn't for her, he would've stayed last night as well. Maybe she was just being too judgmental, after all, Axel did save her, tended to her wound and all...

Either way, the thoughts were slowly drifting her out of focus, and she closed her eyes, feeling them so heavy now that they had to be closed as she couldn't keep them up.

 

OOC: That was only one. T_T
Crap... I really am getting sick. I sneezed 6X straight, and wearing jacket in an 75° room. DDD: Nuu! I can't afford to get sick now! I have Three more weeks of testing left! DDD:
Mi cabeza dolido mucho... DDD:


The sun had risen high enought and it now shined into the bathroom, through the small window located atop of the huge room. The bathroom was practically one-third the size of the entire room. Neatly decorated and carefully oriented, not one person would ever have the feeling that they stood inside a bathroom and not any other room. The rays of the sun directly fell on the mirror, from the windows, and the reflection of it illuminated the entire room with its warmth and freshness. The birds sang a sweet melody outside, calling and welcoming a beautiful day, and the song of the chirping birds outside echoed inside the huge room.

Standing in front of the mirror and sink, Axel splashed water on his face, hoping to get the lazy-eye feeling off his eyes. Though his eyelids dragged his eyes to a close, not a bit of sleep came nor was it given to them, and he sighed, looking at his refection. He looked tired and half dead. Wow, he looked like he'd been drugged, or maybe he was high. His face had fallen, his eyes half closed and lost. What had happened to the hyper Axel? The pyromaniac that burned everything in sight, the crazed and cocky man that everyone knew and loved? The more he looked at his reflection, the more it made him wonder. It's as if he'd forgotten who he was! He could hardly even recognize who he was staring at on the mirror, it definitely didn't look like him. Oh, the power and effect a woman can have on a man! He'd suddenly become so sentimental, and broken? He, broken? He needed to pucker up. Sleep was obviously not in his agenda today, that was declared to him last night. Splashing water on his face once more. He headed for the tub, to wash away the man he saw in the mirror.


OOC: *shrugs* Meh... I got nothing. I really can't think. DD: I think... I'll go soak in the bathtub now... T_T

 

Exel sighed as he left teh coffee shop and looked around before walking away.