Love in the Snow

"I'll meet you there then", she smiled, and waiting an extra two minutes before her cookies arrived, she managed to get her chocolate ina take out cup and sped to the front door, Finding Ren there withe another girl, who she suspected to be Lynn

 

"No problem, sweetie." Said Ren before grabbing her coffee and left the counter to go find Ren, who'd been waiting for them outside. She located Lynn standing right outside the door, and walked over to her. "I think we have another person going with to go shopping for a dress. Hope you don't mind..."

Standing there in the snow, Ren felt the cold chills of the passing wind as it blew by and the sweet sunset looked amazing in the light snow fall. It didn't take long before Devon had come, holding her hot chocolate and cookies. "Hi! Lynn, this is Devon. Devon, Lynn."

 

She smiled at Devon. "Nice to meet you." She said before facing Ren. "And of course I don't mind."

 

OOC: Then I suppose I have Larxene's overall outfit, finally. Masked Ball here we come...soon.

Larxene waited patiently as Axel was done putting on his boxers [without peeking at all. Huzzah!], as she had already set up the items that she was going to use to patch him. And heal him. Maybe it would've been better if she had helped him with putting his boxers on, but unless he wanted a incident to happen, it was best to just remain here. Axel managed it anyway, as her body now turned around to see him sitting at the edge of the bathtub, legs sprawled out, and she found her body burning in a desirable swell again, thoughts of being in between them filtering her fuzzy mind now that they were spread out the way they were. Shaking her head, her eyes quivering at the fact that she actually considered the prospect, she grabbed the ointment jar, and headed to where he was, standing beside his lap as she then sat down in the floor on the side of his hurt thigh and leg. With her bare hand, she dug into the cream, taking out quite the amount to cover the two wounds there, yet she shivered a little, the substance really, really, cold. Larxene oddly eyed her hand with the blue mush. Leave it to Vexen to base it off his element, of all things. Beginning to spread it around quickly, before the blood, which was beginning to spill again, can get in the way, she completely covered the one in the thigh, on top and outside for further protection. It was there she saw after a few passing seconds with a startled amazement the ointment dry up, like ice hardening the surface of water, and she just watched, not knowing what to make of it, though the befuddlement almost not present anymore. Well, now she knew how come it slowed down the blood flow. It appeared like a sheet glistening the wound, and carefully, with her other clean hand, she put her index finger on top of it, finding a rough texture as she slid her touch around softly like a feather.

Vexen outdid himself, surely.

Either way, Larxene wasn't going to ponder on the scientist's lab mixtures, and continued applying the cream, now starting with the one on the leg, and searching around for any extra cuts and scratches which she also took care of. The same occurrence went on, yet this time, it didn't surprise her to a halt, and she focused on...his upper torso. She gave a exasperated breath inwardly, her blood running wildly at the thought of literally running her hand on his skin, and trailing his muscled lines. A shudder went up and down her spine at the revelation, not paying him any attention as she moved to sit on the edge of the tub now, next to him, before grabbing another handful of the material. She kept going on with her work, biting her lip to keep her lust that was slowly ensnaring her from getting out to trap him as she felt, and enjoyed, the feel of his body. The first thing she did, was put it on the huge wound on his side, the one she hurt before, and after that was intact, she proceeded to slick some on his ugly looking bruises, and other slashes here and there, to the point, where she even checked his back like a good nurse, and applied some there. That was three major ones down, and the one left was his face. It was more like nasty gash on the side, but raising up her body a little, slipping closer to his warmth, his fragrance filling up her senses like some hot drug, she forced herself to concentrate on placing the ointment on, slipping her fingers on the cut that splintered the side of his otherwise gorgeous visage. It was real long, from the corner of his forehead, all the way down up to the bottom of his ear. When she was finished, she backed her face away from being so near his, affecting her in more ways than one, and making her want to kiss him as she studied his brilliant, jade eyes, and scrambled up to her feet, walking to the counter again with the jar in hand.

Closing it with the cap, she put it there beside the other stuff lazily, and opened the knob of the sink immediately to wash her hands from the goo, pondering over if she should start a conversation to ease the thick, thick silence. The tension was encompassing the both of them enough, and roughly. It made her feel uncomfortable. Sighing, she said low, "So..." Her brain racked for something to say, anything, and the picture of that poster that she had seen with Zexion on the couch appeared. "Are you going to this masked ball? There's one, tomorrow night..."

Roxas blinked, stunned into silence at the question that she had revealed to him, as his mind wired insanely at the mention of that simple name. Sora. That boy who had always been haunting him, visions, as rare as they were, filtering in his dreams, and yet, he couldn't really recall them. Did he know him? No, not in person, not in who he was, or why he at times ran pass his conscious. So far, all he had come across was his face, his friends, and his weapon. Which was the Keyblade as well. It was the fact that he can wield one too that made him curious, though he wasn't interested in that fully, since he had figured he couldn't be the only one. But...something else kept bringing him back to figure out just who that boy was. He didn't say, or replied anything at all to Naminé in a while, the air whipped into the sounds of absolutely nothing as they both stood there, him, lost in his contemplations. As the shock was wearing thin, however, another question fluttered pass him. How did Naminé know about Sora? And why had she asked him, precisely, about it? There was something else she was keeping from him. She had control over memories, she had done so with Devon, and he felt a certain connection when with her, but that was as far as his knowledge went.

He had yet to open his mouth as the realization set in, and he truly began to wonder who really was this girl, as lovely as she was. Roxas remained still for a bit longer, before locking his wide, cerulean irises on her own hue of blue, his lips in a thin line, and his expression suspicious. He shook his head. "No, I don't. Not really. Just, at times, I see him when I sleep..." It was there he eyed her quite harder than usual. "How do you know?"

 

Devon smiled and thanked Lynn, though facing another dizzy spell for standing around to long, pretending that it wasn't there.

 

"You do not look so well."

 

"I'll be fine", she answered smiling

 

OOC: OH shoot! I thought we got a new member or something xD. DeadlyxMascara. By the way, RA, are you going to post in Soul Reason with Zexion? Been meaning to ask...

 

hehehehehe i tricked you

 

ooc opps sorry no you can give him away


btw I'm waiting for pyro to post

 

ditto *walks around thread impatiently*

 

OOC: fdskjghsut!! D’: I phailed YET again.

Ren seemed to have fallen in a short trance as she stared at the two girls in front of her nonchalantly. She did this often and actually disliked this particular trait about her. There was always something buzzing through her mind and it often took over her thoughts, taking a hold of her in such a way that she’d miss what’s in front of her. She thankfully snapped out of it at the sound of Lynn’s voice and now looked at the girls with a similar, but lost expression. Well, one thing was clear though, Devon and Lynn were getting along well. Well good then.

“Er, Devon... are you sure about this?†She said. A small pause, and she continued. “Well, I guess we can make this really fast come back real soon, yes?†A smile came across Ren’s face as she spoke, but the concern for Devon’s health was still very visible in her eyes. It was last thing she’d want, for the girl to get ill and not make it to the ball.

 

oh so your a couple with neko eh? nice XD
and i dont really think i'll be doing what twilight did and find a dres.. i dont know im just dead from all this work... maye i should seeign as my formal is next year [odds are that it's on my birthday hehe]

"Im fine", she smiled, not realising that it was weak. She was just happy to be around people, and that people were trying to help her out. The snow was starting to fall again, making the air colder, "Well should we get going?" she asked

 

OOC: BLESS THE GAWDS, I AM HERE. Since school is starting, I’ll hopefully be on task and posting often now that I won’t have time to slack off and procrastinate. JOY? Yes? Ok. ANF, aye, it’s Neku. xD Anyway, you should look for a dress, or just design one and explain it or something, but do find a dress please! It’ll make me very happy.


“Right then. We must not waste anymore time. Let’s go.†With a small gesture of her hand Ren lead the way out of the front porch the resort, heading towards the gigantic black gates that stood between them and the main street. With the sun now below the horizon, the air around them seemed to cool down several degrees and the swift winds were nothing less than chilling. The snow continued to fall on them as they now walked passed the gates. “We should call a cab, yes?†She said, wrapping her arms around her from the chilling cold, despite the heavy peacoat she was wearing. “It’d be faster...and not to mention WARMER.â€

That was it. That was the confirmation Naminé needed. Roxas’ reaction alone to the Sora’s name was enough to put an end to her suspicion, but when he himself admitted to seeing him in his dreams, she was now confirmed. She now knew, and understood the bond she shared with him. Roxas was...Sora’s Nobody, without a doubt. It explained everything. She held the power over Sora’s memories and those connected to him, and it would only makes sense that she would also have a bond with his other, his Nobody. Sora and Roxas after all are the same person in a sense. It was all clear to her now. This was why she’d seen him when she invaded Devon’s memories. This was how she was able to help her. Roxas. A smile of happiness, shock and a strange form of fear came across Naminé’s face as she now locked her gaze with Roxas, his unchanging and deep blue eyes still staring back at her. It was her wish to find Sora’s Nobody, to meet him someday; someday when she’d be free of this imprisonment...and look, here he was standing tall and handsome in front of her; Organization’s number XIII. Naminé hadn’t realized when her hand moved on its own, dropping the items in her hand once more. She continued to stare at her in awe, unable to comprehend the fact that it was really him after all, as her hand was slowly reaching for his flesh, his soft and pale cheeks. She jumped a little when the tips of her fingers made contact with his skin. A cold shiver of glee seem to crawl through her skin and she quickly removed her from his face as quickly as she touched him.

“I—I’m sorry.†She stuttered, realizing what she’d been doing subconsciously. Naminé stopped for a moment, remembering his question, pondering on what to tell him. How could she explain the bond existing between her and Sora, a bond that she herself did not fully understand. “I don’t know, Roxas. I mean, it’s something even I cannot explain. Sora and I share a bond. A strange bond that connects me to his heart and to those who are connected to him. I see him in my dreams, like a distant memory! I know Sora as if I was a part of his life, as if I’ve known him my entire life...and I do. I’ve known him from the farthest time I can recall in my existence! I—†She stopped. She didn’t know what else to say, or how else to explain it. Her gaze never left his eyes, not even when she frantically waved her hands about in an attempt to explain her connection to Sora. Her gaze was just as strong, and determined, full of energy, and after a brief silence, she spoke once more, but in a slow and soft tone. “Roxas, you are...Sora’s Nobody.â€

It was cold, most definitely, bu it was soothing and immediately at the touch of it, the hot, throbbing pain seemed to die down from his wounds. Simply amazing, Vexen had done an exceptional job in creating this cream. Simply genius. The fact that it was Larxene applying the cream was also perhaps another factor that made seem his pain disappear. Even through the cold of the cream, he could feel the soft, warm touch of her fingers. Axel began to relax as the tension in his body slowly died with the pain, but the silence that seemed to last between he and Larxene seemed only to grow. Why did their relationship seem to die even before it fully began? Although she was oh so close to him as she applied the cream, her scent once again filling him in, she yet was so far from him, away from his reach. Silence...silence...damn silence. He’d lost himself in his thoughts again as he was concentrating on her when she’d leaned in close to him, delicately rubbed the cream on his face. Her blue eyes seemed to concentrate on the wound rather than him. She was still avoiding to make eye contact with him. No matter how strong his gaze was at her face, there was no reaction from her, and it was almost frustrating. The more he continued to look at her, the desire to just grab her and kiss her lips grew in him. Eyes intently fixed on her, he bit his lips, and he fingers in his hands trembled...take the chance...she was so close. Her sweet scent was driving him crazy and they were alone. It was the perfect moment. Do it...do it...just d—too late...one second too late. He’d barely raised his hands from the tub when she turned away from him.

“Huh? B—ball?†He stammered trying to regain his composure. Axel was a startled by the sound of her voice cutting into his thoughts, lightly amplified due to the large and empty room, the faint echo of it still there. “There’s a Masked Ball being held here tomorrow?â€. He gulped and licked his lips once he finished the sentence, still watching her, the want of her lips still strong in him. After looking at her for a few silent seconds, he turned away, looking at the floor. A Masquerade? Intriguing. He’d not known about this, but the idea of it seemed to catch his attention fast, and the opportunity was too good to pass up—not because it was another excuse for him to party, but perhaps as an excuse to go somewhere with Larxene. Thinking things through he looked back at her once more, and she was still doing the same thing she was doing when she came into his room, avoiding him. He tried to remember and read the tone of her voice when she asked him, contemplating whether if he should ask her, and what the chances were for her to decline his offer. They weren’t exactly going through a good time at the moment, and this was already before they officially became a couple. What was to come when they DO become a couple? Axel knew this was probably a good chance at mending whatever that he did wrong to anger her. Considering everything, and keeping everything in mind, Axel finally spoke. “Larxene...†And that was all that came out. For whatever reason, the words did not leave his mouth as he looked at her blankly. “Larxene...wou—I mean, are you planning to go...to the—this Masked Ball?â€

And there it went. Like the many times before, the words died on his lips. Why in the world was asking her to the ball suddenly seem much more difficult than him saying ‘I love you’? It was beyond his understanding and Axel went back to staring at her as he was doing so during their great silence.

 

OOC: I finally found out what was those white band aids/bandage thingies that hospitals put on cuts! 8D And they are a cotton gauze. I'm so happy.

And prepare for a long Larxene take, peoplez.

Roxas stayed put with that same determined and ardent stare set at the female before him, this time looming very close to her form, as she then gazed at him because of his question. It was hard to keep his mind on his goal when he was staring at the blue deep pools of her eyes, and her pale, but soft skin, yet he gave himself credit by remaining on his toes as Naminé studied him carefully. She hadn't said anything, but he could see questions flashing through her, and her mind in thought, reflected in her glance. It was easy to tell what harbored in her head, he noted. Roxas wasn't even sure if he wanted to find the answer, now that he thought about it. It was with this, that he was so into it, that he startled when he heard the thuds and trample of the items in her hand slip to the ground, and instinctively, mostly in surprise, he set his own eyes at it, wondering what was just happened. After a moment, he was about to look back to ask her what was wrong, and he did a intake of breath, his eyes widening when he felt on his cheek soft, tender fingers, and he instantly became a literal rock. A stone, stuck in this position, and time frame, as he oggled at her, stunned. And it wasn't the only reason.

The pleasant chill that fluttered down his spine and veins was almost stimulating, thrilling, the spots where she touched closely electrifying, and while this new sensation made him ponder, as he stared at this white beauty, God forbid he was turning poetic now, he suddenly felt a need to want her, from somewhere. It ended as soon as it began, though, but it felt like too many minute to him, and even as she moved them away and apologized, his mouth wasn't working, and he was just...blank. A part of him enjoyed it, and a part of him didn't understand why. He met this girl today, there was no way he could experience this so...fast. Perhaps it was a attraction, and just one of those things where you find a female that's enchanting and you do all you can do snatch a date, but it was much deeper. Heknew it was. The only thing that snapped him out of his icy body that was very still, was when her voice began to speak in such urgency that it made him crease his eyebrows. It was there he realized just how near and close he had gotten to her now subsconciously, so much, that they were fairly only a few, small inches apart, so much, that he could see every bit of flawless skin of pore that adorned her face, so much, that her eyes were wide and enigmatic, and he tilted his head, confused. He didn't remember moving..did he? Or did she? She was finally answering, however. It seems she was connected to Sora too, and has control of his memories and everyone around him. No...those important and precious in his Heart. What's that were memories resided? The Heart?

It was at the very end when she took a long pause that her words truly hit him. And he blinked at the revelation, not certain he had heard correctly, "Excuse me, what?" Did she just say...that he was Sora's Nobody? He was...it was there the visions came to life over his eyes, and he saw it, and the more he saw, the more he comprehended, the Keyblade, the dreams, Sora's adventure, the way he looked so...the way he looked like him. It was all clear to him, and a neutral, unreadable expression possessed him, shifting his sight to the ceiling. It shocked him, that it was Sora who he came from, yet at the same time, not at all. He should have expected it. It all connects and make sense, Naminé just confirmed. But then, now what? Is that why he and Naminé were kept away from each other? Because they both had something with Sora? Why did the Organization hid it from him? Why did they keep all these secrets away from his conscious? Why? And why...why did Axel keep it himself? His best friend, never telling him at all, when all he wanted to do was find out, and the person who could've helped him, the one closest to him, throughout all this, refused to say anything, even when he had asked him all the time, evading the question.

A surging bubble of anger ran through him, and he clenched his fists.





"Hmmm..." was what Larxene hummed to the question, not fully answering him yet as she thought about it. She did, however, give him a long odd, but amused, raised eyebrow at his stuttering for a moment, gazing at him skeptically, before she simply shrugged it off, knowing that was his way of saying that he wanted to go with her, to ask her to go with him. What? She wasn't dense. The problem was that she wasn't positive on what answer to give him, even when she felt something flutter like feathers within her, flying all the way up to her neck, and making her have a small smile. God, it was unimaginable how the guy just turned her into some sort of lovey dazed girl with just simple, pathetically mumbled words out of his mouth. There was no doubt in her mind she would go with him, however, with the problems that got in the way, it wouldn't be properly accomplished. There was the Devon b!tch, for one, something that hadn't escaped her mind one bit, and still haunted her no matter how many times she drove it out of her system, or she broke down Axel's explanation, and the fact that she wasn't prepared for this whole masked ball at all. Unless Axel propped up any money, the reply was going to a no, she knew. That, and it wasn't her thing, a prospect she thought about before.

She frowned, a sort of disappointment replacing the small, tingling feeling there before, she honestly didn't want to speak the negative respond she was going to have to reveal. She needed to somehow distract herself from all this, eyeing the mirror before her, casting her reflection, the creases in her eyebrows present, and something dull clouding her eyes. As she studied herself more fervently, the type of distraction wasn't one she had expected, as she found herself comparing her own looks to Devon's, not only her, but of others, and then beginning to question why was she loved by two guys, who could have anyone much better? It didn't make sense to her. Larxene knew she wasn't ugly, at least, but she wasn't a catch, she was average, and she somehow felt undeserved and worthless. These were two good looking men she was talking about, and to end up with someone like her, well...it would be a waste, considering what they could've had. That was why she could not believe what Axel said to her about Devon, there must be some type of...hidden meaning there. Maybe? Her body almost went into a delirious stand still at these thoughts, a kind of numbness, like if if it had rained, and now her clothes were all heavy and damp, making her feel not only uncomfortable, but enclosed, and her eyes lowered dismally to the bandages put out. She was minimal.

Oh...that was right.

She had closely forgotten that Axel needed to be tended to. Shaking her head out of the sick and crappy mood she just gave herself, she tried to hide her expression of anything amiss as she stared at the mirror again, sneakily away from his line of vision so he would not see her. Now that she spotted her own bandage, which was getting itchy, she mentally noted to put the cream on her own healing wound, that way, it would be gone tomorrow and over with. With that, she quickly took all the packages, and carried them all in both her arms, some placed calmly and carefully on certain spots, before she moved towards the scrumptious red-haired morsel that was waiting for her, in more ways than one. Larxene went to ignore him, something she had been doing anyway, and set up all the items on the floor, next to the tub, and prepared herself to begin wrapping him up, not looking at him, wondering if he was tepidly thinking about what her next bout of silence meant. She suspected it bothered him. Cutting up the cloth to start first with his leg, and then his thigh after, as she tenderly started to cover up the wounds, she found her body flushed with heat again. It was funny. The one who could serve the right distraction for her was the exact person she wanted to distract herself from. Breathing as calmly as she could, taping and winding the bandages tight and secure, she finished with the last for his bottom part of the body, which was the thigh, and now she had to work on his torso.

Again.

At least, it was two down, and two more to go.

For some reason, she felt she was about to have a ulcer. Maybe if she brought him a shirt or something, and made him lift it up only halfway for her to deal with the wound, instead of him being bare-chested, and his muscles so taut and in perfect fit to his body proportion, then this would probably be more simple on her raging hormones that he seemed to fire up unknowingly. Larxene gritted her teeth and frowned. Now she was sounding like some fangirl. The last thing she needed was to feel even that ashamed and pathetic. She could do this. So what if Axel is sexy and hot, and being close to him sent her haywire for a moment? He wasn't that gorgeous. Er...damn it, why did men in this Organization have to be so pretty? And why was she, the only girl, to have short hair, while they have flowing locks? It just couldn't escape her at all. But, she had to keep moving. With a new determination, she picked up some bandages and the tag to hold the thing in place when she was done, and went to sit beside him again, her hands unwinding harshly the roll, and without another word, or thought, or desire, she set to work. His damn cologne, even with the shower, was still smelling faintly on him, especially when she got so close to his warmth, only reason for that being to to embrace the bandage the skin right her arms encircling his waist slightly a few times, making her somehow exhilarated.

It came to a point where she kept it at bay as she went to pick up the tag and a tape to fasten it in, and once she did, her cheek slightly touched his shoulder accidentaly, sending her o freeze. That specific contact was close to her mouth, and her veins literally felt like they had a jolt of her own electricity, active, hot, a thick tension surrounding her out of nowhere...so close to him she was, that her whole body was in a daze, begging of...more contact. She was right there...right there. And it was so addicting too...she wanted it, she longed for it. and as if her body was moving on its own, after her blank gaze that lasted for more than a few seconds, she closed her eyes softly in a sort of peace, tilting her face so that it dug into his shoulder blade in a small nuzzle, lost in his scent, one hand of her slowly sliding up his arm, stopping as she rested it there on a spot, feeling the biceps under her fingertips pleasurably and in yearning. After a moment, following her natural craving, her lips graced his hot skin, her mouth moving, giving a slight, feathered, yet sensual kiss. Then, a second one to follow, heading on a path forward to his neck. Needless to say, that snapped her eyes back open when she realized what she was doing, and since she was finished with his hurt side, minus the face that had yet to be covered, she broke of him like he just spewed a fire that burned her, and in a rush, she immediately stood on her feet, making the aid objects she had on her lap fall to the floor in a loud clutter. She tried to maybe make a excuse for her sudden action, yet, she did peer into his deep green orbs when doing so, and her words stuck on her thick throat as she kept her stare on him. Playing a mime for a while, she simply just bent down to the floor soundlessly, and when to organize the items that fell, for the cut in his face needed a cotton gauze, not a bandage. Her tone more tight and hard than usual, because while other girls would've squeaked their words out nervously like they just inhaled helium, she became annoyed by this pressure put on her, and her lack of control, "I'm not going to the ball!"

Larxene sighed tiredly when she noted how cold and angry she sounded for such a simple question, and asked so gently too, and her shoulders slouched as she bowed her head with a blush on her cheeks, glaring at the tape roll, her voice dropping to a low octave, though bitter, "Is not my thing...and I couldn't go any way even if I wanted to. I'm broke, I don't have a dress, I don't have a mask, I don't have any hair clips, or any jewelry, and I don't have anything. There will be other prettier girls than me there, so you can have your pick to dance with, if you want..."

Her blood rush was beginning to cool, and it was then that the little last part got out of her mouth before she could even halt it. Now, though, she didn't really give a damn. "God, why the hell do you even love me?

 

After request and proper reasons given by the owner...

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ooc thank you orange so much~

and now to the rpers here... I shall wait til pyro to post before I do

 

OOC: omfgwtflulzgtfobbq! Is back. Kind of feels odd in a way.

Yeah, but DeadlyxMascara needs to reply first, since she hasn't replied yet to a post Pyro made as Ren. She's not on, right? (DM, I mean)

 

ooc right...no she's offline

 

oh great NOW i'm back

oh fudgcicles haha

great to see this is back ay, we never got to the dance

and i can't really rememebr what happened last but..

"A cab sounds fine", she smiled as she followed Ren