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Kingdom Hearts, "Nest" (Axel/Roxas)
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shoiryu because she's tired of hearts and existential wangst and for libekory for suggesting the prompt "candlelight and kittens." Unfortunately, Axel ate all the kittens en route to the fic.
.nest.
"Your room is like a mausoleum," Axel said. "You'd think someone died in here."
Roxas had been in a mausoleum once; still and quiet, serene. He wished his room was more like a mausoleum, but that would involve getting Axel to leave, and once he'd rooted himself, he never did. "There's nothing wrong with my room."
The redhead allowed, "I suppose some serial killers might find it charming."
"You're not one of those?"
Axel only grinned broadly. He was sprawled in a long spiderweb of limbs on the stark white sofa that had been in the room when it was given to Roxas, very nearly the only accessory in the younger Nobody's possession. The walls were unrelieved, the floor a dull pearl without so much as a rug. In both rooms, this external chamber and his bedroom within, Axel was the only color in the room.
Axel and a single lamp, by the table next to scarlet spikes of his hair.
"Do you ever come here except to sleep?"
"I have to chase you out routinely."
"Do you ever come here except to sleep and to flirt with me?" Axel corrected, his lips quirking up smugly. Roxas didn't care to dignify that with an answer, so he turned and stalked in a tight restless circle. As if on cue, Axel added, "What's up with this lamp anyway? I didn't think you were much for home decor."
He'd picked it up on a whim, traveling through some world; he can't even remember which one. The body of the lamp was small and rounded, and it didn't give off much light, but it had a peculiar gold radiance that suffused the air in that corner. Roxas found it... comforting to look at, to be near.
He would die before saying so. "It's a lamp. Are they prohibited?"
Axel seemed to dismiss the concern. "Sit down. Relax. You'd think we weren't friends."
Why do you say things like that? He spoke testingly, as if gauging Roxas's reaction to it. "I don't feel like relaxing."
"Because you live in a tomb." Axel got to his feet, waved. "C'mon, come to my room. It actually looks like someone lives there."
Their chambers are a study in contrasts; Roxas's white and spartan and cold, and somehow Axel's seem to be different, as if connected to some more luxurious, more forgiving world instead of Never Was. It was dimly-lit and shrouded, warm and filled with things -- pillows and blankets, draperies, knicknacks, dark rich furniture. There was a different kind of silence in the air. Roxas mouthed a word, testing it. Comfortable. Maybe even cozy.
Axel drifted into the room, waving his arms generously. "You're always welcome to be here if you need to relax. You know that, right?"
Roxas made a faint humming sound in recognition, almost a hum, and crossed over to the couch. He took a seat, more collected than Axel had bothered to appear in his room, and promptly sank into the deep, soft cushions. Practically surrounded by the softness, he tried not to be distracted. "It's too dark."
"I like to work by candlelight. Candlelight. It creates atmosphere, yeah?" Axel snapped, sending up candles in all corners of the room and the lamp on the table. "They're all, soothing, and anyway, tip one of those babies over and the whole room'll light up like a bonfire. No one messes around in my lair without paying the price..."
He was going to listen, he really was, but the cadence of Axel's voice and the flickering of the light and the softness all around and the warmth that almost, almost chased away the cold in his bones... Well, Roxas thought, he'd close his eyes for just a moment.
Just a moment.
shoiryu because she's tired of hearts and existential wangst and for libekory for suggesting the prompt "candlelight and kittens." Unfortunately, Axel ate all the kittens en route to the fic..nest.
"Your room is like a mausoleum," Axel said. "You'd think someone died in here."
Roxas had been in a mausoleum once; still and quiet, serene. He wished his room was more like a mausoleum, but that would involve getting Axel to leave, and once he'd rooted himself, he never did. "There's nothing wrong with my room."
The redhead allowed, "I suppose some serial killers might find it charming."
"You're not one of those?"
Axel only grinned broadly. He was sprawled in a long spiderweb of limbs on the stark white sofa that had been in the room when it was given to Roxas, very nearly the only accessory in the younger Nobody's possession. The walls were unrelieved, the floor a dull pearl without so much as a rug. In both rooms, this external chamber and his bedroom within, Axel was the only color in the room.
Axel and a single lamp, by the table next to scarlet spikes of his hair.
"Do you ever come here except to sleep?"
"I have to chase you out routinely."
"Do you ever come here except to sleep and to flirt with me?" Axel corrected, his lips quirking up smugly. Roxas didn't care to dignify that with an answer, so he turned and stalked in a tight restless circle. As if on cue, Axel added, "What's up with this lamp anyway? I didn't think you were much for home decor."
He'd picked it up on a whim, traveling through some world; he can't even remember which one. The body of the lamp was small and rounded, and it didn't give off much light, but it had a peculiar gold radiance that suffused the air in that corner. Roxas found it... comforting to look at, to be near.
He would die before saying so. "It's a lamp. Are they prohibited?"
Axel seemed to dismiss the concern. "Sit down. Relax. You'd think we weren't friends."
Why do you say things like that? He spoke testingly, as if gauging Roxas's reaction to it. "I don't feel like relaxing."
"Because you live in a tomb." Axel got to his feet, waved. "C'mon, come to my room. It actually looks like someone lives there."
Their chambers are a study in contrasts; Roxas's white and spartan and cold, and somehow Axel's seem to be different, as if connected to some more luxurious, more forgiving world instead of Never Was. It was dimly-lit and shrouded, warm and filled with things -- pillows and blankets, draperies, knicknacks, dark rich furniture. There was a different kind of silence in the air. Roxas mouthed a word, testing it. Comfortable. Maybe even cozy.
Axel drifted into the room, waving his arms generously. "You're always welcome to be here if you need to relax. You know that, right?"
Roxas made a faint humming sound in recognition, almost a hum, and crossed over to the couch. He took a seat, more collected than Axel had bothered to appear in his room, and promptly sank into the deep, soft cushions. Practically surrounded by the softness, he tried not to be distracted. "It's too dark."
"I like to work by candlelight. Candlelight. It creates atmosphere, yeah?" Axel snapped, sending up candles in all corners of the room and the lamp on the table. "They're all, soothing, and anyway, tip one of those babies over and the whole room'll light up like a bonfire. No one messes around in my lair without paying the price..."
He was going to listen, he really was, but the cadence of Axel's voice and the flickering of the light and the softness all around and the warmth that almost, almost chased away the cold in his bones... Well, Roxas thought, he'd close his eyes for just a moment.
Just a moment.
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