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KH: Mechanics
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (II)
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Fake regret and mechanical comfort.
Roxas could have just materialised in Axel's room, without so much as a by your leave, but he chose to appear just outside and knock on the door. It seemed more polite, somehow, even if that shouldn't really have been an issue between any of them. When Axel didn't respond, though, he opened the door and looked inside. He was there: sprawled over his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"What are you sulking about?" he asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. Axel didn't tell him to get out, at least, though he was still holding his chakrams, turning them in lazy circles.
"Go away, Roxas," he said, without turning to look at him. Roxas rolled his eyes.
"You just got back, huh? How did it go?"
"Bloodily," Axel said, blankly. The chakrams were, indeed, on closer inspection, still blood stained.
"And you're... upset about it?" Roxas asked, carefully. "Axel, we don't -- "
"I know, I know, I have no right to be upset about it. And I'm not upset about it." Axel waved one of the chakrams around as if for emphasis, but he made no move to stop his sulking. Roxas rolled his eyes again.
"So why are you sulking? Because you're not upset about it?"
There was a long pause. Axel still didn't move, but he did something with his hands, like a complicated flip, and the chakrams vanished. "No," he said, finally, turning his head just a little. "Because I still wouldn't be upset about it if I killed you."
Roxas didn't say anything for a moment, either. Then he crossed the room, very deliberately, sitting down on the bed. His voice was quiet. "It looks as if you would," he said.
Axel still didn't move. He didn't even seem to blink. "I couldn't be, though, could I?"
"I don't know," Roxas said, and he scooted back onto the bed and tugged at Axel, pulled him up so that Axel's head rested in his lap. He ran his fingers through Axel's red hair: it was going through the motions of comfort, and yet Axel's eyes closed and something of the tension in him eased away.
"I'd try to be," Axel said.
"I know," Roxas said, and his hands didn't pause in their methodical, mechanical motions.
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Fake regret and mechanical comfort.
Roxas could have just materialised in Axel's room, without so much as a by your leave, but he chose to appear just outside and knock on the door. It seemed more polite, somehow, even if that shouldn't really have been an issue between any of them. When Axel didn't respond, though, he opened the door and looked inside. He was there: sprawled over his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"What are you sulking about?" he asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. Axel didn't tell him to get out, at least, though he was still holding his chakrams, turning them in lazy circles.
"Go away, Roxas," he said, without turning to look at him. Roxas rolled his eyes.
"You just got back, huh? How did it go?"
"Bloodily," Axel said, blankly. The chakrams were, indeed, on closer inspection, still blood stained.
"And you're... upset about it?" Roxas asked, carefully. "Axel, we don't -- "
"I know, I know, I have no right to be upset about it. And I'm not upset about it." Axel waved one of the chakrams around as if for emphasis, but he made no move to stop his sulking. Roxas rolled his eyes again.
"So why are you sulking? Because you're not upset about it?"
There was a long pause. Axel still didn't move, but he did something with his hands, like a complicated flip, and the chakrams vanished. "No," he said, finally, turning his head just a little. "Because I still wouldn't be upset about it if I killed you."
Roxas didn't say anything for a moment, either. Then he crossed the room, very deliberately, sitting down on the bed. His voice was quiet. "It looks as if you would," he said.
Axel still didn't move. He didn't even seem to blink. "I couldn't be, though, could I?"
"I don't know," Roxas said, and he scooted back onto the bed and tugged at Axel, pulled him up so that Axel's head rested in his lap. He ran his fingers through Axel's red hair: it was going through the motions of comfort, and yet Axel's eyes closed and something of the tension in him eased away.
"I'd try to be," Axel said.
"I know," Roxas said, and his hands didn't pause in their methodical, mechanical motions.
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