Roxas

"They’re for you. You remind me of a sunflower." he stated reaching out a hand to gingerly touch a petal.

"And next time watch where you are walking, I might not be so forgiving later on."

"It’s nice to meet you Roxas." What an odd name. But it suited him.

"Oh! Can you wait just for a moment please?" he asked the blonde before running into the garden out back with his clippers. Soon he came back with a small bouquet of sunflowers and handed it to him.

Holding them between his palms Roxas smiled and smelt them. "I'd be lying if I said Sunflowers were one of my personal favorites, who ever you're going to give these to will surely be very happy."

 Assassin’s Creed Protagonists

;;”I thought we decided that we’d give it a try..” He said with a small smile and low sigh as he brought a finger to his face to itch it. “As I thought, it may be a bit awkward for you.” He said with a weird chuckle. Roxas was straddling Ami’s hips, he hovered over the women in a mere pair of black pants and nothing more. The two had decided in a drunk state that regardless of being the best of friends that they are, they’d ‘bring it to the bed’, but now as the two neared their conclusion it in a sobered front it became ..odd. There was no feelings attached at this moment it was really just something the two thought they’d try out, and perhaps Roxas’ was a bit to hasty with it.

"No it’s not troublesome. It’s a shame you work a lot though."

Walking out from behind the counter he held out a tender, thin fingered hand to the male. 

Tilting his head the blonde smile and gentle grasped the feminin hand. "Roxas, It's nice to finally meet the person who by

the look of these gorgeous flowers loves their job

this much.." 

…but this was only to be expected, was it not? Roxas was the enemy. 

"Well fuckin’ obviously I had plans to destroy the new guy!” He rolled his eyes, tone just as sharp as the other male’s, “unlike you, I was here first.” Childish, but he was angry and spoke before he thought. “D’you really think i’d want ta lose my job? Of course I wanted to destroy the new guy!” He spat, nails digging into his palms at just how tight his fists were clenched. 

If Roxas hadn’t called him a prick, If Axel didn’t begin yelling at him for that, they could’ve handled this well. But no, things just couldn’t work out, could they?

And then the next accusing comment? Now that struck a nerve. “Well, you didn’t need to be a fuckin’ asshole about it! Sayin’ how you were gonna talk the 'prick' down? God damn it, Roxas!” There seemed to be no end to the stringed sentences of pure rage. “I had no idea who you were! And i’ll have you damn well know that I don’t have ta sleep with anybody to be a better model than them.” Axel growled, fully aware of just how much of an ‘in demand’ model he was. Yes, to be completely fucking cocky, he knew he was good looking. “And in case ya don’t remember, blondie, you were the one all over me!” 

Truthfully, the comment about him sleeping around did hurt to some degree. Which, was why he was covering up that hurt with attacks. Axel did not sleep around with just anybody…but it sort of looked like it when he just up and got himself into a stranger’s pants, huh? There was no way he could back himself up, but again, Roxas did the same— it went both ways, so he could be accused of sleeping around just as much as Axel could. 

His anger didn’t seem to cool down any, and truthfully if he was back to couple of years earlier, when he wasn’t as mature, he’d be laying a good, hard punch to the guy’s face. Teeth bared, Axel leaned himself forward as did the blond. “You do realize that you were the one to mention ‘dessert’, yes? It was practically you who ripped my fucking pants off.” His voice toned down, and he sighed. Axel needed to keep himself in check, people were listening…and well, there was no hiding what was going on between them now. 

Rubbing at his temples with the other hand on hip, another sigh escaped him. He calmed himself down. However, when emerald eyes met Roxas’ again, they were narrowed, utterly dark and relenting. “Just you wait, Roxas. This’ll be the end of you.” Tone low, Axel held an accusing finger to the blond’s chest, before turning around with one last glare and having the door slam shut behind him. 

It took a small bit, but after a few long breaths his heart calmed down. It was beating so rapidly it felt as thought it'd burst from his chest. It wasn't the only time Axel gave him that feeling, though the last time it felt like this they were..... 

Oceanic blue eyes wandering to neck, his fingers tracing what was peaking out professional make up job. It hurt.. his chest hurt. Finally when Roxas felt as though things were going for him, they were shattered in an instant. His fingers retreated into a fist, his lip quivering at his vision went blurry with tears. "This fucking bastard... " He choked. 

The urge to smash his reflection was strong, though he knew if he was going to destroy that redheaded dick he'd have to stick around. He needed to be on his best behavior, Roxas' knew he was going to kill the director with kindness. Jumping from his thoughts the door opening slowly, Roxas standing from his seat as a small string of hope ran over him in wishes it'd be him. It wasn't. 

His managers face had the blonde frantically wiping at his face, remvoing what he could of the dried tears and swollen eyes. "I-... sorry." He hung his head and clenched his jaw awaiting the scolding of a lifetime from the man that'd been with him threw thick and thin, he waiting for the typical 'I told you so', but to his surprise all Roxas felt was a gentle embrace, his face nuzzled into the mans chest.