name's axel, got it memorized?

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soft angst

Axel had to try hard not to roll his eyes, greens flickering with dark amusement and his lips curling saccharin sweet at the concern in Balthier’s tone. It was almost adorable how the Hume still seemed to think him so easily defeated -- though their first ever meeting could be at the base of this quick concern -- and though the deep, ragged wound adorning his arm and his side would’ve proven fatal for any mere mortal, Axel was made of hardier stuff than them. 

soft angst

Lea stilled at the request, blinking rapidly in obvious surprise.  Perhaps he shouldn’t have been, though—- hearts knew their last mission had been draining mentally as well as physically, and looking at Sora now it wasn’t hard to see the signs of exhaustion all over the boy’s face – even his spikes seemed to be drooping – en exhaustion he was sure was mirrored on his own features too. 

Touch was still such a … delicate issue to him, though.  There’d been a time, long in the past, where Lea had been as tactile as Sora with his friends; not shying away from a friendly pat on the shoulder, an elbow squeeze, ruffling someone’s hair or even pulling them into a brief hug.  That was before, however—- before Ansem and Xemnas and the Organisation, where every touch had been calculated, manipulative or even violent, with a few exceptions. 

But Sora had asked instead of just going in for the kill—- undoubtedly, if Lea said no, he was certain enough the brunette would back off. Green eyes searched blue – so reminiscent of Roxas’ eyes it made his heart twinge in his chest, breath hitching just a little – and when he found nothing but goodwill, a cautious sort of hope and everything else that made Sora exactly who he was, he felt himself exhale gently through his nose.

One hug couldn’t hurt.  Might as well start getting used to it again, right? 

soft angst gone terribly wrong

“ The 21st niiiiight of September … “

Terribly loud and terribly off-key, Axel’s voice drifted through the space of the karaoke bar, joined by the equally loud and equally off-key tones of his partner in crime tucked firmly into his side, both swaying comically to the beat.  Neither Reno nor him them were actually as drunk as they appeared to be, of course; nights off were terribly rare and often interrupted—- which meant they couldn’t really afford to get completely shit-faced ( as opposed to just slightly hammered ) in case something arose. 

Until then, though, Axel was fully enjoying acting it up to the max, belting out the next line with just as much gusto—- wide, drunken grin plastered all over his face as green eyes scanned the crowd to take in the increasingly angry glares and pained winces they were getting completely butchering this song. 

     “ Ey, c’mon folks ‘s the chorus comin’ uuup~!! E’ryone sh’d sing along! “ He interjected between Reno blaring out lyrics Axel was pretty sure were not actually part of the song – too dirty by half, for one – his own grin widening to an almost alarming degree. 

Three. Two. One –

hiya folks!  so i’ve finally decided i want to move my muse from this side blog to his very own main blog in order for me to more easily reach out and follow back and so i can keep my two blogs a little more separate.  i’ve been having some anxiety being here lately and though i sure don’t plan on abandoning axel, i do want to give myself some breathing space.

what does this mean for my threads & established connections?  every starter and ongoing thread i haven’t replied to yet will be moved to this new blog along with the connections i’ve already built. this isn’t a fresh start so much as me wanting to give this arsonist his very own space 8D replies that are owed to me will still show up in my notes here and i’ll move those to the new blog as well so don’t hesitate to just continue replying to our ongoing threads!

in regards to memes, i will also be taking the smut memes i still owe to my new blog and probably the touch memes -- the sentence starters i will still attempt to reply to here and if you want to put it in a thread go ahead and i’ll reply to it on my new blog! i don’t plan on deleting this one, just archiving it. 

the url will most likely remain the same! once the blog and its pages are up i will provide a link here. 

at the moment, until this is done, i will put my replies on hold ( except for memes ), as i also kind of want to take a general break from tumblr ( probably won’t be more than a few days to a week max though ).  

fyi here are the threads/starters i still owe & will be taking along:

emotional sentence starters

To say those words took Lea by surprise was a vast understatement. As if hit by a freezing spell, his arm stopped mid motion, head swiveling towards Ienzo to stare at him with wide, uncertain eyes.  Can I trust you?  In its essence a simple question, needing merely a yes or no reply ——- but in truth …

In truth, he didn’t know.  With everything that has happened between them, this tentative attempt at a friendship still so fragile and new, apologies said but issues far from resolved, was there space for trust?  Could Lea trust Ienzo? Could he trust himself? Was it really up to him to answer this? But well, he was trying to be better too, trying to face all the difficulties that came with having his heart back after ten years of nothing, the good and the bad, trying to make up for all the shit he’d wrought; and perhaps he owed Ienzo a little more consideration to try than most. 

this was sent ages ago i’m sorry!

It’s not working, it’s not working no matter how hard he tries, all his nerves scraped raw, all that balled up anger, self loathing, guilt and fear he’s tried for weeks to control, to ignore, to subjugate by focusing on his training crowding his mind, his thoughts, taking hold of his lungs and his heart until the frantic beat of it is all he hears, head spinning from lack of oxygen because he somehow can’t seem to make his keyblade appear like it should.  

Rationally, Lea knows -- or would know -- that it might come from overthinking the entire affair; knows it’s an instinct and not something to force.  But the bigger part, that part currently overwhelmed by everything he’s been keeping down can’t help but believe that this will be the moment they’ll finally come to their senses about him; the moment they’ll finally decide he’s not cut out for this after all, not deserving of a chance to redeem himself for his past mistakes, not fit to be a hero. 

Just another failure. 

Over the ringing in his ears and the horribly wheezing breaths he’s trying to force past constricted lungs, he doesn’t hear Kairi’s words until she’s got a hand on his shoulder, making him look up into her slightly stricken features, a concerned gaze -- when did he end up on his knees? -- his hand automatically reaching up to curl around her arm in an effort to ground himself somehow.  Just breathe, she says, and he forces another breath past, and another, and another until the pressure starts to ease and the air flows freer. 

emotional sentence starters

     What a thing to ask ... and Axel wasn’t sure which option was worse -- whether the reason prompting that question was because his employer was simply perceptive ( too curious ) or whether it was just that plain to see.

     Every day. That would be the truth.  Even when he’d been laying low, even when he’d been making a name and reputation in other cities, even when he’d been traipsing around the continents looking for any hint, any sign, any rumour of another finger.  Wondering how he was doing, what he was thinking, whether he was still thinking of Axel too ... 

    Though with the way he’d left, he didn’t think any of Saix thoughts towards him would be very charitable. Gaia if he didn’t still feel guilty about that; so deeply sometimes it almost consumed him. 

Her brows knitted together, hearing his SASSY response…  

even though she was staring him down, it didn’t seem like he was going to give it up.  

“UGH……..What is it you WANT?  …”

“    No—-    that’s  alright,    I    probably  should’a  asked    first  if  you  were  alright  talking  about  it  before  jumping  the  gun.    ”    There  was  a  sheepish  smile  in  place,    a  little  embarrassed  for  his    lack  of  forethought,    but  that  was  pushed  aside  soon  enough  as  the  other  took  a  seat  at  his  side.

With  thoughtful  hum,    Sora  turned  his  head,    following  Lea’s  lead  and  raising  his  gaze  skyward.    “    Nah,    usually  it’s  the  other  way  around.    Apparently  I  have  a    ‘bad  habit  of    leaping  before  I  look’,    whatever  that  means.    ”    And  there  was  a  playfulness  to  his  tone  now  as  Sora’s  smile    found  its  way  home,    that  had  lifted  his  spirits  a  little.

“ You’ll remember the asking next time instead of springing it on me----, “  Lea reached out to lightly pat the kid on his shoulder, conciliatory and light, before leaning back on his elbows and stretching his legs out in front of him.  “ ‘sides, they told me it helps to talk about it, so perhaps being asked about it wouldn’t be that bad, “ not that he didn’t have his doubts about that, of course, but hell.  Whatever worked, he supposed.