What mattered the most was remembered the least

good morning beautiful.

“Who could say. Are you bitcy all the time or…. It is a Thursday!?”

“C-Cow-lick?! I should let you know that my hair is all natural and I use no products on it, you hedgehog-looking man! And who the hell tattoos their own face?!”

“Oh? In this case I am sorry. You can’t help it” chuckled the taller, eyeing the shorter’s hair “What is wrong with my tatoos?” he asked cheerfully “You should try them too, maybe they will take people’s attention from the cowlick… Or the moose lick…” he said, staring at the blonde’s hair in an almost concerned way.

@Fillthisemptiness

“It’s called style, but it’s not like you are the one to talk. You have the most severe case of cowlick I have ever seen”

"C-Cow-lick?! I should let you know that my hair is all natural and I use no products on it, you hedgehog-looking man! And who the hell tattoos their own face?!"

Roxas sighed in defeat and regarded the sea of emerald in the man’s eyes. gods, damn it, blast everything, he was a man! A fully grown man! With muscles and a heavy jawline, long eyelashes, sure, but a man nonetheless! A man and Roxas was not even aware of his age yet something made it all okay.

Axel maneuvered them both so they were sitting on the couch again with a little bit of space between them. He kept himself from touching Roxas, knowing that he’d loose control again if he did. 

Roxas opened his mouth to speak but no sounds came out, how could they anyway? This were Axel, of all people, Axel. Roxas realized swiftly he didn’t even know the man’s age, but with brief calculations, the tiny, still functioning part of his brain decided that the readhead should be around twenty-five.

Axel’s hands threaded through Roxas’ blond hair and buried his face into the locks, savoring the sheer nearness of the other boy. “I’m perfectly okay with it…” he managed to say through his tears. 

Roxas sighed in defeat and regarded the sea of emerald in the man's eyes. gods, damn it, blast everything, he was a man! A fully grown man! With muscles and a heavy jawline, long eyelashes, sure, but a man nonetheless! A man and Roxas was not even aware of his age yet something made it all okay.

Axel’s heart nearly broke as he glanced at Roxas. For some reason, he wasn’t cold anymore and a burning heat ran through his body. He literally threw his cigarette out the window and pulled the blond as close to his body as possible. “I feel it too, Roxas. A million times over…” Axel murmured into Roxas’ ear. 

Axel pulled a cigarette out of the half empty carton and lit up, blowing smoke angrily out the window. He watched as the rain kept pouring down, not helping his mood what so ever. Rain always managed to make him more aggravated than usual. 

Roxas locked his knees in a tighter hug and frowned as the rain did little to nothing to soothe his mood this time. There he was, the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen, looking all agitated and worried and it didn't suit him at all. So Roxas stood, unconsciously dragging a cushion along in his arms as he stood right behind the enormous giant that loomed over his window. He smelled like Marlboros and shampoo, along with a soft cologne. Roxas closed his eyes and sighed to regain his composure before he lifted his chin to look up at the man once more.

Axel sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Jesus, fuck Roxas. I know it wasn’t just me what felt like we’ve known each other for way fucking longer than a day…” he said. He got up and walked to his bag and pulled out a coin purse that did not contain coins, but an orange zippo lighter and a pack of Marlboro reds. 

"Aren't we supposed to become friends first? Of course it was uncalled for! W-we just... completely lost it, Axel..." Muttered the blond as he wrapped skinny arms around equally skinny legs in an attempt to shield from the sudden cold.

Once their lips touched, images of blazing hot fire and blue colored popsicles flashed across the back of his eyelids… But who the fuck cared, he was kissing Roxas. Finally. Though why he thought finally was a mystery. He had known the kid for less than twenty four hours. 

Roxas sat up to the speed of light and fixed his hair hurriedly, as if it was the only thing he cared about at the moment. Which, in turn, was a big fat lie. He was swimming in a multitude of emotions which all lined down to confusion.

Axel kept a smirk on his face, still very well away that Roxas was avoiding his question. “Well then kiddo, I’m still cold and my sweater is soaking wet.  What kind of host would you be if you let me freeze, huh?” he said, his tone sinking into the deep sultry tones that lead more than one unsuspecting victim into his bed. 

Roxas' breath caught into his throat. Then there was this tiny, whimpering sound and it took the boy a moment to realize it was his own voice reacting along with the heat of his cheeks. Roxas bit his lower lip as blue clashed with emerald, ears suddenly buzzing. And there was this sensation, this little voice that made everything alright. That this whole scene was familiar, that the minty scent of Axel's breath was something Roxas had known his whole life. And images flashed through his shut eyelids as their lips touched, experimentally at first. Images of black cloaks and weapons, castles flying in the skies and bitter goodbyes. And it drove Roxas insane.