Jul 18, 2017
Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much
He died every night to let him breathe.
Au Saix/Isa| Au Axel ☽☀☾ Written by Raka | Written by Redd ☽☀☾ personals do not reblog
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Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much
He died every night to let him breathe.
Au Saix/Isa| Au Axel ☽☀☾ Written by Raka | Written by Redd ☽☀☾ personals do not reblog
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@shigubarru @saikousu
“I won’t fucking have it, I won’t stand for it, this isn’t fucking happening. Xigbar, you better get your dimension ripping ass over here and fix it!” As if anyone could even get near him with the heat rolling off of him in visible, shimmering waves; how his own lungs didn’t burn from it was a mystery of his demonic biology.
my muse is fucking impossible no you can’t steal them and hiss like an angry dragon whenever someone comes near them have some fuckin chill man
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“You seemed to be spacing out. I thought I would move you to a safer location.”
“I’m fine?” He wriggled a little, hands grabbing at and twisting in the leather of Saix’s coat. “Put me down, dammit.”
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He is so silently judging you.
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Your Moon Saix
Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart.
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗(this)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗(is)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗(mine)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗(forever)
💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
Saix is determined to be Axel's safe place. A place he can put down all his anger, all his hurt and never be judged for it. He doesn't have to fight when he's around the assassin, and that's something he knows the other needs. A place he can lay his anger and hurt down and always be accepted. He hums in response to the thanks, his fingers still playing in the other's hair. He doesn't think words are needed right now. He merely leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of Axel's head.
Not being asked why he was exhausted, not being asked what he’d had to do this time, it was a comfort. He didn’t want to talk about it, he just wanted to put it aside and move on. Saix seemed to understand this without needing to be told, and Axel was just so very grateful for it. Words really couldn’t do the feeling justice, so he didn’t bother trying. He only nestled closer and relaxed further... and before long, he was asleep.
Saix held the other closely, refusing to let him go. He could tell he was exhausted and part of him had wished he could go with. But he had been told no, refused due to the fact his presence may cause the mission to fail. Instead, he lets the others head rest on his chest, his hands gently playing with the red locks.
The silence is a comfortable one, the tension of what he had endured slowly melting away in the other’s embrace. Infernally hot breath brushed Saix’s chest, Axel’s even, steady breathing as he calmed and half dozed. A demon the redhead may have been, but it didn’t darken his heart. The work he did hurt him often, and not in ways that left physical marks. But as long as he could find comfort in the shelter of someone’s arms, he would be able to keep going. He gave Saix a nuzzle, before murmuring a single word, but saying so much more with it.
“Thanks.”