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Merging Pieces [Kingdom Hearts, Axel+Roxas,
30_forbidden #30 Close]
[Title] Merging Pieces
[Fandom] Kingdom Hearts
[Pairing] Axel+Roxas
[Theme]
30_forbidden #30, Close. Theme List
[Genre] General, a little bit fluffy and a little bit sad. [again pfft.]
[Rating] PG
[Summary] Axel's thoughts wander as Roxas naps on top of him.
[Word Count] 243
[Spoilers] None, I think.
[Author] Fic Journal →
owninglamers☆
teagueful ← Personal Journal.
[Beta]
jorgan
[A/N] Liek wau, I have been doing so much RP lately I haven't written anything. I am currently working on #02, Sweets. . . It's smut and I am always really slow with that kinda stuff. LMAO. This took me less than half an hour, and I am quite fond of it. I hope you like it too. And if you do, I hope you COMMENT! :D
Axel lounged across a couch, leaning back against a pillow with his feet propped on the opposite arm of the couch. He let his head droop back as he stare at the dark gray ceiling of his room. Silence filled the dimly lit room, broken occasionally by a stir or a soft breath.
His arm was wrapped around the waist of a blond napping peacefully on top of him. Roxas had a fist balled in the thick leather of Axel’s coat, probably unaware. It was as if he was afraid of letting go, forever pulling Axel closer and closer until the space between them was none.
Axel was confused by the way he felt so drawn towards the blond. A part of him wanted to love Roxas, to give Roxas what it is that he needed - yet that was something Axel himself didn't have.
He didn't have a heart, which he longed to give Roxas; nor did he have the emotion to go with it. He could not feel love, despite how many times he wanted to tell himself that it's not true, that he in fact, did love Roxas.
So the two of them relied on physicality; the one thing that their relationship did have. When one cannot experience emotion, cannot feel love, but can only feel the touch of skin upon skin; it becomes a battle of who can pull who closer, until two broken pieces merge to make a whole.