melodiesanddancingwater started following you.

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sunsetsandseasalt:

Roxas couldn’t help the way his head tilted at the sight of the familiar water wielder. A smile tinged the boy’s lips, pulling the edges up. “Shouldn’t you be off on a mission, Demyx?” Goofing off as usual, it seemed. 

“No. I don’t have a mission today. Anyways, I’m hanging out with Zexion.”

Zexion? Roxas felt his eyebrows raise. Bookworm Zexion? An bit of an odd couple. But then again, he and Axel probably weren’t what you would consider a normal pair either. The keybearer was more surprised that Zexion hung out with people than anything, really. “I stand corrected.” The boy shrugged, easily. “I’m waiting on Axel and Xion to get back from their mission.”

sitar-melody started following you.

The blond blinked at the boy before him, his face vaguely familiar. Had he seen him around campus before? He was sure he wouldn’t soon forget hair like that. “Hi…” Roxas offered a hesitant smile. He was terribly shy with new people; Sora loved to tease him for it, too. “I think I’ve seen you around… in one of my classes, maybe? I’m Roxas. Freshman.” He offered a hand, blue eyes gazing upward. 

melodiesanddancingwater started following you.

Roxas couldn’t help the way his head tilted at the sight of the familiar water wielder. A smile tinged the boy’s lips, pulling the edges up. “Shouldn’t you be off on a mission, Demyx?” Goofing off as usual, it seemed. 

lunaticberserker:

Saix was silent for a moment. “Mainly…” he said, it appears to be a difficult topic to speak about even for the diviner. “The day that I… had lost my heart to the darkness…”

A sadness built in Roxas’s abdomen, icing his insides. A sadness he wasn’t supposed to be able to feel, that much he knew from Xemnas’s expounding on the subject. “I’m sorry,” the boy began. “You don’t have to tell me about it if it upsets you so.” 

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i-fight-for-you-my-goddess

Roxas… was quite sure this girl was Xion. But there were so many nuances that failed to line up with the image he had for the girl. The blond’s head tilted, lips pursing in thought and eyes widening - in hope that he was correct in his assumption. “Xion?” 

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lunaticberserker:

“Some things yes, but quite a few memories faded as time went by. I don’t even remember what my.. parents looked like anymore” Saix admitted, “However… there are a few things I would have rather forgotten…” 

Roxas considered a previously unbidden thought - perhaps Nobodies like Saïx and Axel had it worse than someone like Roxas. To know you had parents who loved you, who raised you, who held you to protect you from your nightmares and who gave you stuffed animals - but to not remember their faces or their names. To remember nothing but what the scarce patches of memory would allow. Roxas frowned at Saïx’s unfinished thought. “What sorts of things?” Perhaps he was pushing, but Roxas wanted to know; needed to know. 

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axel-has-no-pants started following you

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sunsetsandseasalt:

Roxas’s world came to an abrupt, screeching halt as lips pressed together and chests were laid flat to one another. The blond could do little more than lie there and melt as Axel pressed gingerly forward, with slow caresses of lips and a soft stroking at blond, disheveled hair. It wasn’t that it was unwelcome, but despite how much Roxas had come to accept what they were doing, the shock of it still rendered him defenseless. 

It wasn’t often that Roxas was in these sorts of situations, and this one left him far too boneless to take much initiative into the kiss. The boy pressed back tentatively, feeling the butterflies that fluttered about in his stomach at the touch. He was nervous, certainly, but this was Axel. He could trust Axel not to do anything to hurt him… Especially given the soft, easy movements he was exerting now. 

Raising both hands to cup Axel’s face, Roxas moved into the kiss again, one thumb tracing gingerly over the upside down teardrop beneath one green eye, and the other hand tarrying farther back, twining into bright red strands. At the tongue against his lips, and the thumb at his cheek, Roxas froze. Why… oh. In the split second it took him to realize what the redhead was after, Roxas flushed further. 

He waged a tiny mental battle with himself over just how far this could go if he assented - and quickly decided it didn’t matter to him. He trusted Axel. And with that thought in his head, Roxas parted his lips and leaned upward, allowing space should the redhead’s tongue desire to slip past his lips’ seam. 

The knee wedging his legs apart went unnoticed for now; Roxas was far too engrossed in Axel’s tongue to care about much of anything else. 

A wide smile spread across Axel’s face as Roxas responded, the stretch of his lips made it a little difficult to kiss because he just wanted to laugh giddily that Roxas seemed to be okay with this so far. Attempting to gain a little restraint over his happiness, he focused on Roxas. Running long fingers through the soft blond strands of hair reassuringly he slipped his tongue between soft, parted lips, and began to slowly slide it in and out of the blonde’s mouth, longer pauses each time as he let his tongue hesitantly explore, making sure this was still okay before he pressed further.

He applied more pressure to Roxas’ thighs, hoping the blonde would stay relaxed and spread them further so he could settle down between them.

Roxas’s thighs remained where they were, the blond’s non-existant resolve to fight fluttering away as Axel’s tongue examined his mouth thoroughly. The blond keened softly when Axel drew away for a few seconds too long, the boy taking matters into his own hands and sealing their lips together again. The blond’s tongue raised to meet Axel’s, Roxas sighing softly at the contact and stroking more at Axel’s cheeks, one hand moving back to tangle in red hair and tug fitfully at the strands. 

Axel’s fingers in Roxas’s hair made the boy shiver, body heating and cheeks flushing and eyes slipping shut to avoid looking at Axel’s face - their actions alone were getting Roxas entirely too flustered. One look at the redhead and he could spontaneously combust. The hand at Axel’s cheek grew bored with its endeavour and steered farther south, Roxas memorizing the swell of Axel’s collarbone from the thin shoulders around it. His fingers lightly traced the bone before his hand wrapped around Axel’s neck, pulling gingerly and silently pleading for more.