key of destiny.

melodiesanddancingwater:

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.”

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. 

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.” 

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. 

axel-has-no-pants:

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. 

lunaticberserker:

sunsetsandseasalt:

lunaticberserker:

“Thats true” Saix commented still trying to think of a proper punishment. Perhaps to find a new laptop since the one currently in his possession is broken from an accident from an ancient a few hours prior. Someone would have to go get the replacement anyway

The blond smiles at Saïx, nodding complacently and giving the bear a last nudge. “Where did you get him?” Roxas had seen dozens of toy shops around Twilight Town, but he didn’t see Saïx as the type to peruse toy stores in his spare time. Perhaps the man had received it as a gift, or kept it from childhood. Roxas bit back a wave of jealousy at the thought of remembering your childhood enough to want to keep a remnant of it. The boy would have given anything to remember one snippet of his former life. 

“I don’t remember where I got it from to be honest” Saix said after giving it some thought. “I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. So I guess one of my… parents got it for me when I was a kid.”

The jealousy returns with a searing ache between Roxas’s eyes, blue clouding and lips pulling down at the edges. The self-loathe is placed away when he thinks of Saïx as a child. The thought is oddly calming, and Roxas tries not to smirk at the idea of it. Saïx had been good friends with Axel when Axel was small, right? The thought of a little Saïx and a little Axel running around wreaking havoc bid Roxas smile, internally at least. “I see… Do you remember much? About your past life?” The boy knew it would only hurt him to hear of it, but he couldn’t stave his curiosity of a young Saïx and Axel. 

serenityy-love:

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lunaticberserker:

“Thats true” Saix commented still trying to think of a proper punishment. Perhaps to find a new laptop since the one currently in his possession is broken from an accident from an ancient a few hours prior. Someone would have to go get the replacement anyway

The blond smiles at Saïx, nodding complacently and giving the bear a last nudge. “Where did you get him?” Roxas had seen dozens of toy shops around Twilight Town, but he didn’t see Saïx as the type to peruse toy stores in his spare time. Perhaps the man had received it as a gift, or kept it from childhood. Roxas bit back a wave of jealousy at the thought of remembering your childhood enough to want to keep a remnant of it. The boy would have given anything to remember one snippet of his former life. 

the-traveling-musician:

“Work?” The line moves forward again. “Work is boring. Although…” Jesse pauses and taps his forehead as he thinks of the right words to say, “I get the feeling whatever work you do might be fun sometimes.” He nods, satisfied with what he said and moves forward with the line yet again. The musician looks up at the clock tower and lets out a low whistle. “Climbin’ seems worth it for the view you must get up there.” When the line moves forward again the two are at the front and Jesse hands the munny over to the woman behind the stand with a quick “Two please.” The woman seems a bit agitated at the amount of munny but she gathers the change and ice cream and hands it to Jesse. “Err, here! I’m leaving town soon so this’ll be useless to me,” Jesse says, holding out the munny to Roxas.

Roxas briefly considers giving Jesse some hint as to what he does, but instead chooses to hold his tongue. He knows deep down that it’s best not to give the boy any method to pry into the affairs of the Organization. He doesn’t want anyone asking questions, because he didn’t think Xemnas nor Saïx would approve, and facing punishment was the last thing Roxas wanted to do. When the woman scoffs at Jesse’s lump sum of munny, the boy fights to hide his glare. There was no need for that sort of expression, especially from a worker whose job it was to assist the customers. The boy would never in a million years express disdain to Saïx about receiving a mission - it was lazy and rude.

Still, he holds his tongue and waits until the woman holds the two sea-salt bars in one hand and the change in the other. Roxas doesn’t shield his surprise to see the man holding out a handful of munny. Blushing slightly, Roxas almost shakes his head before he hears the girl huff and a child in line behind them tap his foot against the ground. So Roxas manages a “Thank you very much,” and accepts the munny he doesn’t feel he’s earned, acquiring his bar from the woman and steering Jesse away, toward the clocktower. “The side-entrance leads to the stairs.” Were Jesse able, he would have summoned a dark portal. But then, he didn’t want to lose his newest friend to the darkness, now would he? 

fireflurry:

“snsetsandseasalt:

fireflurry:

sunsetsandseasalt:

Roxas blinked up at the elder boy, the face familiar as always. Still, it was always odd running into another Axel. “Hello Axel.” The boy smiled slightly; he really couldn’t help it when around one of his favourite people.

Axel did his own form of a smile in return, though many would call it a smirk. He was trying to be nice and that’s what counted, right? “Hiya Roxas. Good of y’ to remember me.” Though this wasn’t his Roxas; at least, he didn’t think so. The assassin sighed. All of these doppelgangers were a real pain in the… “Have we met before? Or are you some new blond hair, blue eyed cutie?”

The boy frowned at the term ‘cutie.’ He wasn’t cute, he was… handsome. Or something else more masculine than cute. Then again, he was used to these sorts of terms, hanging around the multitude of Axels that were his norm. “No… This is the first time.” This Axel wasn’t his Axel either, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be cordial. “What’re you up to?” He hadn’t seen this redhead around here before, so maybe he had some purpose to attend. 

“Good. I hate forgetting.” Oblivious to the other’s annoyance, he continued, “I was kind of just wandering around and hoping to find something exciting.” Sighing, he scratched right above his ear. “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you New Roxas.”

Roxas cocked an eyebrow at the elder’s choice of words. A small smile that reeked of a challenge painted across the boy’s lips. “Oh? Am I not exciting enough for you, Axel?” The other Axels, his Axel in particular, could find amusement from most anything. Namely teasing Roxas or charming anything on two legs. The boy was hardly offended at this new Axel’s word choice, more interested to see how he differed from the other Axels the blond had encountered. 

fireflurry:

sunsetsandseasalt:

Roxas blinked up at the elder boy, the face familiar as always. Still, it was always odd running into another Axel. “Hello Axel.” The boy smiled slightly; he really couldn’t help it when around one of his favourite people.

Axel did his own form of a smile in return, though many would call it a smirk. He was trying to be nice and that’s what counted, right? “Hiya Roxas. Good of y’ to remember me.” Though this wasn’t his Roxas; at least, he didn’t think so. The assassin sighed. All of these doppelgangers were a real pain in the… “Have we met before? Or are you some new blond hair, blue eyed cutie?”

The boy frowned at the term ‘cutie.’ He wasn’t cute, he was… handsome. Or something else more masculine than cute. Then again, he was used to these sorts of terms, hanging around the multitude of Axels that were his norm. “No… This is the first time.” This Axel wasn’t his Axel either, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be cordial. “What’re you up to?” He hadn’t seen this redhead around here before, so maybe he had some purpose to attend. 

the-traveling-musician:

sunsetsandseasalt:

At Jesse’s exclamation, Roxas can’t help but laugh a little. The boy reminds him in ways of Demyx; maybe he should invite Demyx to eat ice cream with him, sometimes. Despite what Axel said, the boy was at least good company. “It’s pretty packed this time of year.” Roxas shrugged then, a smile playing on his lips. “It should make you that much more excited to try some. Sea-salt ice cream is one of Twilight Town’s claims to fame.” That and those bogus 7 Wonders that the larger boy (Pence, maybe?) had cooked up on mission not too long ago. 

Jesse nods excitedly. “It’s making me so much hungrier just standi—” He stops talking as a trio of friends walk by, sea-salt ice cream in their hands and talking loudly about their plans for the next day. The musician hears his stomach rumble again and he pouts, crossing his arms over his stomach. He checks the amount of people in line again and cheers quietly when he realizes there aren’t as many people now. “You seem like an expert on this ice cream,” Jesse says as the line moves forward, grinning lightly. “Have you had it a lot?”

There’s a pause as Roxas watches the familiar trio stroll by, happy that they don’t catch sight of him. The last time he saw them, it was with Axel, and they had unfortunately pulled one over on the bigger kid Pence, and the blond could only imagine the trio wasn’t too fond of him or Axel anymore. Turning his attention back to Jesse, Roxas flushed in mild embarrassment. Was it that obvious? “Well… my best friends and I eat it just about every day after…” What could he call the missions they went on? Superior obviously wouldn’t want him expounding on the doings of the Organization to an outsider. “…work. We go up to the top of the clocktower.” He gestured offhandedly toward the tower that loomed over Station Heights. “We can go there too, once we get our ice cream, so long as you don’t mind a bit of a climb.”