Challenge [252]: Green Eyed
Title: Green Eyed
Challenge: [252] Stolen Away
Word Count: 409
Spoilers: BBS; some Days.
He saw Isa dragged down in front of him. It’s one of the last few things he remembers of existence, right before his own spine collided with paving slabs and his vision swam and the creatures tore his heart out of his chest. He remembers hearing screaming and realising only much later that it must have been from his own throat because Isa’s face was covered in blood and he must have already been at least half gone.
So Lea, as loyal as he was, had followed Isa straight into oblivion because he was his best friend, he was his and oh gods he couldn’t lose him, no-
It takes months into their new non-lives for the image of that moment to dull in Axel’s mind. Not go- never go. It had been too much for that.
Saïx consoles him in their more isolated moments, as much as a Nobody can. He explains that if only this or that happened, then they’d be back to before, just them, as they were. Little things- venturing into further worlds, killing more Heartless, climbing to the top of the Organisation over their comrades’ corpses, those sort of things. It would all be alright, if only they did this and that.
So Axel, as loyal as Lea had been, doesn’t question his friend- just goes, happy (as much as a Nobody could be) to be somewhere on the way back to normal. Or so.
But then he starts to notice things. How far their goal stays from them, no matter how many steps they rush forward. How little Saïx explained of the reasons behind this deed or that. How little he seemed to really know of Saïx at all.
And then the day comes that they’re standing on opposite sides of a battlefield and Axel looks, really looks, at the face in front of him. And all of a sudden he realises that this isn’t Isa at all- not his Isa, anyway.
Saïx is a mask. A mask to the very core. Something that had snatched Isa away from him, even as he reached out for him desperately.
Deep down, Axel can’t help but wonder if Isa let this happen.
And so, Axel readies his chakrams.
Because if there’s one thing Lea was better at than being loyal, it was being jealous.
Because, he tells himself as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. If I can’t have Isa, nothing can.
Challenge: [252] Stolen Away
Word Count: 409
Spoilers: BBS; some Days.
He saw Isa dragged down in front of him. It’s one of the last few things he remembers of existence, right before his own spine collided with paving slabs and his vision swam and the creatures tore his heart out of his chest. He remembers hearing screaming and realising only much later that it must have been from his own throat because Isa’s face was covered in blood and he must have already been at least half gone.
So Lea, as loyal as he was, had followed Isa straight into oblivion because he was his best friend, he was his and oh gods he couldn’t lose him, no-
It takes months into their new non-lives for the image of that moment to dull in Axel’s mind. Not go- never go. It had been too much for that.
Saïx consoles him in their more isolated moments, as much as a Nobody can. He explains that if only this or that happened, then they’d be back to before, just them, as they were. Little things- venturing into further worlds, killing more Heartless, climbing to the top of the Organisation over their comrades’ corpses, those sort of things. It would all be alright, if only they did this and that.
So Axel, as loyal as Lea had been, doesn’t question his friend- just goes, happy (as much as a Nobody could be) to be somewhere on the way back to normal. Or so.
But then he starts to notice things. How far their goal stays from them, no matter how many steps they rush forward. How little Saïx explained of the reasons behind this deed or that. How little he seemed to really know of Saïx at all.
And then the day comes that they’re standing on opposite sides of a battlefield and Axel looks, really looks, at the face in front of him. And all of a sudden he realises that this isn’t Isa at all- not his Isa, anyway.
Saïx is a mask. A mask to the very core. Something that had snatched Isa away from him, even as he reached out for him desperately.
Deep down, Axel can’t help but wonder if Isa let this happen.
And so, Axel readies his chakrams.
Because if there’s one thing Lea was better at than being loyal, it was being jealous.
Because, he tells himself as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. If I can’t have Isa, nothing can.