Give Me More -- Castle Oblivion [Closed]
Pain was something most relatively would of cringed at.
Axel loved it.
But it wasn’t so obvious at first, especially when those green eyes slowly fluttered open and spasm a little at the brightness of his walls. The redhead’s hair crisscrossed in different angles due to his constant tossing and turning, much more so than he usually did. Yet there was something a little different when in comparison to any other day.
It was not only the small bags under his eyes, or just the sore muscles of his arms and legs.
It was the headache.
The moment he woken up from his more than exhausted stupor, this cascade of pain rippled from his temples and all throughout the upper portion above his shoulders. He was so literally appalled at these sudden sensations that ran through his body that Axel could only give a small groan as his nausea returned and abruptly flopped back into the red sheets of his bed.
He’d only experienced something like this once before, and was closer to when his memory was barely flickering and judged his alcohol a little too much. It was an experience he had once hoped to never relive again.
… And yet part of him wondered why he didn’t do it more often.
“…” Hand sneaking out from under the covers, his fingertips glided against the softened leather material of his coat from the desk next to him and pulled it closer, slowly fishing his arm in until he managed to unzip the pocket and pulled out a familiar black notebook.
Axel didn’t have much strength to sit up at that precise moment, so he kept it nearby and traced his finger in on shapes over its smooth surface.
“Have you ever felt like this before…?” His throat croaked a little, dried and only worsened due to his condition. But he didn’t pay much attention and only continued to look at the book, very much as if it was going to reply back to him. But no tiny voice came to answer his question, so in the end Axel gave a soft sigh before finally letting the reality of his pain set into his other senses.
The pain was unimaginable…
… And yet as those awkward minutes passed by, the redhead slowly found himself wishing for them to continue flowing into him, grow in its intensity and shatter every sense he could interpret.
He grew to love it.
Because the more he felt it, the more aware he was of his own existence.
His existence.
It was as if pain was the only sensation that he could feel to slap him from this delusion of being unreal; that he was literally flesh and bone, or at least hoped to be so much that he tricked himself in feeling all of this quite well.
Whatever it was, it was absolutely luxurious.
But before he knew it he was attempting to sit up from the bed and gave a better grip on his coat, reaching into one of the other pockets to pull out another journal; his own. And followed with that came out the piece of paper Kefka gave him, taking a quick glance at it through his hangover before adding it onto his own meager friends list, a small smirk forming over his lips as he read his fellow researcher’s entry and commented on it briefly.
And now, was it necessary to write an entry of his own? Axel pondered about this, tapping the tip of his pen over his mouth for a few seconds, closing his eyes to soak in the headache that haunted the back (and front) of his mind to selfishly. But as he sat there in a daze, the redhead came to a realization.
If he had no Heart and could feel all these sensations…
… Were the Heartless able to feel pain as well?
Axel loved it.
But it wasn’t so obvious at first, especially when those green eyes slowly fluttered open and spasm a little at the brightness of his walls. The redhead’s hair crisscrossed in different angles due to his constant tossing and turning, much more so than he usually did. Yet there was something a little different when in comparison to any other day.
It was not only the small bags under his eyes, or just the sore muscles of his arms and legs.
It was the headache.
The moment he woken up from his more than exhausted stupor, this cascade of pain rippled from his temples and all throughout the upper portion above his shoulders. He was so literally appalled at these sudden sensations that ran through his body that Axel could only give a small groan as his nausea returned and abruptly flopped back into the red sheets of his bed.
He’d only experienced something like this once before, and was closer to when his memory was barely flickering and judged his alcohol a little too much. It was an experience he had once hoped to never relive again.
… And yet part of him wondered why he didn’t do it more often.
“…” Hand sneaking out from under the covers, his fingertips glided against the softened leather material of his coat from the desk next to him and pulled it closer, slowly fishing his arm in until he managed to unzip the pocket and pulled out a familiar black notebook.
Axel didn’t have much strength to sit up at that precise moment, so he kept it nearby and traced his finger in on shapes over its smooth surface.
“Have you ever felt like this before…?” His throat croaked a little, dried and only worsened due to his condition. But he didn’t pay much attention and only continued to look at the book, very much as if it was going to reply back to him. But no tiny voice came to answer his question, so in the end Axel gave a soft sigh before finally letting the reality of his pain set into his other senses.
The pain was unimaginable…
… And yet as those awkward minutes passed by, the redhead slowly found himself wishing for them to continue flowing into him, grow in its intensity and shatter every sense he could interpret.
He grew to love it.
Because the more he felt it, the more aware he was of his own existence.
His existence.
It was as if pain was the only sensation that he could feel to slap him from this delusion of being unreal; that he was literally flesh and bone, or at least hoped to be so much that he tricked himself in feeling all of this quite well.
Whatever it was, it was absolutely luxurious.
But before he knew it he was attempting to sit up from the bed and gave a better grip on his coat, reaching into one of the other pockets to pull out another journal; his own. And followed with that came out the piece of paper Kefka gave him, taking a quick glance at it through his hangover before adding it onto his own meager friends list, a small smirk forming over his lips as he read his fellow researcher’s entry and commented on it briefly.
And now, was it necessary to write an entry of his own? Axel pondered about this, tapping the tip of his pen over his mouth for a few seconds, closing his eyes to soak in the headache that haunted the back (and front) of his mind to selfishly. But as he sat there in a daze, the redhead came to a realization.
If he had no Heart and could feel all these sensations…
… Were the Heartless able to feel pain as well?