[Incomplete]
Who: Roxas, Axel
When: night of the ball
Where: Teh Ball
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, tba.
Summary: Two feuding ex-lovers + social situation = lulz.
This had been a bad idea. He knew that, of course, which was why he'd already made up his mind not to go, guilty over the people that had so wanted him to be there, but the other him was going and that counted for something, didn't it? He wouldn't have been good company anyway. Hadn't been good company, now that he was here for whatever reason, standing against the wall and scanning the crowd and politely but firmly refusing anyone who tried to get him to dance.
Well.
Not for whatever reason.
He knew exactly why he was here. Why the Keys wouldn't stop ringing. Why it felt like there was a pressure on his chest. He could tell himself it was simple reconnaisance and the chance to spy on the Organization, but that wasn't really it.
He was there because he was stupid and stubborn and futilely searching for that flash of spiky red hair. Just to see. Just to watch, if Axel would even show up, if he would show up alone or in company, if if if. If he was still licking Zexion's boots. If he was really following Xemnas' orders. If there was anything to see at all.
Larxene had asked him to wait so he had, skipping out on the duel. Part of him was relieved. Part of him was sick at the thought of accidentally going too far, with what a Keyblade could do to a Nobody.
Part of him was demanding a damn rematch right here and now, and was only hoping to catch a glimpse of Axel so he could re-schedule.
When: night of the ball
Where: Teh Ball
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, tba.
Summary: Two feuding ex-lovers + social situation = lulz.
This had been a bad idea. He knew that, of course, which was why he'd already made up his mind not to go, guilty over the people that had so wanted him to be there, but the other him was going and that counted for something, didn't it? He wouldn't have been good company anyway. Hadn't been good company, now that he was here for whatever reason, standing against the wall and scanning the crowd and politely but firmly refusing anyone who tried to get him to dance.
Well.
Not for whatever reason.
He knew exactly why he was here. Why the Keys wouldn't stop ringing. Why it felt like there was a pressure on his chest. He could tell himself it was simple reconnaisance and the chance to spy on the Organization, but that wasn't really it.
He was there because he was stupid and stubborn and futilely searching for that flash of spiky red hair. Just to see. Just to watch, if Axel would even show up, if he would show up alone or in company, if if if. If he was still licking Zexion's boots. If he was really following Xemnas' orders. If there was anything to see at all.
Larxene had asked him to wait so he had, skipping out on the duel. Part of him was relieved. Part of him was sick at the thought of accidentally going too far, with what a Keyblade could do to a Nobody.
Part of him was demanding a damn rematch right here and now, and was only hoping to catch a glimpse of Axel so he could re-schedule.