I tried my best to be guarded
Who: Roxas and Axel
When: Slightly backdated to early morning, November 11
Where: The top of some building in a respectable sector
Summary: Roxas isn't done freaking out over Ventus, but BFF has hunted him down anyway
Warning: Possible Birth by Sleep spoilers but not big ones
[Roxas isn't sure how long he's been here, but the sky is starting to get lighter to the East, and he ran off alone before siren last night, so it must have been a while, even if it doesn't feel like it. He's also not sure how he ended up here-for a while he was walking, and fighting, and now he's just sitting, waiting for the sun to rise and wondering where he fits in this world.
Who is that boy? Why does he have Roxas' face? They're questions he should have asked as soon as he heard of Ventus, questions he did wonder about idly, but never in a serious way. The existence of his double, even after Roxas stopped chalking it up to Terra's brain damage, has never been concrete to him in the way that Sora was. And now it's all he can think about.
Ventus is real. So what does that make Roxas? Is he even half of the half-person he thought he was? He's sure his friends would tell him yes, that it doesn't matter, but that clenched feeling in his chest just won't let up, and he can't even think of trying to talk about it yet. So he doesn't go home; he just sits and waits, without being sure of what he's waiting for.]
When: Slightly backdated to early morning, November 11
Where: The top of some building in a respectable sector
Summary: Roxas isn't done freaking out over Ventus, but BFF has hunted him down anyway
Warning: Possible Birth by Sleep spoilers but not big ones
[Roxas isn't sure how long he's been here, but the sky is starting to get lighter to the East, and he ran off alone before siren last night, so it must have been a while, even if it doesn't feel like it. He's also not sure how he ended up here-for a while he was walking, and fighting, and now he's just sitting, waiting for the sun to rise and wondering where he fits in this world.
Who is that boy? Why does he have Roxas' face? They're questions he should have asked as soon as he heard of Ventus, questions he did wonder about idly, but never in a serious way. The existence of his double, even after Roxas stopped chalking it up to Terra's brain damage, has never been concrete to him in the way that Sora was. And now it's all he can think about.
Ventus is real. So what does that make Roxas? Is he even half of the half-person he thought he was? He's sure his friends would tell him yes, that it doesn't matter, but that clenched feeling in his chest just won't let up, and he can't even think of trying to talk about it yet. So he doesn't go home; he just sits and waits, without being sure of what he's waiting for.]