where he isn't [kingdom hearts 358/2 days; axel/xion; pg-13]
title: where he isn't
author: crimsoncookie
rating: pg-13
prompt: kingdom hearts, axel/xion - claiming: so you'll never run away again
warnings: angst, implied violence, spoilers for kingdom hearts 358/2 days.
word count: 300
notes: crossposted to kh_rainyworld. thank you to yo_yo_san for the beta! ♥ this is the aftermath/teaser trailer of a much longer axel/xion fic which is, um, still not done-- but if the prompter is interested in reading it when it's complete, i can edit or comment with a link when it is? ♥ it may still be a bit, though. :x
Do you ever wish it wasn't the sunset we're watching?
She can keep pretending, if she just doesn't look back at the tower - at the empty space where he isn't. She can keep pretending and not start to shake or cry or scream (again) because then Roxas would ask her what's wrong and there'd be nothing she could ever ever do to make their world not fall apart.
Her hand climbs towards her collarbone, stops; she can't let herself reach for where a pendant should be, or even wrap fingers around a tassel - not anymore, because it won't ever be real, no matter what she dreams or remembers. She won't ever be real, no matter where she tries to run--
((You're not going anywhere.))
Somewhere close Roxas' voice is saying something about brain freeze and ate my ice cream too fast and what was that, Xion? and everything should be normal and okay and just like all the other times over the two hundred and ninety-nine days they've been sitting here staring at the sky.
It's just... sunset means night is coming.
--and once she might've added something like and don't we get enough of that back home? but if she says anything about the castle now then Roxas might wonder where he is, anyway, and then she'd have to remember how to say his name without screaming.
She curls fingers against the place where a heart won't ever beat - where three days ago he'd unzipped her coat and pressed his palm and burned five lines in a promise she can never speak aloud. Where tonight she'll feel his hands and mouth and tongue (again) because he will never want to let her run away and she will never want to go.
I wish it was dawn.
author: crimsoncookie
rating: pg-13
prompt: kingdom hearts, axel/xion - claiming: so you'll never run away again
warnings: angst, implied violence, spoilers for kingdom hearts 358/2 days.
word count: 300
notes: crossposted to kh_rainyworld. thank you to yo_yo_san for the beta! ♥ this is the aftermath/teaser trailer of a much longer axel/xion fic which is, um, still not done-- but if the prompter is interested in reading it when it's complete, i can edit or comment with a link when it is? ♥ it may still be a bit, though. :x
Do you ever wish it wasn't the sunset we're watching?
She can keep pretending, if she just doesn't look back at the tower - at the empty space where he isn't. She can keep pretending and not start to shake or cry or scream (again) because then Roxas would ask her what's wrong and there'd be nothing she could ever ever do to make their world not fall apart.
Her hand climbs towards her collarbone, stops; she can't let herself reach for where a pendant should be, or even wrap fingers around a tassel - not anymore, because it won't ever be real, no matter what she dreams or remembers. She won't ever be real, no matter where she tries to run--
((You're not going anywhere.))
Somewhere close Roxas' voice is saying something about brain freeze and ate my ice cream too fast and what was that, Xion? and everything should be normal and okay and just like all the other times over the two hundred and ninety-nine days they've been sitting here staring at the sky.
It's just... sunset means night is coming.
--and once she might've added something like and don't we get enough of that back home? but if she says anything about the castle now then Roxas might wonder where he is, anyway, and then she'd have to remember how to say his name without screaming.
She curls fingers against the place where a heart won't ever beat - where three days ago he'd unzipped her coat and pressed his palm and burned five lines in a promise she can never speak aloud. Where tonight she'll feel his hands and mouth and tongue (again) because he will never want to let her run away and she will never want to go.
I wish it was dawn.