A Million Little Pieces
There’s a reason they have two weapons.
Two weapons keeps both hands full. No hand open to touch or to stroke… Hands too busy with weaponry for each other. There’s a reason Roxas and Axel were never meant to stay together. If he had one chakram, Axel’s defenses would be open. He would be killed. If Roxas only had one keyblade, he would be Sora. A fate worse than death.
There’s a reason Axel and Roxas were never meant to stay together. They had to die to stay together. They could never protect themselves if they chose each other, could never protect each other if they held hands.
The only caresses they have are laced with metal teeth and burning spikes. The closest they get to embrace is back-stabbing.
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“Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna hurt you, Rox.”
“It’s Nobody I’m afraid of.”
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Roxas is like a drug, and Axel has to has to has to have his fix. When he doesn’t, he gets a sort of itching in his palms, just beneath the surface of the skin. An itch he can’t get at, but when he holds Roxas, breathes in his scent, it melts away.
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When he moves in me, he does it harsh and fast because that’s all we have time for. We don’t have time for soft preparation and all kinds of foreplay and then resting afterwards with a cuddle and a smoke. We don’t have time. We’re moving too quickly.
We’re running out of time.
Two weapons keeps both hands full. No hand open to touch or to stroke… Hands too busy with weaponry for each other. There’s a reason Roxas and Axel were never meant to stay together. If he had one chakram, Axel’s defenses would be open. He would be killed. If Roxas only had one keyblade, he would be Sora. A fate worse than death.
There’s a reason Axel and Roxas were never meant to stay together. They had to die to stay together. They could never protect themselves if they chose each other, could never protect each other if they held hands.
The only caresses they have are laced with metal teeth and burning spikes. The closest they get to embrace is back-stabbing.
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“Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna hurt you, Rox.”
“It’s Nobody I’m afraid of.”
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Roxas is like a drug, and Axel has to has to has to have his fix. When he doesn’t, he gets a sort of itching in his palms, just beneath the surface of the skin. An itch he can’t get at, but when he holds Roxas, breathes in his scent, it melts away.
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When he moves in me, he does it harsh and fast because that’s all we have time for. We don’t have time for soft preparation and all kinds of foreplay and then resting afterwards with a cuddle and a smoke. We don’t have time. We’re moving too quickly.
We’re running out of time.