Hold me secure--

[shardsofmemory]

Who: Roxas and anyone!
When: Tuesday onwards
Where: biodome, 16C, a variety of places
Summary: Roxas is testing out his flight wings, now that they've popped out, and there are shenanigans to be had! Also, Axel is having a crisis of wing color.
Rating: PG-13+
Warnings: Wing shenanigans, flying, Nobodies being fluffy and sappy

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Tuesday night, 16C

[memorizethefire]

[Axel's been quiet since they cut his wings out, massive gray feathered things that he doesn't bother to keep furled. He's lying on their bed on his stomach, staring at the wall, one wing spread out so far it's half on the ground]

[shardsofmemory]

[Roxas is still testing his by the door, arching them out as far as they can go-- they nearly stretch across the room. He glances over at Axel, then, and frowns] ....Ax? Are you okay?

[memorizethefire]

What? [Axel jerks, glancing over at him before looking back at the wall, head on his hands] Yeah, I'm fine.

[shardsofmemory]

You don't look fine. [Yeah like that isn't enough for Roxas to trail over, sliding around Axel's wing onto the bed.

Stretched out and fluffy like that, Roxas can't resist reaching out to pet the soft, downy feathers near the base of his wing, healed and bandaged at least four times now. It's softer than he thought, and he blinks in surprise, sifting his fingers through the downy fluff up the main bone of Axel's wing]