fic: blister in the sun
Title: Blister in the Sun
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: RokuAxelRoku, Zemyx and SoRiKai mentioned
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama
Rating: T
Summary: I do like Roxas. I like his boldness. I like that he’s completely in charge of his emotions to the point where he’s struck a fine balance between his masculinity and his sexuality.
Six: Change Your Mind
I stare at Roxas all through English the next day, wondering what his fantasies are like. I’d ask him, but by the way he gets flustered, I doubt he’d give me a straight answer.
We’re finishing up Twelfth Night, but Roxas isn’t reading Cesario/Viola’s part today, even though I volunteered to read Orsino. “Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times thou never shouldst love woman like to me,” I read, ignoring the girl sitting in front of me. Roxas is smiling at his text, and when she reads, he mouths the words, “And all those sayings will I overswear.”
The girl, a friend of Vanilla Pudding, seems annoyed, but doesn’t get the hint because she corners me after class and asks me if I’d like to walk her home. To her credit, she doesn’t drop obvious hints about what she really wants from me. As she walks down the hall, politely rejected, I expect a vat of chocolate pudding to be dumped on her, but nothing.
“Zexion wants to know if Roxas has changed your mind yet,” Demyx says when I find him at lunch. Zexion, with his nose in a book, looks like he couldn’t care less. It’s Demyx who really wants to know.
“Remind Zexion that it took more than a few days for you to change his mind,” I reply.
Zexion tears his eyes away from his book and actually says, “What are you implying, Axel?” which is about three more words in a row than I’ve ever heard him speak.
“Aren’t you and Demyx...?” I start. When did I first assume that Zexion and Demyx were together?
“Demyx and I...” Zexion continues. Demyx looks about as flustered as Roxas the day before, frozen in hesitation. It’s a weird sort of tableau that no one else is paying much attention to, but Demyx takes two shaking steps forward like there are a million people watching him and carefully leans in, touching his lips to Zexion’s faint smile.
Larxene watches the whole thing without uttering a comment, but gives me a look that says I haven’t avoided the question yet. But at least I have more time to think about it.
I do like Roxas. I like his boldness. I like that he’s completely in charge of his emotions to the point where he’s struck a fine balance between his masculinity and his sexuality. But even though I’ve been training my thought process to eliminate the blaring fact that Roxas is a guy, it doesn’t stop me from questioning myself.
I follow him home after school again, and he slows his pace, stooping down to pick up his skateboard when he notices me.
“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” he says suddenly, as we walk up the driveway to his house.
“Zexion and Demyx?” I ask, somehow knowing that he’d been watching, too. Knowing what he meant. “No. I thought it had already happened. I... I don’t care about people’s preferences, really.”
“There are people in Radiant Garden who aren’t all that tolerate,” he says, his voice faintly warning.
“I know.” I want to remind him that I stuck up for Sora, even though I didn’t know the story.
“People think my cousin’s going to Sin,” he says, again reading my thoughts. “It bothers them that he’s in an unconventional relationship. It’s hard for some of our friends to get it, even though they tolerate it, now.” He opens his front door and goes immediately to the fridge. “Sora and Riku were always really close, and then Kairi showed up, and Sora... he noticed her. He was scared, though. Nervous. Riku helped him get over it, but they didn’t let it go. Kairi sort of understood and didn’t want to take that away from either of them, even though she had really strong feelings for Sora.” He shrugs, pulling out a can of Gravira and tossing it in the sink. From the very back he produces two bottles of Red Nocturne and hands me one.
We sit for a long time in his room in comfortable silence, studying for tests in separate classes.
“I haven’t changed your mind yet, have I?” Roxas asks sometime before I start to think I should get home for dinner. He smirks when I falter to answer. “I know I haven’t,” he says, a little sadly. “And I don’t think I will, unless you know what it is I can do?” he laughs, not serious.
“One thing,” I counter.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: RokuAxelRoku, Zemyx and SoRiKai mentioned
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama
Rating: T
Summary: I do like Roxas. I like his boldness. I like that he’s completely in charge of his emotions to the point where he’s struck a fine balance between his masculinity and his sexuality.
Six: Change Your Mind
I stare at Roxas all through English the next day, wondering what his fantasies are like. I’d ask him, but by the way he gets flustered, I doubt he’d give me a straight answer.
We’re finishing up Twelfth Night, but Roxas isn’t reading Cesario/Viola’s part today, even though I volunteered to read Orsino. “Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times thou never shouldst love woman like to me,” I read, ignoring the girl sitting in front of me. Roxas is smiling at his text, and when she reads, he mouths the words, “And all those sayings will I overswear.”
The girl, a friend of Vanilla Pudding, seems annoyed, but doesn’t get the hint because she corners me after class and asks me if I’d like to walk her home. To her credit, she doesn’t drop obvious hints about what she really wants from me. As she walks down the hall, politely rejected, I expect a vat of chocolate pudding to be dumped on her, but nothing.
“Zexion wants to know if Roxas has changed your mind yet,” Demyx says when I find him at lunch. Zexion, with his nose in a book, looks like he couldn’t care less. It’s Demyx who really wants to know.
“Remind Zexion that it took more than a few days for you to change his mind,” I reply.
Zexion tears his eyes away from his book and actually says, “What are you implying, Axel?” which is about three more words in a row than I’ve ever heard him speak.
“Aren’t you and Demyx...?” I start. When did I first assume that Zexion and Demyx were together?
“Demyx and I...” Zexion continues. Demyx looks about as flustered as Roxas the day before, frozen in hesitation. It’s a weird sort of tableau that no one else is paying much attention to, but Demyx takes two shaking steps forward like there are a million people watching him and carefully leans in, touching his lips to Zexion’s faint smile.
Larxene watches the whole thing without uttering a comment, but gives me a look that says I haven’t avoided the question yet. But at least I have more time to think about it.
I do like Roxas. I like his boldness. I like that he’s completely in charge of his emotions to the point where he’s struck a fine balance between his masculinity and his sexuality. But even though I’ve been training my thought process to eliminate the blaring fact that Roxas is a guy, it doesn’t stop me from questioning myself.
I follow him home after school again, and he slows his pace, stooping down to pick up his skateboard when he notices me.
“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” he says suddenly, as we walk up the driveway to his house.
“Zexion and Demyx?” I ask, somehow knowing that he’d been watching, too. Knowing what he meant. “No. I thought it had already happened. I... I don’t care about people’s preferences, really.”
“There are people in Radiant Garden who aren’t all that tolerate,” he says, his voice faintly warning.
“I know.” I want to remind him that I stuck up for Sora, even though I didn’t know the story.
“People think my cousin’s going to Sin,” he says, again reading my thoughts. “It bothers them that he’s in an unconventional relationship. It’s hard for some of our friends to get it, even though they tolerate it, now.” He opens his front door and goes immediately to the fridge. “Sora and Riku were always really close, and then Kairi showed up, and Sora... he noticed her. He was scared, though. Nervous. Riku helped him get over it, but they didn’t let it go. Kairi sort of understood and didn’t want to take that away from either of them, even though she had really strong feelings for Sora.” He shrugs, pulling out a can of Gravira and tossing it in the sink. From the very back he produces two bottles of Red Nocturne and hands me one.
We sit for a long time in his room in comfortable silence, studying for tests in separate classes.
“I haven’t changed your mind yet, have I?” Roxas asks sometime before I start to think I should get home for dinner. He smirks when I falter to answer. “I know I haven’t,” he says, a little sadly. “And I don’t think I will, unless you know what it is I can do?” he laughs, not serious.
“One thing,” I counter.