just because I feel like it
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whitereflectionAnd because it's snowing outside.
Title: Your Wake-Up Call
Fandom: Axel/Roxas (KH2)
Note: Rough/not betaed, but not really intending to put out to any communities anyway. Slice-of-life and no real point, just a fuzzy moment.
He woke, head muddled and groggy (filled with dreams of dissolving into light), and with a damp, sticky cheek pressed against an equally damp and chilly spot on his pillow. He gave a low, complaining groan and squeezed his eyes shut tight, but the bright, grey light from the window refused to go away; and so Axel staggered out of bed, shuffling in his usual morning-zombie way to glare out of the offending window. Blinking blearily at what he saw, he suddenly turned and walked out of the bedroom, down the hall--man, he needed to vacuum--and out the front door.
"Huh," he said as he stood on the front stoop, ignoring the sting of wet, cold cement against his bare feet and the cold that gnawed at his skin through his ratty, old t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. Instead he stared up, up into the snow falling from a low, hazy sky.
Snow. It was snowing. Yesterday it had been, what, fifty? (when he was on a clocktower, and the sunset had gone on for miles) The day before, close to seventy? (when it'd been fire hot and then shadow-nothing cold) And now it was snowing. (and he wasn't dead and he was alive)
Big, sloppy, wet flakes danced down onto his upturned face, making him blink as the wind teased them into his eyes. They melted into chilly damp spots on his face and arms (no coat no gloves no boots...) and clung to wild bed-tousled spikes of his hair until they weighted it down as they melted there, too. For a moment, watching the spots of white twirling, falling, he had the oddest feeling that he should be doing something. (find him find him find him) Then there was the slow oh-yeah realizations that he hadn't done a damned bit of Christmas shopping yet; and it was his turn to do the dishes and the laundry; and if the snow piled up instead of just frosting the grass and making the pavement wet, then someone was going to have to shovel; but right, he'd taken the week off, both of them had, so there would be plenty of time for all that, there was no rush. Still looking up, still blinking against the snowflakes, Axel opened his mouth to see if any would fall on his tongue. Perversely they seemed to refuse to, and one particularly ornery one landed on the tip of his nose.
"You developed a fetish for shivering or something?"
Axel twisted to look behind him, and saw Roxas peering from around the front door, the blond frowning slightly as he rubbed sleep out of his eyes. (The last time he'd seen him, as they'd said goodbye, he'd been smiling, happy, at peace), but then again, who'd want to wake up early when they'd planned on sleeping in--and Roxas was never Mr. Cheery before his first couple mugs of coffee anyway.
"It's snowing," he pointed out.
"I see that." Roxas' flat-eyed, unamused look was interrupted by a large, jaw-wrenching yawn, and Axel nearly told him he was the cutest thing ever, except he didn't really want to get locked out.
"I'm coming back to bed. I was just looking at it."
"Good." With another yawn, Roxas turned away, then paused.
"I'll dry off and warm up first." Axel reassured the other young man before he even had to speak, grinning as Roxas gave a nod and silently shuffled out of sight. The grin gentled into a small smile as he looked up again, watching the snow fall and listening to the quiet. "Huh," he said again to himself.
After a bit, he went back inside. As promised, he toweled off the damp, taking his time so the chill would be gone from his skin, even scuffing his feet against the carpet to spark friction-warmth. One more stop to turn up the thermostat just a little bit extra--sometimes a little bit toasty was worth the money--and he once more crawled into bed, humming in satisfaction as the quilt and heavy fuzzy blanket settled just so around him. Roxas had already fallen back asleep, but turned over to curl against Axel with a murmur.
Okay then, Axel thought for some reason. This works. This'll do. He wasn't quite sure why he thought those things, but he did, and it made him feel good so he didn't question it. Then he was content to not bother with any more thoughts for awhile, and sank back into the relaxed, lazy sleep of the on-vacation.
I suppose I should get back to doing work.
Title: Your Wake-Up Call
Fandom: Axel/Roxas (KH2)
Note: Rough/not betaed, but not really intending to put out to any communities anyway. Slice-of-life and no real point, just a fuzzy moment.
He woke, head muddled and groggy (filled with dreams of dissolving into light), and with a damp, sticky cheek pressed against an equally damp and chilly spot on his pillow. He gave a low, complaining groan and squeezed his eyes shut tight, but the bright, grey light from the window refused to go away; and so Axel staggered out of bed, shuffling in his usual morning-zombie way to glare out of the offending window. Blinking blearily at what he saw, he suddenly turned and walked out of the bedroom, down the hall--man, he needed to vacuum--and out the front door.
"Huh," he said as he stood on the front stoop, ignoring the sting of wet, cold cement against his bare feet and the cold that gnawed at his skin through his ratty, old t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. Instead he stared up, up into the snow falling from a low, hazy sky.
Snow. It was snowing. Yesterday it had been, what, fifty? (when he was on a clocktower, and the sunset had gone on for miles) The day before, close to seventy? (when it'd been fire hot and then shadow-nothing cold) And now it was snowing. (and he wasn't dead and he was alive)
Big, sloppy, wet flakes danced down onto his upturned face, making him blink as the wind teased them into his eyes. They melted into chilly damp spots on his face and arms (no coat no gloves no boots...) and clung to wild bed-tousled spikes of his hair until they weighted it down as they melted there, too. For a moment, watching the spots of white twirling, falling, he had the oddest feeling that he should be doing something. (find him find him find him) Then there was the slow oh-yeah realizations that he hadn't done a damned bit of Christmas shopping yet; and it was his turn to do the dishes and the laundry; and if the snow piled up instead of just frosting the grass and making the pavement wet, then someone was going to have to shovel; but right, he'd taken the week off, both of them had, so there would be plenty of time for all that, there was no rush. Still looking up, still blinking against the snowflakes, Axel opened his mouth to see if any would fall on his tongue. Perversely they seemed to refuse to, and one particularly ornery one landed on the tip of his nose.
"You developed a fetish for shivering or something?"
Axel twisted to look behind him, and saw Roxas peering from around the front door, the blond frowning slightly as he rubbed sleep out of his eyes. (The last time he'd seen him, as they'd said goodbye, he'd been smiling, happy, at peace), but then again, who'd want to wake up early when they'd planned on sleeping in--and Roxas was never Mr. Cheery before his first couple mugs of coffee anyway.
"It's snowing," he pointed out.
"I see that." Roxas' flat-eyed, unamused look was interrupted by a large, jaw-wrenching yawn, and Axel nearly told him he was the cutest thing ever, except he didn't really want to get locked out.
"I'm coming back to bed. I was just looking at it."
"Good." With another yawn, Roxas turned away, then paused.
"I'll dry off and warm up first." Axel reassured the other young man before he even had to speak, grinning as Roxas gave a nod and silently shuffled out of sight. The grin gentled into a small smile as he looked up again, watching the snow fall and listening to the quiet. "Huh," he said again to himself.
After a bit, he went back inside. As promised, he toweled off the damp, taking his time so the chill would be gone from his skin, even scuffing his feet against the carpet to spark friction-warmth. One more stop to turn up the thermostat just a little bit extra--sometimes a little bit toasty was worth the money--and he once more crawled into bed, humming in satisfaction as the quilt and heavy fuzzy blanket settled just so around him. Roxas had already fallen back asleep, but turned over to curl against Axel with a murmur.
Okay then, Axel thought for some reason. This works. This'll do. He wasn't quite sure why he thought those things, but he did, and it made him feel good so he didn't question it. Then he was content to not bother with any more thoughts for awhile, and sank back into the relaxed, lazy sleep of the on-vacation.
I suppose I should get back to doing work.
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Date: 2007-11-22 08:24 am (UTC)Oh, wow. I don't think I've ever seen a wake-up-alive fic before and I think it is an idea I'd subscribe to the newsletter for :D.
Snow. It was snowing. Yesterday it had been, what, fifty? (when he was on a clocktower, and the sunset had gone on for miles) The day before, close to seventy? (when it'd been fire hot and then shadow-nothing cold) And now it was snowing. (and he wasn't dead and he was alive) <- that entire paragraph just had me flailing at every inch of it. Just... oh. And wow.
So, so much love for these two. Absolutely lovely for a slice of life <3! *hugs*