Flame
flame
1. The zone of burning gases and fine suspended matter associated with rapid combustion; a hot, glowing mass of burning gas or vapor
2. The condition of active, blazing combustion
Watching the flames drip from the now ash-white branches of the tree Axel had just turned his anger on, Demyx flinched, and paused in his tracks. He watched the red-headed figure slump to it's knees. The figure looked so sad, Demyx furrowed his eyebrows and bit down on his lower lip
How could he have made him so angry? Who would do that to the man they love? If Demyx really had a heart as he always insisted he did would he have upset his lover so? Maybe love just didn't work out for nobodies, no matter how strong it was.
Slowly and quietly, Demyx stepped forwards towards the flaming tree, the only noise the crunching of the fresh snow beneath his feet. He reached Axel and sunk to sit beside him, placing a hand on his back. The red-head turned to look at the Nocturne; sad, green eyes meeting Demyx's blue ones. They locked gazes for several long moments before Axel lurched forward, falling into Demyx's waiting arms. The blond held him close, burying his face in the cold leather of his lover's coat.
"I'm so sorry, Axel. I'm so sorry, love." Demyx whispered, so quiet he wasn't even sure that Axel had heard him. They sat there, as seconds flew by; maybe minutes, hours, days, weeks, months. The snow began to fall again, soft flakes landing in the hair of the two Organisation members, freezing their tears and pinching their cheeks, tinting them pink. They didn't have to move though, Demyx just needed to hold Axel as sobs rippled through him, and just wait til they subsided and Demyx would know he was forgiven.
