Silence
It wasn't sex. It wasn't touching or brushing in the sunlight as they lay side by side on the floor, arms folded over their stomachs and faraway gazes affixing the faces of both the red haired boy and his smaller companion. The silence was impenetrable, their mutual, unusual placidity infecting the whole room, it seemed. Interruption was impossible, because all around they could senseit.
It wasn't love, either. Not even friendship or some deep, immeasurable bond between them. Not even something that any average person failed to understand. It was simply that here, they felt like Somebody instead of Nobodies, and that feeling kept them going back to their spot,reflecting on the world around them and smiling softly. Not a word was exchanged.
The last time - for there were many occasions, between which things changed and so did their minds - the silence had been broken.
Only for a second, Axel turned to the side, away from their mind-skies where they floated so far apart, and listened. He could hear Roxas breathe, softly in the silence, long and low and deep. The sound frightened him, and as his friend turned also to look, he met only bitterness in his eyes. The blonde boy sat up, his face vengeful, and he stood - leaving the room with nothing more than a short click when the door was shut. Axel stood, more confused than he had ever been before, and followed him, cursing the emotions that had risen during the short seconds when he listened. The same ones that made him want to be sick whenever Roxas entered a room. And of course, it was infatuation. With the rituals they'd silently mapped out, and with how the boy could make him question anything. Even himself.
Some time later, the room was silent. The bed across the room was tousled and wrecked, its covers smelling of nothing but stale and empty silence.
There, Axel frowned, lowering himself to the floor and not listening. Not to anything.
He opened his eyes and settled back on the left, where he'd always been. The carpet cushioned his head as he lay, without sound and without word.
He stretched out an arm, hitting only the carpet and not the warm, beating emptiness of his friend.
Tears cascaded into his hair, the ceiling blurring and his mouth covered by his large and thin fingers, trapping any sound that attempted escape.
Empty.
Silent.
This is one of my stranger pieces. It's somewhat an AkuRoku timeline, up to a certain point, and it's somewhat a weird drabble about breaking tradition, i guess.
And of course it's about love...because where would we be without love?
Rosemage.