Axel may have gotten used to the burning mark on his chest by now, but he had to admit the bites still hurt his skin in the worst of more ways than one. He hadn't forgotten that the marking of a black rose and what it did to him in his past and how much it controlled him. The stupid curse that had been brought upon him… why? The red head always wondered this. Why had he been chosen into servitude where there was no way out? Had to follow every order- kill anyone his captain told him to. Why couldn't he be free like the normal days? Axel didn't know. Only that he must complete every task that he was given and do it with flying colors. Axel sat on the deck of a musty old and crusty ship in mid condition and breathing in salty air that burned his lungs, in the middle of the night, waiting for the ship he was on to dock and pondered this. He was thinking about his new mission he had ahead of himself; kidnapping the prince of Twilight Kingdom. It's not like Axel was completely up to do doing it either. But he was forced into servitude. And it was either that or off with his head.
"Axel. We're about to dock. Be ready."Axel turned to the side to see a familiar set of green eyes and a perky smiling face right next to him. "Oh. Hi Dem." 'Dem' short for 'Demyx' was one of Axel's most trusted ship members. He'd never tried to pry into Axel's business before and with the retracted cross between a mullet and a Mohawk it looked almost as ridiculous as Axel's own hair cut. Spiked juts of red hair and sterling green eyes which gave him the possessive look; matching with two identical tear tattoos to his pirate like attire. Axel never wanted to be a pirate but got shoved into it because he was running away. And when he tried to first leave his captain and get back to his own life, he was forced to become one of the crew. With a sigh, Axel nodded, picking up a bag with some rope, a handkerchief and some chemicals. This was really all he needed for a kidnapping. That and the gun and knives already handy at his waist. Axel looked out towards the open sea as they made a drop to anchor and Axel buzzed his way off the ship.
The palace seemed perfectly normal on the outside; the stone walls immediately catching the red head's eyes, but a skilled pirate such as he could start weaving in entrances aside from the front gate. There were at least three open windows that were easily scalable by roof and very few guards on parole. Axel figured it was a gathering of some sort since these few guards. The man had been in one too many kidnappings, as you could see. With a Cheshire smile, Axel made his way up the side of a house near an alleyway, slinking low so he might not get seen and quietly tiptoed on the roof. He eventually began to hear music as he came closer to a window, sitting in the shadows, and figured it must've been a party. Good. Great. Even better. This meant Axel could get the prince alone easier. Slowly, Axel pulled out a shining silver dagger and chipped it into the wall of the castle in the outside gates. It would take forever to get in but Axel had to do this job… even if it killed him.
Bright blue eyes stared at the reflection before them, their gaze intense and yet calm as they took in the face that looked back at them, his features smooth and soft. The hair a golden blonde, the front concentrates the spikes on the right side of his head as if windswept, and the back is smoother and flakier. His skin was pale, and he seemed to have no scars, as if he had never been in a fight. That's the appearance he was supposed to have. Earrings clung to delicate ears, their design strange in a way, but dark and majestic. He wore formal clothes as usual, but today was even more special for it was after all, his Sister's birthday, and he had to look his best as he was told more than a million times. So he wore a bright red, the sleeves embroidered in gold thread, jacket and a white dress shirt underneath, however his pants clung tightly to his legs instead of the loose, dressy pants most men wore. He was very independent for a prince, and never really cared for the rich look the nobles all had. He liked to be casual, and yet most of the time no one permitted it. But hey, they should be happy he looked dressy at all.
Flipping his head and letting his golden hair settle, he opened the door with a stern expression, his lips pressed tight as he walked down the hallway giving almost no recognition to the guards who passed him. His walk was graceful and yet sturdy, his hands wore many rings around his knuckles, not for decoration, but for the advantage in a fist fight. A small quirk appeared on the Prince's face. But no one knew that. Walking down the stairs, he watched calmly as the music stopped - the dancing ceased- and all eyes looked to his. Waving his hand signaling that he did not need the attention, everything started once more as he walked down the long, grand, staircase, met by many nobles as they talked about pointless topics and tried to entertain him as they flaunted their hair about or talked about how much wealth and honor they held. As the future King they wanted to be on good grounds with him, but the more they boasted, the lower they were on the scale. He just found it funny not to tell them and then surprise them when he did actually, shoe his huge dislike for them all.
"Sister." He announced in a deep, husky voice, as he took in a frail figure smiling happily with some of her friends. Turning to him, her eyes that held the same shade but a cute innocence looked him over before she ran to him, landing on top of him with a wide hug. They were really close, for he was almost like a Father to her since the King had died when they were very young. But seeing as how Roxas was not old enough or ready to take care of the Kingdom, his Mother and her many advisers tried to keep things in check as he grew. He was soon to be eighteen, and he had to marry soon as well. He had first tried to convince his Mother to just marry his sister for the time being, but his Mother persisted. "You will find love". She had kept saying. Ah well - no woman gave him interest, nor man. It was sad for the soon to be King, however, he truly could not find this 'love' that she prattled on about. And as his Sister smiled wide at him, he could only smile brightly back.
After his Sister let him go, he told her Happy Birthday and patted her head before leaving the thickening crowd of people, his irritation almost apparent on his face and he knew he would soon lose his calm composure. Walking out on the windowsill, he let the cool wind hit his face as he took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again to a full moon. White light basking him with its beauty, he did not want to return to the music and people behind him. He just wanted to stay here - in this calm.