A/N: This little piece was randomly inspired a couple weeks ago by the song Smile Like You Mean It by The Killers. Some of the lines of the song are in the fic, the rest is inspired by the images/ideas from lines. This is also my apology to a friend for taking so damn long on the fic she requested in November. It's half done, I'm getting there! Hope you like this in the meantime!
Anyway, this seems a bit more like a drabble, since it came in at 1 1/3 pages for me. And I know it probably seems choppy, but a little of that is for effect. Some of it is because I'm not very good at writing. (Seriously, I can only aspire in any artwork I do.) Anyways, hope you like it. Though it's not very happy. Also, I always write Roxas as like 16-17. I find it super creepy otherwise. is not a shota fan
Disclaimer: Axel, Roxas and Demyx belong to Squeenix, I just (ab)use them. Smile Like You Mean It belongs to The Killers.
Reviews make me smile at let me know that it was read. :)
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"Hey Axel?" Roxas murmured around a bar of seasalt ice cream.
"Yeah," the redhead slurped his reply around his own bar of ice cream.
"Why am I here?" The blond looked to the ground far below their dangling legs.
"What's it matter? We're here together, aren't we?" Axel put a hand on Roxas' shoulder, the blond covering it with his own.
"Yeah..." he sighed, staring out to the sunset from the clock tower.
It was hours later when they thought to leave.
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Roxas woke up, being squeezed tightly from behind by long, bony arms. Turning his head, he saw bright green eyes surrounded by messy red hair and two tear drop tattoos peeking over his shoulder, the mouth belonging to those eyes firmly attached to it and very intent on nibbling away at the flesh there.
"Mornin' Blue-Eyes..." the mouth purred between little bites.
"What are you doing?" Roxas fully turned around in Axel's grasp, giving his bedmate an incredulous look.
"'S been a year since you got here," replied the redhead, beginning his oral assault anew on the now exposed collar bone of the blond.
"Oh, I guess it has," Roxas smirked, poking Axel in the forehead.
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"Come on, just smile," Axel pleaded with Roxas.
"I am smiling." Roxas' lips were curved up, but his eyes were cold.
"No, you're not. I know you can, just smile, smile like you mean it." Axel poked the blond's cheeks upward, hoping to get a reactionary smile.
"Quit it," the blond frowned as he batted the hands away.
"Aw, please?" Axel bent down and nuzzled Roxas' ear. "I love you," he whispered, clicking the Capture button on the camera's remote.
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"No one would miss me." Roxas started walking away from the begging redhead.
"That's not true! I would..." Axel dropped to his knees as Roxas kept walking. The blond turned his head back slightly.
"Save some face, Axel," he scoffed. "You've only got one. Commit it to memory."
"Roxas..." The blond smirked as he heard the broken sob escape Axel's mouth.
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Axel had nightmares night after night. He woke up screaming for reasons he couldn't remember. He would sit up and try to stay awake until his body forced sleep from exhaustion, and then he would toss and turn until he woke again a few hours later.
In the days he would remember when he dreamed of sunsets and seasalt ice cream forever.
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When Demyx saw the picture in the garbage, its edges burnt, he was surprised. Roxas had an Axel in his ear, the redhead appearing to be cooing into it, and his eyes were closed, a genuine smile gracing his lips.