Hello all, Orina-Darces here. This is a series of Drabbles I'll add onto every so often. Each chapter includes two stories, and so, without keeping you, I'll leave you to the first story:
-- --Summer Icing--
The hall was filled with students, busily walking every which way to the various activities of the summer carnival. A tall red head slumped over a chair, his hair falling loose in his face, blocking his bright green eyes as he scanned the crowd.
His eyes turned to the booth full of cupcakes and candies that laid sprawled in front of him. He took a haggard breath. Why had he gotten stuck with this boring bake-sale?
"How much for a cupcake?" A sweet voice drifted over the table towards him. A blonde girl standing in the place as the speaker, her thin finger pointed towards a pink iced cake.
"Twelve." He replied in a vulgar tone, his eyes making no contact as he took her money.
"Thanks." She grinned, skipping back off to her friends.
"Yeah…whatever." Axel murmured, closing his eyes and slipping a closed sign over the booth.
He began to think. How much he wanted to be away, away wherever Roxas had run off to.
He sighed.
"How much is this?" A voice asked, a familiar, yet unidentifiable voice.
"I'm closed." Axel growled, not opening his eyes.
"I can afford that." A slight chuckle, as a pair of warm lips was thrust on his.
Axel smirked vaguely, sleepily opening one of his eyes. "…Roxas."
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Awwe. I wrote this in Religion Class while hearing Ms. Schwarz's constant drone. I just felt like writing this story and making the relationship between Axel and Roxas being a minor one, on a sweet level instead of a sexual one. I just think short light events are what really makes things pop in the relations. So, thus the first story of Summer Icing, A series of Roxas/Axel Drabbles.
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The room quiet, almost so quiet, he could hear the sloshing of his stomach as he tossed in his sheets. His head was pounding.
The only light springing in from the crack of the door as the light blur of music in the background swung over the silence.
He glanced to the alarm next to his pillow, the flashing red numbers announcing to him why in the world he was still here. Four AM.
Why couldn't he just fall asleep till he felt better? Just close his eyes and try to dream of the bright face that would be there to greet him when he woke up.
He flipped back his blonde spikes, trying to throw his headache from his skull. His blue eyes closed again as the steady beat of footprints echoed down the hall.
He sat up, glancing over the empty white room, and looking to the shadow that slid over the door's crease. "Roxas? You awake?"
Roxas flipped back under the sheets, squeezing his eyes shut and trying not to make too loud of noises. He didn't want him to worry.
"Guess not." The voice answered as Roxas sighed in relief. But much to his chagrin, the body entered his room.
He heard the light footsteps approach his bed as a light finger grazed over his cheek.
Roxas pleaded for the body not to leave, yet hoping his fake slumber did not lead him to deceit. He felt the fingers leave his blushing face, and weight pushes down on the mattress near his stomach.
He felt the light red hair fall in front of his eyes. He took a deep breath, taking in the spicy scent of his guest's body. He smirked softly as the last sentence broke the silence.
"You know, I'm here forever."
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I don't know why I wrote these. I just felt like sitting down and writing some short event that doesn't really play into anything. It's sort of fun. Let's get these teen hearts beating faster.
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