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"I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality." - - - Frida Kahlo.
Dreams - the center of Lea's being the instant he awoke from his nearly everlasting slumber. An escape from the topic of dreams was entirely impossible, extremely so when he came to realize dreams were now caging Sora and Riku from the real world. The thought made Lea grimace, absently and thoughtfully stroking the skin where two teardrop shapes once marked his - no, Axel's - face.
It was becoming difficult to breathe. It was always difficult to breathe when he thought of Axel.
Conflicted; that's how Axel made Lea feel. This pest he didn't even know messed up his entire self, his image. When Lea imagined his life before succumbing to Xehanort's wrath of heart-taking, he recalled distant memories of an innocent life with Isa and -
"Roxas!"
No, not Roxas. Was it Sora or Ventus?
Upon awaking, Lea began to notice little ticks he hadn't recalled once upon a time ago. When he thought of something ironic and sarcastic to remark, - which was quite often, because he was obviously some sort of comical smart aleck - he would turn to his left automatically, as though to tell someone that was not there. And it only got more confusing to recall reality from memory when he finally faced his dreams at night.
Memories of a clock tower, of a trio of laughing friends carelessly letting ice cream down to the world below. This haunted Lea's every sleeping moment. The faces of actual people and those of no existence crossed like shooting stars before his vision, blinding him breathless.
Was this Kairi or Xion? Maybe he was wrong on both accounts. Could this person actually be Naminé?
Everything was meshing into a complex swirl of blue. And not just any other blue. Shining blue, crystallized blue. Blue as deep as the oceans and as shallow as the sky.
Sora. Roxas. Ventus.
Should he even own the ability to refer to himself as Lea? No, he was a different person, this was a different time. Axel's thoughts, memories, emotions - they meant very little to Lea. But that didn't stop the dreams from happening. That didn't stop the aching in his heart. The situation was rather unfair really. Sure, he understood Axel never even had a heart to express himself with, but how dare he force these things on Lea? They were two very separate people! Lea had his own worries to concern himself with. Like his training, like the darkness still raging inside of him, like Isa.
Was this Isa? Was this Saïx?
Axel or Lea?
Darkness.
Were these feelings even his to begin with? So many things had changed since he had last been awake, too many to name. Feeling things he shouldn't, experiencing things he didn't. Who was he to start with? Did that matter now? Where did he belong in the world? Was his place secure and safe? Locked especially tight in the heart of the someone who meant the most to him?
Who was that again?
All he could remember was blue.