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Dedication: Darkness-Heart
-------- x. l.o.s.t and f.o.u.n.d
Photos are great, but they aren't everything. They can't be everything, if they're not the real thing. Right? No matter how much they make you smile or weep as you look back on them, you know that it's only a memory. A copy, a fake, a less real version of that treasured time.
And don't you hate when you have to do everything short of posting up Lost and Missing posters everywhere to find the thing you want the most, or maybe even a Wanted ad in the paper? Life shouldn't be that hard, but it is.
In the end, though, it didn't actually take so much. It was the way it always is – just a matter of being in the right place at the right time. Or maybe the right place at the wrong time, or the wrong place at the wrong time, or the wrong place at the right time.
Whatever.
The point is, he was simply there. This was real living-for-the-moment type stuff; wind blowing the black hems of the coats any which way, a smaller figure panting hard and tiny bead of perspiration on his forehead, fair hair disheveled and the object of his blue-eyed scrutiny faced away at the end of a bare back street.
See? The picture perfect moment? It couldn't have been planned. Never. Once in a lifetime; a part practiced over and over again just to get it right for the camera – no. This was the real deal. It would have looked great on film, but no one was thinking of that at the time. It was just one of those things.
"…Axel?"
Look now, he's so timid and shy. But see, the taller, thin to the point of breaking one has turned, and his blazing green eyes have a spark of pain, one that isn't meant to be there, and he tries to cover it over with long red spikes of hair, but the little one, a few metres from him, he isn't taking any of that, no he's not. No, what he's doing is flying into the other's arms, muffling his face in the other's black-clad chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, and the other can't help but hug back.
"I knew I'd find you again…"
And that one there, it seems like it should have been the taller one's line, it seems more fit to be his burden than that of a slight innocent-looking teen, but that still came from the smaller one. The taller redhead, Axel, he just looks down at that head of sandy hair and murmurs, softly as the wind, "I'm sorry…"
But at least they shouldn't need those photos anymore.
Hmmm. This is for Darkness-Heart, and I'm guessing that you're the same logged on and off? Use the same name, I mean? Ahh. Yes. Anyways. Enjoy it! And this one; it's Roxas finding Axel instead of the other way around. Why? Because I wanted it that way. And because they're usually Axel running after Roxas. In fact, I do a lot of Roxas heading out to get Axel…
And huzzah. I just had to say it. I finally got in contact with my little sister, one who I first met when I was seven and haven't heard from since (and jeebers, I'm now sixteen xD). So I'm uber-happy about that. I can't wait to meet her again – I miss her so much! Now all that remains is to get in touch with the rest of the family and all my dear friends xDDD Andy, I'm so visiting you on the way to see my sister :P
Ciao!
Tally. SilverAuthoress. Rikku. AngelKairi.
-x- crack!pairing goddess -x-
