Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Note: Written for LJ's "30kisses," Theme thirteen: Excessive Chain.
Naïveté
Axel's thoughts were lined with irony. He stood with his manipulative smile on, his game face, and he knew he was in control. Zexion was the perfect example of a victim of age. Axel liked the younger man, and probably more than that, but no matter what kind of master of disguise Zexion was, he was still much too naïve to stand up to Axel.
His natural ability to manipulate people, things, facts, and fictions brought its own wisdom and precaution, but sometimes prodigies forget that they can still make mistakes. Zexion's had been too naïve for trusting Axel, for kissing Axel, for fucking Axel, for turning a blind eye to the Hell Axel was raising. Zexion had been cunning, had been a threat, until he let Axel ensnare him.
But Axel amused an even deeper irony: Zexion was right. They were bound tightly together, but the kinks didn't matter. Their rope was long enough. They could have kinks or knots or loops. It didn't matter. Axel could kill Zexion and still love him. Their rope was long enough.