So. Here we are with yet another chapter, further deepening the romance between Axel and Roxas. But the only thing I can think about?
You guys. The readers. My (dare I say it?) fans. Seriously. I always look forward to reading the reviews; they're so fun and make me smile and giggle and all that jazz. I've read them all, have replied to most (I'm sorry if I didn't reply to yours, I forget who I've replied to a lot of the time), and they've all made me grin.
And so I would like to dedicate this chapter to one of the most dedicated reviewers of all time, Zheyne. For her reviews make me laugh and have helped me with the story and given me the courage to plug along with it. And (as much as she may deny it) is an Awesome Writer (and Awesome Cook, if you will) and you should all wander over to her page and start reading her stuff, because, really, it's all magnificent. Especially Unchained Memory.
Anyways, the Question of the Chappie is: Have you ever been the target for gossip?
Written off of prompt #91 Drowning.
The singer gently took Roxas' hand and started pulling him towards the car, oblivious to the stares and whispers going on in the background. He was chattering away, much too fast for the blond to completely understand. Something about 'one true love', 'forever', and 'adorable when you blush.'
Roxas, on the other hand, was completely aware of the mutters and looks that followed them as they walked through the park; in fact, he was so aware of them that he felt he was drowning. Felt as though he was being smothered by the coldness that was jealousy and hatred.
Then he felt Axel tug his hand, helping him to resurface from those scary, deep, dark depths of bitterness. And he realized that the taller man wasn't unaware of the other park-goers, he was merely ignoring them. Trying to keep their suffocating thoughts away from Roxas.
And the blond felt his love double, no triple (maybe even quadruple?), for the redhead.