Question of the Chappie (it's quite random today): What's your favorite scent/smell?
Scent would mean something like a perfume or a soap or something like that, whilst smell would mean a nature-y kinda thing (example: my favorite scent is Mandarin Orange from Bath&Body Works, but my favorite smell is the forest right after it rains). Or something like that. I dunno.
Written off of prompt #76 Broken Pieces.
"What d'you mean?" Blue eyes stared into green and the small smile that had been on Roxas' face only moments before was replaced by a frown.
Axel chuckled and drew the boy closer, settling his face in the soft, blond spikes. "I mean, my life wasn't, no, isn't, terribly good. It's dark. But you're like a little ray of light in all that dark. You help."
Roxas stayed silent and started fiddling with the hem of Axel's shirt. Then he mumbled, "I'll help you pick them up."
"Pick what up?"
"The broken pieces. Of your life. I'll help, so don't worry if you get cut a couple of times, don't worry about how many there are, don't worry about how long it will take… because we'll do it. Together."