A/N: Finally got Dearly Beloved onto my phone like a good girl. That, paired with the amazing weather (and my dying sugar rush), have let me create yet another pointless drabble. This time AXEL X ROXAS HO MY GOSH!
Disclaimer: You know i don't own it. Don't rub it in.
Warnings: Corny.
Roxas looks down, iPod in hand, screen black but he knows what song is playing in his ears, knows and he can feel the melody through his veins. Memories, memories. They waft with the music, conjure up a boy with silver hair and eyes that mirrored something tender, a boy with brown hair and cheer engraved into his soul, and he knows they're not his own. These happy memories. But he watches them anyway. Feels them dance twirls and pirouettes in his chest, watches them play in front of his eyes as Dearly Beloved plays through his ears and Axel stares at him with an inquisitive furrowing of his brow.
"What's wrong?" Axel asks, shifting slightly so he could properly look at eyes that were closed.
"What makes you think something's wrong?"
"You're smiling."
His languid smile widens, and with a sigh he opens his eyes to peer at the confusion that clouded green orbs. Lays the iPod down next to his thigh, pulls one headphone out of his ear, can't help but close his eyes again as he rests his head against Axel's warm shoulder.
"Nothing. These memories just remind me of something."
Axel's arms wrap around his waist, pull him in a little closer. Lips brush his temple.
"Of what?"
Roxas pauses, maybe because he isn't exactly sure, and then with all the confidence in the world he states, "You."
And it was the truest thing he had ever said.