"I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind
And the girl that chased the rabbit drank the wine and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels.."
Chuckling nervously, he gives a curt wave of his hand, not sure what's exactly in store for him.
Larxene smirked, waving a hand with a flourish to those behind her. "This here is Lexaeus and Xaldin. Doormouse and March Hare as they're kn'wn 'ere." She nodded.
Lexaeus stood tall and brooding. Across his shoulders was a simple brown fur jacket, underneath was a navy blue vest, held over a maroon button down shirt and brown corduroy pants. His feet were, albeit awkwardly, bare. Axel's gaze traveled over to the one deemed Xaldin. Xaldin was dressed chivalrously. He wore a simple black jacket, with a white button down shirt that was tucked into black slacks, with a pleated bright red dress shirt.
Axel raised an eyebow once more, as he glanced at the small sword strapped to the "Doormouse's" side, and the slightly elongated nails he sported, that were tapping against his jacket. Axel gulped. The figures were.. Brooding to say the least?
"Ahem." A voice spoke, followed by a flash of blonde hair.
Just as Axel glances to where the voice had come from, he's forced to turn his gaze back to the forefront. Hands situated on small hips, bright blue eyes burning into Axel's. Simple black pants hang from those hips, met by a pair of equally colored boots. The vest covering the black shirt is checkered in hearts. Where one purple heart is, the background is red, while the red hearts have a purple background, repeating throughout it. "I'm Roxas, the White Rabbit."
Axel swallowed, eyes raking over the smaller, lithe body before his. "H-Hi-.. R-Roxas.."
Larxene rolled her eyes, tapping her foot as her shrill, haunting voice rang throughout the room. "Roxas! You stupid White Rabbit temptress, get back in your hole." She sneered as Lexaeus and Xaldin turned to stand outside of the doors.
Roxas snaps his body around, a pout spread across his lips, although to Larxene, it's clear that it's a glare. "No! I want to see him!" Roxas yells back, pointing back toward Axel.
Axel looked between the two, confusion evident on his countenance. "What?"
"Larxene!" Zexion boomed from the door he had exited from. She flinched, visibly cringing. "I'm going.. I'm going.."
Larxene departs rather quickly, exiting out the door in a flurry of clinking needles. Axel's eyes wander away from Roxas, straight to Zexion, as if hypnotized. Zexion kept his eyes averted from Axel's, unable to resist the toxic green the redhead held within his gaze. He swallowed, turning and storming out once more. Maybe some cricket would clear his mind.
"ROXAS! Where are my clubs?" Roxas smirked seductively, quickly bowing to Axel and rushing out after Zexion. "Coming, Your Highness!"
Axel, perplexed at being left alone, tilts his head to the side. "Clubs?" Wanting to know, Axel strides forward, wanting to follow Zexion desperately, not wanting to leave his side. Yet, it would seem Zexion did. Pouting slightly, he lets his long legs become an advantage.
Lexaeus stormed into the Throne room, grabbing Axel by the collar of his cloak. " 'he 'atter is this way." He stated gruffly, turning and storming out of the room, the ornate doors thudding shut with an intimidating 'boom' behind him.
'Damn' thought Axel, as Lexaeus leads him away from the room. The smoke hadn't returned at a great intensity, but it still settled around their feet. The heavy footfalls of the man in front of him never drift far away.
Lexaeus dragged Axel down the rotten, weed filled, cobble stone path; it seemed to have, some time ago, have been made of gold. As Axel took a look around, Wonderland seemed to have, long ago, been breathtakingly beautiful. Trees with bloom flowers, paths of gold and grass of sort, fruiting colours of green. He took a glance back at the castle. Now covered and shrouded in black; its Heart-shaped arches and pointed towers, as he looked closer, seemed to have been made of a white, soft-toned type of stone. Axel bit his lip. What had happened to 'Wonderland?' Where was the "Wonder"?
Going farther than he had thought, Lexaeus shoves him down through an arch of dying vegetation, leading him down the small hill. Almost tripping over his feet. Tumbling down, he ends up sitting with his legs crossed. Standing up, he brushes himself off, staring up at what's placed before him with wide eyes.
Larxene sat at a jumble of tables, clustered on dead grass as she sipped from a broken and chipped tea cup. Around her, the tables were covered with fabrics of every different colour and pattern. Chartreuse, polka dots, swirls and periwinkle; it hurt the eyes if you starred for too long. Next to Larxene, on some sort of polka-dotted, indented, rotten, giant purple.. Mushroom? Axel questioned that, and sat Xaldin, sipping from a broken tea cup as he nibbled on a burnt cookie. The sky around them was musty, and hazy, with the same purple fog Axel had experienced in the Castle of Hearts.
Stepping forward, he comes to the front of one of the tables, giving a slight cough, effectively gaining their attention. Larxene raises a slim eyebrow, a sly smile slipping effortlessly onto her lips. "What 'o 'e have h're? Won't ye' sit for a 'up of 'ea?" she asks, the sweetness of her voice almost too honey-sweet. Stepping around the side, Axel eyes all the various modes of setting, finally settling on the one across from Xaldin, and next to Larxene. The tiny wooden chair creaks lightly as his lanky frame sits into it.
Larxene smiles, the expression looking eerie against her lips as she places the cracked and brittle lip of a tea cup against them, taking a sip as she hummed pleasurably, rambling on about fitting the "common folk" for hats, Xaldin nodding at the right occurrences. All seemed to flow effortlessly, seamlessly, as darkness lurked and crept from every corner and crevice: whispers of darkness and sin, seduction, and the utmost tempting mystery wafted through the air like a scent of tea, as the Wonderland's occupants chattered aimlessly about nothing, to Axel's ears.
Axel, feeling the darkness flitting about, doesn't pay the least bit of attention to Larxene. As his fingers tighten on the small cup he'd been given, he finds himself lost in thought. That is, till Larxene snaps her attention toward him. "How would you like a hat?"
The red head looks up, a confused stare on his countenance, "What?" The blonde Hatter jumps up out of her seat, inspiration flowing through her as she grins like an imp.
Axel cringed, sinking into his seat as Larxene had jumped up from the chair she had sat herself in that had seen better days. What did it used to be? She jumped, her heeled shoes landing on the table as she spun and danced her way over to Axel, holding her pant legs up from her ankles as she knocked over tea tray and cup, after platter and tea tray. She hummed a merry tune, landing in front of Axel and pointing an accusing finger at him as she enunciated each word. "What. Type. Of. 'at?"
Speechless to the question, Axel scrambles for words, not even sure how to answer her. Pulling the glass closer to himself, not wanting tea spread all over his clothes, Axel tries to smile at Larxene. "U-Um, well, what do you think would look best?" Grinning, showing his teeth, Axel forces down the evident fear in his gut, this Larxene was creepy to say the least. "I leave myself in your talented hands!"
Larxene's eyes a lit with a determined flame as she spun around on her toes, quickly listing off types of hats from A to Z and mentally knocking them off her list as to what she thought her new "charge" would look good in. She smirked, clapping her hands together as she danced off the table. Lexaeus and Xaldin mechanically picked their cups up, and ducked, moving out of the way as Larxene danced past, tableware flying everywhere.
Squirming to the side to miss getting hit by a fork, Axel sighs, keeping it low. He watches as she spins around the area, picking up various items, from where she gets, he can't see. Turning his attention to the other two still seated at the table, Axel realizes that they must spend a great deal of time with Larxene. He's brought back into attention as a finger taps his shoulder, revealing Larxene to be done gathering her utensils.
She had a wide smile on her face as she pointed a fork at his nose, "You sir! Will make a fabulous Wonderlandian when I am through with you!" The gleam in her eyes was menacing.
"Be 'asy on hi', H'tter." Lexaeus mumbled as he sipped his tea daintily, the motion not fitting him with the girth of his shoulders. Xaldin nodded in approval.
A crimson eyebrow crooks up, wondering what this woman could possibly do. A simple measuring tape is slung over her shoulder, instantly winding around the top Axel's head before pulling away, Larxene mentally noting the numbers.
Axel flinched as she looked at him with a critical, calculating eye. He really did feel like a foreigner as he swore her head spun around as she sauntered down the table, landing in her seat with a graceful 'woosh' and a spin.
Not sure what the hell had just happened, he stares at her, finally lifting the cup of tea to his lips. The cold, bitter taste flows down his throat and he resists the urge to pucker his lips. Looking at the others in turn, he wonders if they're happy, until Larxene begins humming again.
They ignore the redhead as they sip their tea, darkness swirling around their feet as Larxene begins snipping and sewing fabric, needles and thread seeming to slide from her fingers. Not minding being left out at all, Axel watches in pure amazement as nimble fingers work their magic. Stitches, patching, ribbons, and lace all attach to the hat, that will be his in mere moments.
Larxene smiles with a triumphant 'aha!' as she held up the completed top hat. The deepest black in colour, flames seemed to be embedded into the fabric as she tilted it from side to side, admiring the hat in the fading purple moonlight. A bright, shining green ribbon was seamlessly attached around the hat, and trailing off the side. The stitching in the ribbon was a simple, calligraphy A, in deep black thread. The hat was simple, but held many complexities in Axel -no, Lea's- mind.
Emotions that don't seem like his own rip at his insides. An aching in his chest begs for him to jump up and hug the hat-making woman, thanking her with undying gratitude. The other part, Axel's part, begs to stay seated, to accept the hat and thank Larxene, nothing more. The two sides conflict as she stands graceful, giving a spin before placing the hat on Axel's head, angling it precariously.
"Lea. " The wind whispered as it carried through the trees and ruffled Larxene's hair as she sat the hat on his head. The hat lay on his head perfectly... Like a crown... He flinched. For a King.
Something burns inside his chest, the ache to go to Zexion becoming larger still. Axel had only just met the man, but Lea, Lea had known him all his life. Jumping out of his seat, he backs away, the hat still on his head. "I...I have to go back up there!"
Larxene raised a platinum blonde eyebrow, a sneer appearing on her lips, "Idiot. You need to stay!" She screeched, flinging an arm out, as he turned and sprinted. "Lex!" She called, the March Hare nodded and sprinted after their supposed "King". Larxene sighed and shook her head as Xaldin went to retrieve the needles she had thrown after Axel to catch him. "Zexion 'etter 'now what 'e is 'oing.." She groaned, a hand coming up to palm against her face.
Glancing over his shoulder, Axel sees the figures coming up behind him. Jumping up onto the cobblestone path, the heels of his boot make uneven clicks and clacks. Realizing that they can catch him if he stays on the path, he jumps over the bushes lining it, feet landing in the dark, browning grass. Skidding to a halt, Axel glances around quickly, seeing only one means of escaping. Diving through one of the bushes, he brings his hands up to cover his head, performing a roll as he goes through two or three of the thick hedges. Sitting up, he glances around, a shaky breath leaving his lips. "That was too close."
As he glanced around, he was faced with a garden, by the looks of it. Heart shaped hedges surrounded bushels of wilting purple and red roses. The grass was browning and hard, as sun beat down on the garden; now high in the sky. Hedges surrounded the garden, standing tall and impervious as they stood in front of looming stone walls.
"Axel?" A voice questioned, a shadow looming over the rattled redhead.
Nearly jumping out of his skin, he laughs nervously at the sight of Roxas, blonde hair sparkling in the rays of the sun. "Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Glancing over the other, he sees a small orb in his hand, "What's that for?"
Roxas hummed, quickly glancing at the purple, crystallized orb in his hand. He smiled as a small, red heart pulsated inside of it. "A cricket ball." He stated, swirling around to walk back to where he came. Axel swallowed, heat flooding his cheeks as he saw that Roxas only adorned a simple black and white maid outfit that, on the white apron, was dotted with purple and red hearts: the customary colours he was used to seeing in this world. He swallowed, his throat suddenly having gone dry as he saw the way the outfit hugged Roxas's sides and w-was he?.. Axel felt his head swim. Good lord Roxas was wearing the undergarments of a girl. He tried to think politely. Tried, being the key term.
All forms of communication seem to die on his tongue, the only words that he manages to choke out are, "W-Wait!" At the sudden sound, Roxas half-turns back around, cerulean eyes dragging slowly over the redhead's frame.
Roxas smirked and crooked a finger at Axel, sauntering away with a skip in his step. Eyes locked onto those swinging hips, staggering to his feet, Axel hurries after the blonde. Following behind him, he finds himself losing track of all the twists and turns.
Axel froze, all blood rushing to his cheeks and groin as he pushed through the last hedge to feast his eyes openly on a bent over Zexion. Roxas giggled as he handed the ball to Zexion with a bow. Axel's heart pounded violently against his chest as he took in Zexion's change of clothes. Skin tight jeans hugged muscled thighs and a toned ass and left very little to the imagination, causing Axel's pants to suddenly become two sizes too small as he licked his lips, feasting his eyes upon Zexion's muscled abs, through the thin veil of a simple wispy purple shirt he wore under a black, forearm length army styled jacket. Those same toned legs reach down into inky combat boots. Axel let out a soft groan, the things he could imagine those legs could do. He froze as he felt a sensation of something dipping into his mind as Zexion bent to retrieve the ball.
Images swam through his head as he gripped at his hair. Zexion.. Under him.. In his lap.. Panting.. Sweating.. Screaming his name as he begged for more and clawed at his back. Axel felt himself break out in a sweat. Lea? Were these Lea's memories? He feasted his eyes upon Zexion once more. Fuck, yes.
Roxas glances out of the corner of his eye, before moving to the side. Ignoring everything around him, Axel strides forward as Zexion straightens back up. Gaping at the slate haired prince, Axel reaches out, grabbing the thin wrist in his hand, fingers tugging the other towards him. Emerald eyes locking with purple tinted ones, Axel grins, showing off pearly whites.
Zexion licked his lips, blinking and stepping forward and purring. "How may I help you~?"
Roxas smirked.
No answer slips from the redhead's lips, he only places a hand behind Zexion's head and smashes his lips against the others. Zexion moaned, instantly melting into the kiss as he dropped his club and wrapped his arms around Axel's neck, standing on his toes. His free arm linking around the thin waist, he pulls Zexion closer, deepening the kiss. Gripping the short hair in his fist, he pulls away, panting slightly as he reaches back in for more.
Zexion moaned wantonly, gripping Axel's shirt as he kissed him desperately, devouring his lips in a heated kiss as he started pushing the redhead back towards the castle. "Somewhere.. Private.." He gasped, eyes rolling back in his head and Axel kissed his neck.
Axel nodded, turning Zexion around to lead the way. Nipping at his neck, he places kisses on the spots where blood rises to the surface. The uncontrollable urge to just do this in the middle of the maze-like garden has to be shoved away, letting the other walk forward.
Zexion gasped, moaning at the thoughts of having those marks in the morning. He quickly pushed open the doors to the throne room, pushing Axel up the interval steps, and down onto his own throne, the Purple throne. He quickly ripped his jacket off, dropping it down the stairs and shoving his legs between Axel's and the armrests, straddling his redhead's waist and wrapping his arms around Axel -Lea's- neck, smashing their lips together in a passionate kiss.
Moaning into the kiss, Axel moves his hands back around the other, grabbing and groping all he can. Heat rushes to his cheeks, tinting them to the color of his hair. He bites Zexion's bottom lip, begging for more.
Zexion was breathing heavily, his hair clinging to his forehead as he shed Axel of his cloak. Zexion moaned, leaning into every kiss that was placed on his skin as he pressed himself flush against other, clenching his eyes shut. He grasped at the back of Axel's shirt, nails digging in as images flashed before his eyes. Lea, Lea, Lea- "Nn-! Axel!"
Groaning as those nails leave imprints in his skin, Axel struggles to discard anything that keeps their skin apart. Teeth leave marks across the perfect alabaster neck and collar. Zexion moaned, craning his neck as he slid Axel's pants down his hips, letting them fall to the floor with a dull thud. "A-Axel-!"
Peeling Zexion's skin tight pants away, Axel captures the other's lips again, not wanting to break away for a second of missing contact. Zexion's heart pounded against his chest as he pressed himself flush against Axel, his hair sticking to his skin as his skin flushed with heat that he knew Lea could only bring. Moaning as full fledged contact is made, Axel leans down, kisses left behind from lips to chest.
Zexion clawed at Axel's back, six lines streaking down his back as he let out a blissful moan, arching his back. Flipping the other over, letting Zexion lean against the throne, Axel smiles, more like a cat-like grin. Trailing fingertips along the curve of the others jaw and ending on his full lips, Axel raises an eyebrow, asking the silent question.
Zexion felt a blush spread across his cheeks as he parted his lips, hot breath leaving his lips quickly as he felt lust and ecstasy burn through his veins. Nipping lightly at the others ear, he lets his fingers dance over Zexion's body, staring at him with lustful eyes. Zexion panted, clinging to Axel's shoulders as he pushed his hips against Axel's, letting out a wanton moan. Leaning down, he bites Zexion's shoulder, his mind swimming with bliss. Zexion gazed at Axel with eyes full of passion and adoration as he littered kisses against Axel's jaw. Steadying his hips on Zexion's, orbs of green, dark and glassy, he pecks Zexion's lips.
Zexion shivered, goosebumps raising on his skin as he kissed Axel softly, portraying a small amount of passion into the kiss. Chills alighting up and down his spine, Axel presses himself further against Zexion.
Zexion panted, grinding down against Axel as he bit his neck lightly. "Z-Zexion..." he moaned, colors swirling in his vision. Zexion panted, smirking as he bit down on Axel's neck, the junction of his shoulder. Mouth gaping open, no sound comes out, choked off. Pulling Zexion's face back up, Axel smashes their lips together. Zexion groaned, clawing at Axel's chest and kissing him passionately, desperately, his mind ringing and spinning with the smell, the touch, the familiar feel. Trailing the pads of his fingers over the shorter's back, Axel lets his teeth graze over Zexion's bottom lip.
Zexion parted his lips, shuddering as goosebumps rose on his skin. His breathing was low and shallow, his eyes hazy as he held onto Axel's arms. Burying a hand into the slate hair, Axel slips his tongue into Zexion's mouth, only pulling away to breathe, "I want you..." Zexion nodded quickly, memories from his past times with Lea rushing through his head. Red, red hair, poisonous green eyes and heat, heat, fire burning through his veins as lust melted his bones and made him weak at the knees.
"P-Please.." He whispered, somewhere between a groan, and a plea.
Undeniable feelings and passion run through Axel as his glassy eyes look at Zexion. Not wanting to break their contact, he does, as he moves around slightly, making sure the position is comfortable for both. Zexion gasped, kissing Axel passionately and slipping his tongue past the red-head's kiss-swollen lips. Pulling back ever so slightly, Axel keeps their lips touching, "Ready?"
He nodded quickly, swallowing as he held onto Axel's shoulders. Pushing his lips back against Zexion's, he shoves into Zexion, keeping their lips molded together. Zexion gasped, panting as he held himself up, knees shaking as he felt ecstasy roll off him in waves, tears pouring down his cheeks. Wiping some tears away with his thumb, Axel steadily picks up speed, leaving a trail of kisses across Zexion's skin. Zexion let out a soft whimper, pushing his head against the crook of Axel's neck as he was pounded into. He let out a moan, "A-Axel!"
Between whispered sweet nothings, Axel pecks the spots around Zexion's ear. Zexion moaned softly, begging for more. Slamming into him, Axel leaves marks along his shoulder, making sure they'll be there for a few days. Zexion screamed silently, clawing at Axel's shoulders as he lifted himself up and dropped back down. Moaning as red beads on his skin, Axel captures Zexion's lips once again. Zexion hung onto the throne behind Axel as he thrusted down onto him, moaning.
Arching up into the lithe body above him, Axel places soft kisses everywhere he can reach, not able to contain the passion rolling off of him. Zexion moaned, as he rotated his hips, eyes clenched shut as he became breathless. It had been too long. Lea- Lea- Lea!
"Z-Zexion.." comes the panted breaths of Axel, letting his hand grip onto Zexion's back. Zexion bit down on Axel's shoulder, screaming in ecstasy as white flooded his vision. Colors explode before his eyes as he pulls Zexion down onto him. Zexion's nails dug into Axel's shoulders as he clenched down around him. Groaning, Axel releases into him, shuddering as he leans up on his elbows. Zexion moaned, back arching and head falling back as his muscles clenched and went rigid.
Pecking his lips, Axel keeps his arms wound around the other, smiling up at him. "I love you." he states, the words flowing out before he realizes it, coming from somewhere deep inside him. Zexion froze, eyes wide as his body went rigid. Axel clamps his mouth shut, staring up at Zexion with worried eyes, not knowing what to expect..
"Her name is Alice..
She crawls into the window,
Shapes in shadows,
Alice..
And even though she is dreaming
She's a locked for meaning for you
This kingdom, good riddance! Good freedom and innocence,
Has brought this whole thing down.."