Oh hey, an AN's chapter! No one ever wants to see one of these, but in this particular case, no, this is not me saying the story will be forever discontinued. I'm in the process of editing it, and man, does it need editing! But when that's done I'll be uploading NEW chapters and the story can continue as planned.
Hopefully.
By the way, if anyone is interested in being my BETA, that'd be cool. I do all the editing on my own, but you know, there are always things to be improved and even I miss things. So yeah, if you'd like to help with that let me know!
(Just as an extra note here, editing a chapter takes about, say, a day to two days. So maybe by the end of next week I'll be getting on with the new content? Just hang around and see, alright? Alright.)
Oh, and, I don't even think AN exclusive chapters are allowed, so here's a bit of the beginning of chapter six. Unedited of course, and almost a year old... yikes.
Over a breakfast of toast and eggs, Zexion was witness to the enigma that was Axel.
For one, the man could talk for ages, never tiring, never breathless, about absolutely nothing. From rain to shoes to a funny commercial he'd seen on the television, his information was boundless and, well, unimportant, but still interesting. Yet, when it came time for him to listen, his stare became so intent that it almost made Zexion uncomfortable to add his two cents. Those acidic green eyes? Entirely capable of rendering a person completely hypnotized. The predatory smirk on his face? Certainly made you feel like a creature under glass to admire.
Then there was the obvious: Axel was obviously a man built strongly upon two things, sex and fire.
Although, Zexion thought, the two weren't exactly different. Even less so to someone like Axel. The red head hadn't even noticed he'd been toying with the catch on a lighter until he caught Zexion staring, and then his ever present smirk perked up even further.
"Do you like fire, Zexion?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with fire?"
"Ha!" Axel leaned back in his chair and glanced idly out the double doors. "Like I haven't heard that line a dozen times. This week." Leaning forward once more, he balanced his chin on his hands and fixed Zexion with his alluring stare. "Fire is the origin of all things. It's life. And I love it." He let out a small chuckle and added, "But I admit that, yes, good old mom told me not to play with it. Because you can't expect not to get burned." His fingers idled over the tiny marks beneath his eyes, black and dead compared to the rest of his pale skin.
Zexion would have made a noise of sympathy for the man, but he knew marks so small and precise could not be an accident. They were created with a purpose. Be it against his will or not.
Before he could say anything on the subject, Axel's eyes widened comically and, suddenly, his arms were pinwheeling as he toppled backwards, chair and all.
TBC