Post by Aerith on Aug 14, 2010 23:00:34 GMT -5
Username: Aerith
Canons you own: Aerith, King Mickey
Link to RP thread: To Dance with Dragons
A single thought, a seed of consciousness, planted itself deep within the darkness. Lacking metaphorical water and sunlight, however, it remained alone, content to linger in solitude for the time being. The darkness swirled around this single thought, brushing against it with a cold desire to devour. Yet, the seed thrived in the midst of this desolate place. Somehow, it had never truly died.
...Just want to fade. Haven't got a heart. Haven't got anything left.
The singular thought was tired. But no matter the extent of its efforts to roll over and die, the darkness would not take it. The thought repeated itself over and over again, like an insistent child seeking a treat. Only the treat in this case was complete annihilation, a morbid will to be released from the troubles of the flesh.
Like a magnet, the thought soon attracted other thoughts to it, pieces of a puzzle that slowly began to rebuild the whole person it had once been. No. Not the whole person. Not this time. Or ever unless a heart could be found. He—for now, he could call himself that—remembered a face. And then, the name attached to that face surfaced in his restructured memories as well.
Roxas.
The sound of the waves lapping against the shore wakened him. Upon stirring, however, he found himself face-down in the sand, and before he could inhale any of it, he slowly flipped over onto his back with a groan. A darkness illuminated only by a rotund pearl of a moon greeted him—an eerie scene for someone returning to life who had supposedly been dead. The sand felt real beneath him, and he could definitely smell the salt of the sea and even taste a little of it in the air. Though his current surroundings were pretty barren, all of his senses were being engaged. His lips parted and the first real words he had uttered since the fiasco in Betwixt and Between were weakly wrung from his throat.
“...the hell?”
Hadn't he been dead? He could vaguely remember the feel of flames licking at his body, the disorientation he had experienced in the aftermath, the way those blue eyes had looked at him. Blue eyes that had belonged to Roxas and yet had not. That's right. Roxas was gone. He was with Sora now. Axel could remember all of it.
Oh, yeah. My name. Can't believe I almost didn't have it memorized.
He made himself chuckle a little; though, had he possessed a heart, it wouldn't have been in it. Pressing matters clouded any good mood his apparent resurrection might have triggered. Why was he here? As far as he knew, he had no reason to exist anymore. His closest friend had rejoined Sora's consciousness. The Organization—if it still existed at all—would in all likelihood want to send him back to that dark void. Being responsible for the deaths of a few members and then turning around to aid Sora weren't exactly shining examples of loyalty.
Hold on just a second... If I'm back...wonder if any of the others are back, too.
It really didn't matter to him, though. The only Organization member he wanted to see again no longer truly lived. The closest he could get to seeing Roxas again was seeing Sora. And while Sora came off as the forgiving type—the naively forgiving type—Axel doubted that he could be friends with Sora the way he had been friends with Roxas. He dug his gloved fingers into the sand at his sides and imagined he could feel a burning ache between his ribs. It wasn't as easy to think he was feeling when Roxas or Sora wasn't around, but he almost thought he felt a faint flicker of longing. And then he knew. He knew he didn't want to be alone.
Strangely enough, rain began falling from the dark sky, gently pelting Axel's face and tracing rivulets through the grains of sand still stuck to it. Having never visited this place before, he couldn't tell whether the rain was a normal occurrence or not. But the name Dark Margin floated up in his memory. He had probably heard it spoken by some Organization member or other. Deciding that lying there in the sand forever wasn't an option, the Flurry of Dancing Flames sat up, draped his right arm over his knee, and looked out over the vastness of the ocean in front of him.
The rain had turned into a torrential downpour now, soaking through his cloak and weighing his vibrant, spiky hair down. His first instinct would have been to seek shelter, maybe by summoning up a Corridor of Darkness to take him somewhere considerably less wet. But for the first time in as long as he could remember, Axel felt truly lost—or at least, he knew what feeling lost, being filled with acute despair and loneliness, felt like and knew that, could he have felt anything, now would have been an appropriate time to feel lost. He had no plans, no agendas, no missions, no orders. Nothing. The idea of having no obligations to anyone should have been a welcome freedom, but it just made more stark the fact that he had absolutely no clue what to do with himself. The longing flickered—he thought—in his chest again. Flying solo was out of the question. He needed someone, anyone, to talk to.
Hell, I died. I know I did. I have to know I'm really alive again and not just some ghost.
Finally, he stood, albeit slowly and with another pronounced groan. He debated with himself his current options. One, he could seek out Sora and awkwardly attempt to carve out some semblance of a new life with the closest person he had to his best friend. Nah. That kid's already got too many friends. And I'd be the odd one out, anyway. Two, he could seek out any Organization members who might have escaped Sora's keyblade. As unlikely as that is. There was some pretty fierce determination in those eyes. But if others had been returned from death as he had been, maybe they were coming together again. Even though he doubted he would have much of a warm welcome, he didn't have any other choices, save to wander from world to world, persisting in being alone. He wasn't sure if he could stomach a whole second lifetime of that.
Rainwater was beginning to seep into his ears. “Well...guess I know where I'm going for now.” Sighing in resignation, Axel raised a hand, and a shadowy portal blossomed to his right. He stepped through, leaving the Dark Margin behind. When the portal closed behind him, all evidence that he had been there was gone.
Figures it'd be raining here, too.
The World That Never Was drearily lay beneath sheeting rain when Axel exited his Corridor of Darkness. He could have traveled directly to the castle without getting drenched, but he wasn't stupid. He had no idea what sort of reaction he would get if he suddenly appeared in the middle of headquarters, but instinct told him it would probably involve violence. Better to take his time and prepare something to say that might get him back into the others' good graces.
For the moment, however, he folded his arms across his chest and propped his back up against one of the walls of the many drab buildings in this world. Come to think of it, his bright red hair made him stick out like a sore thumb. It wouldn't take much effort for someone to see him, even through the rain. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and spent time experiencing the sensation of the rain against his skin. He was stalling, really unwilling to go back.
Not too sure what I'm waiting for. 'S not like a few more minutes is going to make any difference. Guess it's time to see what kind of party they're going to throw me.
A sound alien and yet familiar to him roused him from the well of his inner thoughts. He opened his eyes to find a Dusk swaying haphazardly in front of him. The creature would have been unnerving to anyone else, considering it resembled a person without a skeletal structure. But for Axel, it was a normality. Upon learning the message the grunt Nobody had for him, his eyebrows rose a little. Apparently, Xemnas was still around and calling for a meeting of anyone still loyal to the Organization. Axel softly snorted. Loyal to the goals of the Organization or loyal to the personal goals of Xemnas? He didn't trust that guy farther than he could throw him. And just like that, a switch was thrown inside his head. He must have been regaining his self-preservation instincts.
A meeting with Xemnas, huh? Heh. Think I'll pass.
Without a word of explanation to the messenger Dusk, Axel opened another Corridor of Darkness. He gave one last look to the castle in the distance and narrowed his eyes. He was fully aware that, because he had been seen by a Dusk, Xemnas and whoever else was with him would soon know he was back from the dead. They wouldn't be long in releasing the hounds after that. Probably. But he had decided that, if he really had been given a second chance at living—as much as one could live without a heart—he wasn't going to waste it by walking straight into the lion's den. He would have to settle with being alone for now. With rain dripping from every inch of him, he entered the corridor without another glance back and vanished.
Canons you own: Aerith, King Mickey
Link to RP thread: To Dance with Dragons
The Phoenix from the Ashes
Rain (Female Vocal Version) by Yoko Kanno, vocals by Mai Yamane
A single thought, a seed of consciousness, planted itself deep within the darkness. Lacking metaphorical water and sunlight, however, it remained alone, content to linger in solitude for the time being. The darkness swirled around this single thought, brushing against it with a cold desire to devour. Yet, the seed thrived in the midst of this desolate place. Somehow, it had never truly died.
...Just want to fade. Haven't got a heart. Haven't got anything left.
The singular thought was tired. But no matter the extent of its efforts to roll over and die, the darkness would not take it. The thought repeated itself over and over again, like an insistent child seeking a treat. Only the treat in this case was complete annihilation, a morbid will to be released from the troubles of the flesh.
Like a magnet, the thought soon attracted other thoughts to it, pieces of a puzzle that slowly began to rebuild the whole person it had once been. No. Not the whole person. Not this time. Or ever unless a heart could be found. He—for now, he could call himself that—remembered a face. And then, the name attached to that face surfaced in his restructured memories as well.
Roxas.
* * * * *
The sound of the waves lapping against the shore wakened him. Upon stirring, however, he found himself face-down in the sand, and before he could inhale any of it, he slowly flipped over onto his back with a groan. A darkness illuminated only by a rotund pearl of a moon greeted him—an eerie scene for someone returning to life who had supposedly been dead. The sand felt real beneath him, and he could definitely smell the salt of the sea and even taste a little of it in the air. Though his current surroundings were pretty barren, all of his senses were being engaged. His lips parted and the first real words he had uttered since the fiasco in Betwixt and Between were weakly wrung from his throat.
“...the hell?”
Hadn't he been dead? He could vaguely remember the feel of flames licking at his body, the disorientation he had experienced in the aftermath, the way those blue eyes had looked at him. Blue eyes that had belonged to Roxas and yet had not. That's right. Roxas was gone. He was with Sora now. Axel could remember all of it.
Oh, yeah. My name. Can't believe I almost didn't have it memorized.
He made himself chuckle a little; though, had he possessed a heart, it wouldn't have been in it. Pressing matters clouded any good mood his apparent resurrection might have triggered. Why was he here? As far as he knew, he had no reason to exist anymore. His closest friend had rejoined Sora's consciousness. The Organization—if it still existed at all—would in all likelihood want to send him back to that dark void. Being responsible for the deaths of a few members and then turning around to aid Sora weren't exactly shining examples of loyalty.
Hold on just a second... If I'm back...wonder if any of the others are back, too.
It really didn't matter to him, though. The only Organization member he wanted to see again no longer truly lived. The closest he could get to seeing Roxas again was seeing Sora. And while Sora came off as the forgiving type—the naively forgiving type—Axel doubted that he could be friends with Sora the way he had been friends with Roxas. He dug his gloved fingers into the sand at his sides and imagined he could feel a burning ache between his ribs. It wasn't as easy to think he was feeling when Roxas or Sora wasn't around, but he almost thought he felt a faint flicker of longing. And then he knew. He knew he didn't want to be alone.
Strangely enough, rain began falling from the dark sky, gently pelting Axel's face and tracing rivulets through the grains of sand still stuck to it. Having never visited this place before, he couldn't tell whether the rain was a normal occurrence or not. But the name Dark Margin floated up in his memory. He had probably heard it spoken by some Organization member or other. Deciding that lying there in the sand forever wasn't an option, the Flurry of Dancing Flames sat up, draped his right arm over his knee, and looked out over the vastness of the ocean in front of him.
The rain had turned into a torrential downpour now, soaking through his cloak and weighing his vibrant, spiky hair down. His first instinct would have been to seek shelter, maybe by summoning up a Corridor of Darkness to take him somewhere considerably less wet. But for the first time in as long as he could remember, Axel felt truly lost—or at least, he knew what feeling lost, being filled with acute despair and loneliness, felt like and knew that, could he have felt anything, now would have been an appropriate time to feel lost. He had no plans, no agendas, no missions, no orders. Nothing. The idea of having no obligations to anyone should have been a welcome freedom, but it just made more stark the fact that he had absolutely no clue what to do with himself. The longing flickered—he thought—in his chest again. Flying solo was out of the question. He needed someone, anyone, to talk to.
Hell, I died. I know I did. I have to know I'm really alive again and not just some ghost.
Finally, he stood, albeit slowly and with another pronounced groan. He debated with himself his current options. One, he could seek out Sora and awkwardly attempt to carve out some semblance of a new life with the closest person he had to his best friend. Nah. That kid's already got too many friends. And I'd be the odd one out, anyway. Two, he could seek out any Organization members who might have escaped Sora's keyblade. As unlikely as that is. There was some pretty fierce determination in those eyes. But if others had been returned from death as he had been, maybe they were coming together again. Even though he doubted he would have much of a warm welcome, he didn't have any other choices, save to wander from world to world, persisting in being alone. He wasn't sure if he could stomach a whole second lifetime of that.
Rainwater was beginning to seep into his ears. “Well...guess I know where I'm going for now.” Sighing in resignation, Axel raised a hand, and a shadowy portal blossomed to his right. He stepped through, leaving the Dark Margin behind. When the portal closed behind him, all evidence that he had been there was gone.
* * * * *
Figures it'd be raining here, too.
The World That Never Was drearily lay beneath sheeting rain when Axel exited his Corridor of Darkness. He could have traveled directly to the castle without getting drenched, but he wasn't stupid. He had no idea what sort of reaction he would get if he suddenly appeared in the middle of headquarters, but instinct told him it would probably involve violence. Better to take his time and prepare something to say that might get him back into the others' good graces.
For the moment, however, he folded his arms across his chest and propped his back up against one of the walls of the many drab buildings in this world. Come to think of it, his bright red hair made him stick out like a sore thumb. It wouldn't take much effort for someone to see him, even through the rain. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and spent time experiencing the sensation of the rain against his skin. He was stalling, really unwilling to go back.
Not too sure what I'm waiting for. 'S not like a few more minutes is going to make any difference. Guess it's time to see what kind of party they're going to throw me.
A sound alien and yet familiar to him roused him from the well of his inner thoughts. He opened his eyes to find a Dusk swaying haphazardly in front of him. The creature would have been unnerving to anyone else, considering it resembled a person without a skeletal structure. But for Axel, it was a normality. Upon learning the message the grunt Nobody had for him, his eyebrows rose a little. Apparently, Xemnas was still around and calling for a meeting of anyone still loyal to the Organization. Axel softly snorted. Loyal to the goals of the Organization or loyal to the personal goals of Xemnas? He didn't trust that guy farther than he could throw him. And just like that, a switch was thrown inside his head. He must have been regaining his self-preservation instincts.
A meeting with Xemnas, huh? Heh. Think I'll pass.
Without a word of explanation to the messenger Dusk, Axel opened another Corridor of Darkness. He gave one last look to the castle in the distance and narrowed his eyes. He was fully aware that, because he had been seen by a Dusk, Xemnas and whoever else was with him would soon know he was back from the dead. They wouldn't be long in releasing the hounds after that. Probably. But he had decided that, if he really had been given a second chance at living—as much as one could live without a heart—he wasn't going to waste it by walking straight into the lion's den. He would have to settle with being alone for now. With rain dripping from every inch of him, he entered the corridor without another glance back and vanished.
