he really loves Roxas. as he is, here, leaning against him, claiming that he isn't tired, even though he clearly is. a soft smile spread across his usually scowling face, and his eyes close. he tries to remember a time where he hadn't been in love with the blond. he thinks back to when he, as a boy, was enrolled in a fishing class. he had stood between Sora and Roxas as they fashioned spears and took turns aiming for a fish fashioned out of wood, to prepare them to fish.
it was easy to fall in love there, when the sun beat down on them and Roxas' rare smiles drowned out the sun.
the request--that's even rarer. but he drops his mouth against his ear, soft. ]
You want to risk it?
[ it's not accusing, nor judging. simply a question; Roxas is smart. He didn't need a lecture on what staying could mean. ]
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he really loves Roxas. as he is, here, leaning against him, claiming that he isn't tired, even though he clearly is. a soft smile spread across his usually scowling face, and his eyes close. he tries to remember a time where he hadn't been in love with the blond. he thinks back to when he, as a boy, was enrolled in a fishing class. he had stood between Sora and Roxas as they fashioned spears and took turns aiming for a fish fashioned out of wood, to prepare them to fish.
it was easy to fall in love there, when the sun beat down on them and Roxas' rare smiles drowned out the sun.
the request--that's even rarer. but he drops his mouth against his ear, soft. ]
You want to risk it?
[ it's not accusing, nor judging. simply a question; Roxas is smart. He didn't need a lecture on what staying could mean. ]