Roxas Knight

crem8d:

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Roxas-mun is so talented and I’m so lucky to have them love my Axel (and me) enough to draw him. 

Nerd.

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This wasn’t about seeing who could outdo the other in terms of ‘who messed up more,’ but about admitting that they’d been a balanced head on collision long after the literal fact. Axel parted his lips with a sticky detachment and allowed his hands to hang between his thighs, shoulders sagging and eyes shutting in pained contemplation because — God, he wanted to go back and wipe the slate clean. If there was only one thing he could do… “Does believing it was inevitable make it that much worse?” Eyes still shut, his brow rose and the rest of his thoughts scraped up his throat without the typical contention. His teeth ached because they were over. Roxas and he were over, and his jaw stung from suppression. 

“Because the more I think about it the more I realize we’re both genuinely sick people, and I wanted so much from you when you were too young. There was no way, and all I can think about now is how sorry I am for being irresponsible with you. I took some of the best formative years of your life and butchered them because I wanted something you probably could’ve only started giving me now, and it wasn’t even your fault. How were you supposed to know the cataclysmic implications behind your actions? No wonder… No wonder we’re what we are now.” His almond eyes reopened, hazed over by cyclic thoughts. “I’m sorry, too. I’ll never not be sorry. I could’ve been a good thing for you, but I abused every opportunity I had by delving into both of our neurosis as if it’d fix the problems. Excuse them, even.”

Reality kept strumming chords in Roxas’ heart. There was a small voice in the back of his head, and he wasn’t sure if it was his brain playing a sick trick on him or what, but it was yelling that things weren’t supposed to be like this. They had the connection that was beyond their control, and the red string of fate was trembling.

There was no next life for them to try this again. Both were bound to live forever, and with other people. It was beyond Roxas how he was supposed to find someone else to spend the rest of his life with. They would die and move on and find each other again and repeat, but hope that it would provide a different outcome. It was insanity, but it was how things were supposed to be. 

Roxas had a hand on his own chest and felt along his heart. It pained him whenever he realized he would never be able to be with Axel again. He was busy being heartbroken and mourning what could’ve been, which at one point seemed near. 

“You were good to me…” He finally muttered after some moment of silence. Roxas was starting to wish that he could wash his brain free of Axel and start off fresh, but it was impossible. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry every poor choice we’ve made has led up to this. This, meaning how we’ll never be able to be with each other. Not in this life or next.” Roxas brought his hands down and started picking at his nails with a plain expression that couldn’t represent his heartbreak. “We probably would’ve burned down the world, anyway, you know?” As if that would help soothe the pain. 

“But whether you’re with me or not… you deserve to be happy.”

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crem8d:

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"Copulating with everyone except one another probably would be a good starting point. Forgetting we’re not disposable goods — you know, maybe we became so comfortable with one another we genuinely thought nothing could touch us, and so here we are…” He trailed off and drummed his nails along the countertop — incapable of eye contact because there was so much shame. Self-hate would’ve been a luxury at that point. ”…three years later as a testament to how love isn’t exactly bulletproof. But it’s only… an educated guess…” Axel swallowed the lump clogging his throat and rubbed his thumb through a rogue smudge decorating the tabletop.

Eyes adverted away from the wizard because he felt the shame as well. There was a heavy weight on his chest that was guilt and the words he wanted to see. Whenever the words traveled up his throat, there would be something blocking and preventing them from coming out of his mouth. “We were on fire for a while, and we shined bright like the sun, but I guess every sun has its sunset, you know?” Roxas rubbed his lips together. “We crashed and burned. Could it have been prevented, though?” He took in a deep breath and stared at the countertop and its pattern before he was staring at Axel’s fingers. “I’m sorry. If I could go back in time and stop myself from running my mouth or doing those– things… I would. I took a lot of things for granted.”

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crem8d:

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"I think we fucked up."

"You think so?" Very, very, very small laughter. “Where do you think we went wrong?”

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Skingraft SS 2015 by Hadar Pitchon.
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Alex Cretey Systermans is a Paris-based fine art and editorial photographer. He regularly contributes to The New-York Times, The Wall Street Journal, National Geographic, Le Monde, enRoute Magazine, Air France Magazine and Cult Magazine. Systermans is currently an active member of Strang.rsInternational Photography Club, the Hans Lucas Creative Studio and is in the process of working on his first publication.
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“sora… you’re lucky. looks like my summer vacation is… over.”
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