Holograph.
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kh_drabbleChallenge: [083] Reflection
Title: Holograph
Word Count: 468
Rating: Oooh, R, I'd say. There's sexual content and one bad word. Not one for the kiddies.
Notes: Axel & Larxene and their interactions. Spoilers for CoM. *squeaks in, hopefully under the wire*
Before Roxas, they sometimes used to fuck like cats in heat. Loud, messy, teeth locked in matching snarls and claws bared, stripped of their sheaths of black leather. It was desperate, it was hopeless, but anything, anything was better than facing the endless aching boredom alone.
It wasn't entirely true, but it seemed that together, they found a certain camaraderie that all but certain elders of The Organization lacked. They could sit in the library loudly exchanging foul pleasantries with hooded eyes and know that everyone else thought them harsh and mad.
Sometimes it even started there. She'd begin with a sideways glower, and he'd return a toothy smile. They'd move on into casual insults, shifting rapidly into sly threats and insinuations. It would end with her hand on his arm, digging into the wiry muscle, leading him to her room. They would strip swiftly, neither particularly interested in the details of the other's body, and slide together, limbs tangling, losing all the catlike grace and flame-bright elegance that marked them in the outside world.
She liked to be on top, in control, whisper-blue eyes wide and blank as mirrors; reflecting pools with no secrets to divulge. His eyes, burning like acid, closed only when he wanted to thrust a little harder, to push a little deeper into her eternally unyielding body. He would snap at her, aiming for an ear and catching only a mouthful of fine blonde hair. If she caught him by surprise, her nails would leave stumbling lines of blood across his skin, so he learned to hold her wrists wide, his fingers leaving ugly bruises that she'd laugh off afterwards as she pulled on her gloves. Without living heartbeats to help them find a rhythm, they used her bed, slamming it against the wall over and over again until they came screaming, bodies dripping with cold sweat. Their mouths never met in anything so prosaic as a kiss, instead whispering soft vulgarities that sometimes touched lips and teeth and tongues, but more often drifted into the stagnant air.
They would dress in silence, each outwardly indifferent to what the other might be thinking. Only shifting cloth and slowly purring zippers threatened the silence, followed by the shallow hiss of a closing door as he left.
He knew that it had been a temporary arrangement, something to kill time until something more interesting appeared to pique his curiosity. There were no bonds between them strong enough to survive the arrival of a boy with more mysteries locked in his head than either of them could claim existed in either of their lives. Still, he reflected, knowing that he had sent her to wage her final battle, the comfortable stain of betrayal lingering on his thin lips, there might have been something there to regret.
Title: Holograph
Word Count: 468
Rating: Oooh, R, I'd say. There's sexual content and one bad word. Not one for the kiddies.
Notes: Axel & Larxene and their interactions. Spoilers for CoM. *squeaks in, hopefully under the wire*
Before Roxas, they sometimes used to fuck like cats in heat. Loud, messy, teeth locked in matching snarls and claws bared, stripped of their sheaths of black leather. It was desperate, it was hopeless, but anything, anything was better than facing the endless aching boredom alone.
It wasn't entirely true, but it seemed that together, they found a certain camaraderie that all but certain elders of The Organization lacked. They could sit in the library loudly exchanging foul pleasantries with hooded eyes and know that everyone else thought them harsh and mad.
Sometimes it even started there. She'd begin with a sideways glower, and he'd return a toothy smile. They'd move on into casual insults, shifting rapidly into sly threats and insinuations. It would end with her hand on his arm, digging into the wiry muscle, leading him to her room. They would strip swiftly, neither particularly interested in the details of the other's body, and slide together, limbs tangling, losing all the catlike grace and flame-bright elegance that marked them in the outside world.
She liked to be on top, in control, whisper-blue eyes wide and blank as mirrors; reflecting pools with no secrets to divulge. His eyes, burning like acid, closed only when he wanted to thrust a little harder, to push a little deeper into her eternally unyielding body. He would snap at her, aiming for an ear and catching only a mouthful of fine blonde hair. If she caught him by surprise, her nails would leave stumbling lines of blood across his skin, so he learned to hold her wrists wide, his fingers leaving ugly bruises that she'd laugh off afterwards as she pulled on her gloves. Without living heartbeats to help them find a rhythm, they used her bed, slamming it against the wall over and over again until they came screaming, bodies dripping with cold sweat. Their mouths never met in anything so prosaic as a kiss, instead whispering soft vulgarities that sometimes touched lips and teeth and tongues, but more often drifted into the stagnant air.
They would dress in silence, each outwardly indifferent to what the other might be thinking. Only shifting cloth and slowly purring zippers threatened the silence, followed by the shallow hiss of a closing door as he left.
He knew that it had been a temporary arrangement, something to kill time until something more interesting appeared to pique his curiosity. There were no bonds between them strong enough to survive the arrival of a boy with more mysteries locked in his head than either of them could claim existed in either of their lives. Still, he reflected, knowing that he had sent her to wage her final battle, the comfortable stain of betrayal lingering on his thin lips, there might have been something there to regret.
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Date: 2006-11-18 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-21 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-18 06:27 pm (UTC)Yeah, Axel/Larxene is not my favorite pairing, but wow did this work for me. Your writing is incredible, the little nuances, the character work... My favorite bit is "Without living heartbeats to help them find a rhythm, they used her bed, slamming it against the wall over and over again until they came screaming, bodies dripping with cold sweat. Their mouths never met in anything so prosaic as a kiss, instead whispering soft vulgarities that sometimes touched lips and teeth and tongues, but more often drifted into the stagnant air." Yeah. Yeah.
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Date: 2006-11-21 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-18 07:39 pm (UTC)*psssst* You should also post it on
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Date: 2006-11-21 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-21 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-19 12:12 am (UTC)You've just blown that idea right out of the water, miss. (Miss?) Wonderful work, and I could really go on forever about how awsome this piece is.
Seriously, though, awesome job. ♥
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Date: 2006-11-21 12:01 pm (UTC)Thank you very much!
(also, miss is correct. ^-^)