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Title: Machine
Word Prompt: Gone
Word Count: 347
Rating: G
Pairing: AxelRoxas
Summary: It shouldn't have been so much of a mystery. [AU] Axel's point of view.
He had this stupid little obsession with becoming ambidextrous.
No joke.
I'd wake up sometimes and see him, in the dead of night, fiddling with a pencil or something in his left hand. The way a drummer twirls and toys with his sticks.
When we went to the crummy, rundown little diner down the street because our fridge was empty and we had nowhere important to be, he'd do the same thing with the smudged, tarnished silverware. Or with his straw before he unwrapped it.
A UPS guy brought a package once and he'd gone all serious and tight lipped. Had, with the utmost care and concentration, signed his name with his left hand.
It was crazy and weird and I'd asked him why it mattered one time.
He'd shrugged, picked up a pen, and began to twirl it.
When he started doodling on napkins, I told him he was a freak. He couldn't even draw with his right hand, let alone its gimpy counterpart.
But it shouldn't have been so much of a mystery. He was the kind of person who always needed to be in control of himself.
A couple weeks into the whole endeavor he had shoved a piece of paper in front of my face, dangled it there and looked at me with a scowl. I squinted at the pair of signatures, said the 'R' in the left one was a little jagged, and he looked frustrated and shuffled off.
But after about a month he could sign his name flawlessly. He could actually sketch something halfway decent. He could've run off to become some cross dressing baton twirler. (Seeing him in the skirt would have been worth it.)
That was one more weakness he had driven into the dust. Driven into the dust and ground out with his heel just for good measure.
Pretty soon I would be the most obvious defect. But maybe he'd excuse that one if I was lucky.
Word Prompt: Gone
Word Count: 347
Rating: G
Pairing: AxelRoxas
Summary: It shouldn't have been so much of a mystery. [AU] Axel's point of view.
He had this stupid little obsession with becoming ambidextrous.
No joke.
I'd wake up sometimes and see him, in the dead of night, fiddling with a pencil or something in his left hand. The way a drummer twirls and toys with his sticks.
When we went to the crummy, rundown little diner down the street because our fridge was empty and we had nowhere important to be, he'd do the same thing with the smudged, tarnished silverware. Or with his straw before he unwrapped it.
A UPS guy brought a package once and he'd gone all serious and tight lipped. Had, with the utmost care and concentration, signed his name with his left hand.
It was crazy and weird and I'd asked him why it mattered one time.
He'd shrugged, picked up a pen, and began to twirl it.
When he started doodling on napkins, I told him he was a freak. He couldn't even draw with his right hand, let alone its gimpy counterpart.
But it shouldn't have been so much of a mystery. He was the kind of person who always needed to be in control of himself.
A couple weeks into the whole endeavor he had shoved a piece of paper in front of my face, dangled it there and looked at me with a scowl. I squinted at the pair of signatures, said the 'R' in the left one was a little jagged, and he looked frustrated and shuffled off.
But after about a month he could sign his name flawlessly. He could actually sketch something halfway decent. He could've run off to become some cross dressing baton twirler. (Seeing him in the skirt would have been worth it.)
That was one more weakness he had driven into the dust. Driven into the dust and ground out with his heel just for good measure.
Pretty soon I would be the most obvious defect. But maybe he'd excuse that one if I was lucky.
No one's perfect, darling. You don't have to be such a machine.