Challenge Post - 214
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kh_drabbleChallenge: [214] Cakewalk
Title: Have Your Cake and Eat it Too
Wordcount: 583
Notes: Sometimes, you have to actually say what you mean. Features Axel, Roxas, and Xion. Fluff, mostly. Mild spoilers for 358/2 Days.
“Piece of cake,” Axel says with a crooked smile and turns to Roxas, who is looking up at him like he is mildly insane, and Axel feels the need to reiterate: “Well it was a piece of cake. Look—didn’t even break out in a sweat, either of us.”
It could possibly have something to do with the fact that Roxas is getting better and better with that Keyblade of his with each passing day, but it’s not like Axel is going to come out and just say that.
“It wasn’t cake,” Roxas replies, deadpan, though there is the slightest tinge of confusion coloring his voice. “It was a mission.”
Axel blinks at his companion and then sighs, running fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe I have to explain… For crying out loud, Roxas, it means that this mission was easy. That’s what people say a lot when something really isn’t a challenge.”
“But there’s no cake,” Roxas continues, as if he expects a piece to appear out of thin air. “That doesn’t make sense.”
Axel good-naturedly rolls his eyes. “It’s just a saying.”
Roxas shakes his head. “Then why not just say what you mean? Why don’t you say, ‘that was easy’ instead?”
Axel sighs long-sufferingly. “You’ll figure it out at some point. Come on—let’s head back.”
~*~
“Piece of cake,” he says (weeks and weeks later), while Roxas stares at him in what appears to be astounded disbelief.
“They said you were--” Roxas cuts himself off, approaching Axel and hesitantly touching his chest and then his face. Axel doesn’t quite get it, but he stays perfectly still. “But you’re not. You’re here.”
Oh.
“And if you do something like that again,” Roxas continues, voice much less brittle, “I’m going to kill you! I thought you were….”
But he can’t finish, and Axel understands. “Didn’t enjoy your vacation away from me, hmm?”
“It… wasn’t a piece of cake,” Roxas replies, suddenly very interested in his feet.
Axel smiles. “That’s kinda… nice to hear.”
“What’s this about cake? I don’t understand.” Her voice is soft, meek.
“That’s Xion,” Roxas rushes to explain. “She’s… been keeping me company, I guess you could say.”
She looks a lot like Naminé, Axel realizes, but the eyes are different. The eyes are more like—
Axel smiles again and it’s welcoming. “Gotta explain it to you too, huh?”
~*~
They’re on break and they’re at the beach—Axel watches them as they search for seashells and as they laugh and tease and wave him over to join them (“because it’s only right when you’re with us, too,” Xion explains).
They fit right in here, the two of them, and Axel knows why, but can’t (doesn’t) say.
The sun is setting and they should head back soon (soon is not now), but Axel doesn’t want to go quite yet. He’s surrounded by the warmth of them: his gentle laugh and her shy smile, and he’s not ready to leave.
He’s content – for the time being – to forget about what will be and to focus on what is.
“Sometimes you can have your cake and eat it too,” he says (mostly to himself), and two sets of midnight-blue gaze up at him as he pulls them closer to himself, to each other. For a moment, he thinks another explanation is in order.
But they fool him: “Yeah,” they say in unison, and then fall silent, their heads pillowed against his shoulders.
Nothing else needs to be said.
Title: Have Your Cake and Eat it Too
Wordcount: 583
Notes: Sometimes, you have to actually say what you mean. Features Axel, Roxas, and Xion. Fluff, mostly. Mild spoilers for 358/2 Days.
“Piece of cake,” Axel says with a crooked smile and turns to Roxas, who is looking up at him like he is mildly insane, and Axel feels the need to reiterate: “Well it was a piece of cake. Look—didn’t even break out in a sweat, either of us.”
It could possibly have something to do with the fact that Roxas is getting better and better with that Keyblade of his with each passing day, but it’s not like Axel is going to come out and just say that.
“It wasn’t cake,” Roxas replies, deadpan, though there is the slightest tinge of confusion coloring his voice. “It was a mission.”
Axel blinks at his companion and then sighs, running fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe I have to explain… For crying out loud, Roxas, it means that this mission was easy. That’s what people say a lot when something really isn’t a challenge.”
“But there’s no cake,” Roxas continues, as if he expects a piece to appear out of thin air. “That doesn’t make sense.”
Axel good-naturedly rolls his eyes. “It’s just a saying.”
Roxas shakes his head. “Then why not just say what you mean? Why don’t you say, ‘that was easy’ instead?”
Axel sighs long-sufferingly. “You’ll figure it out at some point. Come on—let’s head back.”
~*~
“Piece of cake,” he says (weeks and weeks later), while Roxas stares at him in what appears to be astounded disbelief.
“They said you were--” Roxas cuts himself off, approaching Axel and hesitantly touching his chest and then his face. Axel doesn’t quite get it, but he stays perfectly still. “But you’re not. You’re here.”
Oh.
“And if you do something like that again,” Roxas continues, voice much less brittle, “I’m going to kill you! I thought you were….”
But he can’t finish, and Axel understands. “Didn’t enjoy your vacation away from me, hmm?”
“It… wasn’t a piece of cake,” Roxas replies, suddenly very interested in his feet.
Axel smiles. “That’s kinda… nice to hear.”
“What’s this about cake? I don’t understand.” Her voice is soft, meek.
“That’s Xion,” Roxas rushes to explain. “She’s… been keeping me company, I guess you could say.”
She looks a lot like Naminé, Axel realizes, but the eyes are different. The eyes are more like—
Axel smiles again and it’s welcoming. “Gotta explain it to you too, huh?”
~*~
They’re on break and they’re at the beach—Axel watches them as they search for seashells and as they laugh and tease and wave him over to join them (“because it’s only right when you’re with us, too,” Xion explains).
They fit right in here, the two of them, and Axel knows why, but can’t (doesn’t) say.
The sun is setting and they should head back soon (soon is not now), but Axel doesn’t want to go quite yet. He’s surrounded by the warmth of them: his gentle laugh and her shy smile, and he’s not ready to leave.
He’s content – for the time being – to forget about what will be and to focus on what is.
“Sometimes you can have your cake and eat it too,” he says (mostly to himself), and two sets of midnight-blue gaze up at him as he pulls them closer to himself, to each other. For a moment, he thinks another explanation is in order.
But they fool him: “Yeah,” they say in unison, and then fall silent, their heads pillowed against his shoulders.
Nothing else needs to be said.
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