entrancelogs | Axel and Roxas

Who: Axel [

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Where: Their room; second floor, room 138
When: Morning of the 21st
Rating: PG
Summary: Watch out for the ghosts~ The married couple wake up on the morning of the 21st, and something isn't quite right.
the Story:

By all rights, this morning shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. It should be like the other hundreds of mornings that Roxas has spent with his husband by his side, waking up in his arms and being able to savour the moment each time. Sure, there have been a few that have been... slightly out of the ordinary.

But nothing really compares to this.

As he starts to stir, Roxas can immediately tell that something is amiss, and he's hesitant to open his eyes and find out what exactly that thing is. "Axel...?" he ventures tentatively instead, not being able to feel the other anywhere close by. It's possible that the redhead has already gotten up and is making the most of his day, but...

When there's no answer, Roxas opens his eyes and takes a look around-- and immediately wishes that he hadn't.

Despite stints in Halloween Town, the teenager has never really believed in ghosts. But the situation at hand was forcing him to change his tune, because his husband was one.

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Axel had woken just before Roxas, as he usually did, squeezing his eyes shut against the bright sunlight, but try as he might, it was harder to block out today. And he felt unusually cold. And when he opened his eyes, he discovered he was quite... see-through.

When Roxas calls for him, he can barely bring himself to answer through his shock. He almost attempts to touch him, but stops just short, hand hovering near the blond's cheek. Then Roxas opens his eyes and is able to see what has become of him. Axel almost wants to hide, but it might be for the best that he try to figure this out with his husband, so as not to scare him. He can only imagine what would happen if Roxas saw him this way only to have him disappear moments later.

"Roxas," he says, and his voice is wavery and light; almost as transparent as he is, "don't panic." It might not be the best thing to say, but he has to try, at least.

Panicking was the first thing on Roxas's mind, but he wills himself to be calm at his husband's request. Making a big deal out of it won't help them return Axel to solidity. Instead, he reaches his hand up and tries to touch the redhead, though he knows his hand will probably go right through the other-- and he isn't disappointed by the result. Though he is undoubtedly scared.

"I-I won't panic," he finally manages, withdrawing his hand again, fighting down the shivers that having his hand pass through Axel has brought. "We can-- what's going on? How is this even... even possible?" Disbelief is etched all over his features; he's still not sure that he believes this is happening.

"Well, I am... dead, after all..." he chuckles nervously, shivering when the other's hand passes through him. He reaches out experimentally, touching his fingertips to Roxas' hand, finding they make no solid contact either. He hums in disappointment, then looks back at Roxas' face. "But," he says, thinking, reasoning away possible causes, "I'm not dead for good. And I'm not leaving. I was supposed to die in five years, right? And not come back...." It's a sensitive topic, but one he feels needs to be breached in this situation. "But I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere. Must be an event, huh? And it'll be over by tomorrow." All they had to do was get through today.

The reaction that Roxas got from trying to touch Axel intrigued him, and it was only a combination of fright and pure willpower that stopped him from trying to do it again. His look of disbelief is quickly replaced by a frown; no matter how long he's had to get used to the idea, being reminded of his husband's death always manages to affect him. "I know," he says quietly, trying not to let it show too much. "You're not gonna die again. Not now, and not in five years either. And you're not gonna leave. I'm making sure of that." Roxas sighs, wishing for nothing more than to be able to curl up in Axel's arms and pretend that all of this isn't happening. "I really hope that it's just an event. Either way, we'll cope. I know that we can. We've just gotta stick together."

"Yeah, you're strong. We both are. We'll be fine," he reassures, and he wants to touch him so badly, just to soothe him and let him know that they'll be okay. So he reaches out and....

Makes solid contact with the blond's cheek. He can feel it, but only for a few moments, and then he passes through him again. "Weird," he comments, but he wants to try again.

He sucks in a deep breath when Axel's hand makes contact with his cheek; he definitely hadn't been expecting that, hadn't been expecting for his husband to be able to do that, but nonetheless it was a pleasant surprise.

After the shivering from the sudden feeling of cold subsides, Roxas gazes at the other curiously. "... what did you do? Is there any way that you can manage it again?" He's eager to have even the smallest amount of contact with him, and it shows.

"...I wanted to touch you, so I did," he says a little bewilderedly, blinking at his husband. He's very keen on the other's idea, though, and attempts to touch him again, focusing on it; pouring all his energy into the act.

He maintains contact longer this time, stroking the blond's cheek gently, before finally pulling away. Unfortunately, the concentration on corporeality seems to sap his strength. "I don't think I can maintain it for long," he says a little sadly, frowning in disappointment, "Makes me feel tired."

"Hey, hey, don't worry about it," Roxas says softly, trying to soothe his husband as best he can. Without physical contact, this proves to be a little more difficult than he had anticipated, but he tries his best anyway-- even blowing Axel a few kisses. "We can work up to it. For now, I'm just glad that you're still here. Even if I can't touch you."

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