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[ A Welcoming; AIM Log-- COMPLETE ]
Who: Xigbar(![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadowbullet), Xaldin(wind_of_despair)
Where Garden, Xigbar’s Room
When: Late morning
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Death was never a factor in a Nobody’s so-called life.
the Story:
He wasn't completely certain exactly.. how he had found his way out of the endless corridors, but eventually there were firm stone steps leading down and outside of the enormous mansion. Looking down the side of the building it didn't look exactly that big, but.. Worlds had a tendency to twist things. He knew from experience. Everything wasn't gold that gleamed, and so on and so forth. The green grass was crisp with morning dew still, and the air smelled.. fresh. Delightfully fresh. He inhaled deeply through his nose, feeling calmer every second.
No creatures in sight any longer, but he'd find someone — or something — to question eventually. He was certain of it.
"God — fucking — DAMN IT."
An explosion-like sound was heard down the hallways, and inside an open room. There, if someone were to witness it, was a small spot against the wall covered with ash and burnt wood-probably from whatever went boom in the room. The sniper was pissed, and in pain; drinking too much caused that, of course.. and he just had to get drunk, didn't he?
"… I hate this hangover." said II before walking over to the bed, plopping himself on it, wanting the pain to go away. He'll have to replace that spot soon, too.
Something — somewhere — made a whole lot of noise. Mildly curious at this firs sign of activity, Xaldin looked up to see a faint tendril of smoke curl its way out of a window. Interesting. And he who had just left the building too. Such a shame.
He tensed the muscles of his legs only for a moment before leaping straight up, letting the wind grasp hold of him, and take him further, cradle him securely and he guided it over to the open window. Just for curiosity. Not trouble. He wished to stay out of that.
”Well.. well..” He put a single foot on the windowsill, letting his weight return as he stepped onto it. “What have we here, then..”
When Xaldin spoke, Xigbar thought he heard a ghost, although.. there were dead people here, breathing, walking, and living — Marluxia and his little nutty band from Castle Oblivion was proof. The sniper sat up straight, looking towards the window to see a familiar looking face.. black hair, blue eyes, and a charming voice to add to it; The Whirlwind Lancer was by the window, being his usual self.
"… You've got great timing, you know." said Freeshooter sarcastically before holding his head, walking towards him. He was kind of glad someone trustworthy was back, though.
”Really, now.” Dispersing the wind altogether, Xaldin stepped up completely onto the windowsill, making him several heads taller than the Freeshooter before lightly leaping down onto his toes to the floor. He looked the man over. No.. he hadn't changed, much, had he..? That gold eye strained with red as if he'd barely slept an hour in a week. Swaggering gait, cocky manners. No. Xigbar was himself alright. Did the man even know what had happened to him back in the Beasts castle..? He had far too many questions that needed answering, but they could wait for a minute.
”Do tell me what I've missed, number Two..”
"What you've missed?" Xigbar wanted to complain, really, but his head was too much in pain for him to yell at III right now.. he'll do it later. For now, the sniper'll be cooperative enough to try and not increase the heavy pounding inside. Well, that's what Freeshooter got if he drank too much — consequence, thought the gravity master before sighing.
Xigbar gave a small, casual shrug, "Nothing really. Except that this house's a bitch, nothing." answered the gunman, not going deep into details. If Xaldin wanted details, Freeshooter would give them later.
The house was being a bitch..?
”I will take your word for it. Sit down, number Two. It looks as if you're about to crumble anyway.” Without waiting for some sort of response he put a large hand on Xigbar's shoulder and forced the man to walk backwards, pressing him down onto the bedside.
“Late night last night, hmm..?”
As usual, Xigbar couldn't reply with an answer before Xaldin gave himself one. He grumbled before grabbing a pillow, covering his head with it. It was soft, and it helped. Slightly, but helped nevertheless. Well, at least it smelled like Celine instead of ash and alcohol — his usual elements if he owned a room. He paused for a moment before moving his head above the pillow, closing his good eye as he got some rest while having a little chitchat with the lancer.
"No comment." Was his only answer, stretching slightly, "And you came here how?" asked Xigbar, curious how Xaldin reappeared-was it from the forest? The last time the Freeshooter went in the forest, he fainted and didn't appear for a month. Strange place, he thought.
”Yes. It's a queer place this. Endless hallways.. I was on, what I believe was, the fourth floor.. And the corridors never seemed to want to come to a stop. So I suppose you might be right when you say the house is a bitch.” Without being asked he saw down on a nearby stool, crossing his legs neatly and looking straight at his old companion, wondering if he could relieve his pain somehow. But then, Xigbar had usually only wanted light company when he felt like this in the past..
“I wasn't even aware of waking up. It simply felt as if I had been standing there for a few minutes before becoming aware of the new location.”
It was true. Everything about the mansion was nothing but a paradox — the hallways reminded the sniper of the garden labyrinth he encountered, here and other worlds alike, although thankfully the stairs was always located at the opposite side of the hallway. It was just never-ending passages left and right, and tons of rooms on both sides. II was just glad there were no public bathrooms, or annoying little pests that could track him down like a bloodhound.
"Well then," he turned around, lying on the side as he gave him a small grin, a little sheepish. Sure, Xigbars' head was in pain, but not as much as awhile ago, "Good morning then, sunshine." teased the sniper, chuckling slightly before lying on his lack again.
Xaldin gave him a, for being him, rather soft smile. “Good morning, number Two. Were you drinking alone last night?”
"Alone? Yeah, but," He paused for a moment before giving a soft sigh, "Roomie came and helped me back. She's sweet." commented the sniper, now just smiling at the fact that someone helped him while drunk-took care of, even, while acting like the kid Braig once was. It was comforting.
”You have a room-mate?” And a woman..? My, my, Xigbar.. ”That's good news. Perhaps she will help straighten out you out a little bit. Is she from this world?”
He swiftly decided not to ask what the blazes Xigbar was doing not living in the Never Was. It seemed.. reduntant somehow. Unimportant. He was dead now, or had been, and he wasn't going back to the Organisation. What should he care if Xigbar stayed with the remaining scraps of their fool pet project or not. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing the dreadlocks back from his face, thoughtful.
"She's nice. And not from this world. 'Cause, apparently, dead and living show up here, from different worlds." He looked over towards the lancer, deciding to look at him, and that his head needed a new angle to feel better, and this angle made it feel better. Xigbar placed the pillow under his head, lying on it.
The sniper bit his lowerlip for a moment, "How'd you die?" Freeshooter was curious what happened — afterall, he wasn't there to watch it; would it be harsh enough to rip Sora into pieces? II hoped so.
So he knew. Xaldin looked at the floor for a moment, feeling oddly.. disappointed at the greeting he had received, if that were the case. Not like he had expected a standing ovation, or a clingy hug, or anything emotional like that.. But maybe something to acknowledge a certain.. joy at seeing him back. Ah well.. Perhaps it hadn't been all that between them before the end
”Sora forced my hand, by undoing all my work at the Beasts castle. It seemed.. such an easy task for him too. The power of his heart was stronger than our hollowness, I suppose. I made a mistake, and he the power of his Keyblade was too much to withstand,” He shrugged slightly, and looked up at Xigbar, sprawled on the bed, forcing his face clean of emotion, “And it ended. Simple as that.”
The dead show up here. Hadn't there been a moment, a feeling right before everything was enveloped by light..? A feeling of choice. Maybe. “This place then.. is it some sort of limbo..?”
It's not that Xigbar wasn't happy Xaldin was back — the headache just didn't give II enough energy to show it, and that he was somewhat tired, really, and instincts told the sniper he forgot to say something.. no matter, though. Freeshooter would listen to them later. For now, it was Question and Answer time. Right?
"You see, that's why I'm gonna have that kids head on the wall one day." said number II in a 'matter-of-fact' tone, standing up. He decided to sit infront of him. The sniper grabbed a nearby chair, and sat on it, legs crossing over one. The pain was disappearing, and letting him being freer with his thoughts.
"Limbo.. never thought 'bout it. There's some living people here."
”That would be the most macabre trophy I'd care to see on your wall, old hunter.” Xaldin shook his head almost in distaste.
“If you ever get the chance; don't bother. What is done is done and gone forgotten. We didn't exactly go out of our way to explain what we were doing. If we had, perhaps — just perhaps — he might have helped us. That is, if Yen Sid hadn't blackened our countenances for us, of course..” He scrutinized the Freeshooter carefully, “Are you feeling any better, number Two..? Perhaps you should wash off and head for something to eat. That is, if there is such things here?”
"Eh, fine." Was all he said, listening to the lancers' statement before giving a nod. They were just looking for hearts, and this Yen Sid guy gave him the creeps, too. Maybe Xigbar would have his head instead.. That would be an interesting prize, thought II as he shrugged, agreeing with him. He wouldn't argue — it was Xaldins' logic, and it made sense.
Feeling? His body and mind felt something, but there was no heart for anything else, "I'm fine. It'll go away in abit. You?" asked Xigbar, wondering if III was a little hungry himself.
Xaldin shook his head in response to the question. He felt nothing. Nothing at all. Maybe just a little bite of bitterness, but he couldn't quite tell.
”You know best, I suppose. We all cure hangovers our own way..”
"Mmm." There, for a moment, he knew old habits died hard, with instincts helping those said habits — Xigbar stood up, leaned forward, and gave Xaldin a kiss. It's been awhile since he felt those same lips.. even though the sniper suspected to be maimed after this. By hands, by lances, by dragoons; there were three options on how Xaldin killed, from what the hunter witnessed before.
".. Missed you?"
If that didn't startle the lancer out of his numbness, nothing would ever have done so. Thankfully, it did, and he found his hands instinctively reaching out to grasp, to grab, maybe even to choke, but once his hands met Xigbar's hips, angular through the ravaged leather coat - what had happened to it anyway? — it was as if all strength he had left had completely washed out.
He looked up at the man pressing their faces together through his thick, dark eyelashes, merely responding to the affection in the softest way possible.
”Seems like it,” he muttered when the hesitant liplock parted.
The sniper remembered one of the reasons that he liked kissing boys over girls: guys never hesitated.. well, sadly, Xigbar seemed to hesitate for diving into another kiss. It wasn't that he was shy or anything — but he was wondering if Xaldin even appreciated them. Well, the gravity master took his chance. He gave another kiss.
After a moment, Xigbar broke from his lips, forehead leaning on IIIs', ".. Sorry."
The second kiss came soon after, and this time he responded a bit more wholly, pressing back against the ragged face, lifting a hand to let his fingertips graze over the scarred cheek, wondering softly what on earth when the man apologised.
”There is no need to be.” He pulled him a little closer, that other hand still on the Freeshooter's hip, after all, and tugged at him to have him sit down again — in his lap if he wanted, or next to him, or.. Just so long as he didn't stand looming over him like this.
Xigbar was at a thoughtful moment, really. When Xaldin tugged, the sniper sat down on his lap and just lied his head on his shoulder, taking a breather. The hunter started to remember a handful of good memories — it was fun, back then. Now, Xigbar didn't know what to say.. but he wouldn't cry about it. No, Freeshooter would never cry.
"Eh.." His voice slurred abit. Lost with words? Somewhat.
Xaldin raised his hands, tugging the gloves off, and slid them into the hairs on the nape of Xigbar's neck, shifting the strands and slightly loosening the pony-tail as he massaged the flesh there, feeling the bone under a thin layer of skin, a knoblet of spine. He knew Xigbar was aching, maybe even hurting, somewhere deep down. And he'd never show it any other way than like this, so comfort give when comfort needed. And it wasn't as if the man's presence was disturbing in any way, no, he knew this body inside and out in the most literal sense of the word, and it was a welcome familiarity.
He'd been gone, but now he was back. And if any time had passed in between all that — it must have: people were elsewhere - then it had flown on without him, and he was still stranded in the rigors of his own demise. Could still hear his own scream ring in his ears; it's volume and rage had surprised him even then.
His arms encircled the scrawny waist and pressed a large, warm palm against the belly on the other side. “Perhaps you should have another drink,” His nose touched the man's jaw, “I'll even join you.”
When he felt the large hand on his stomach, the sniper placed a hand on it for a moment — it felt comfy.. a different meaning of it, though. Not the usual things like lying on a bed sleeping, or watching the blue skies on soft green grass. Almost indescribable? Probably.
".. Maybe later." Was his only answer. Afterall, II was trying to recover from a migraine that started from the said drinks, right?
Celine would kill him, won't she?
He snorted then, that old, familiar, semi-amused snort of his, and even twitched a smile for a brief, brief second. “In all our time I don't think I've ever heard you say no to a drink on someone else,” He tsked, 'Apparently you have changed during my absence..”
How long had it been anyway? Xigbar.. Oh, wait, hold on. Xigbar lived with a woman now, didn't he. Here. A room-mate. And it wasn't Larxene, so technically the man was blending in with the locals, or at least the people from other worlds that presumed to be locals, and.. it was all getting rather tangled at that stage. He knew one thing though. Xigbar had just kissed him, twice - and in a very delicious manner, he added quietly to himself - and he still lived with this other person. Something was wrong here, and maybe his thoughts showed in his stature, for his muscles tensed a little bit, and he slipped the hand away from Xigbar's stomach.
He wasn't exactly shoving him off his lap, but.. It was ingrained into his very spine that taking someone from someone else equalled theft. And if there was one thing that Xaldin did not do, it was thievery. He didn't consider taking other people's hearts theft. That was murder.
"My head was throbbing. Give it a few more moments." said Xigbar as he enjoyed his company, but.. when Xaldin removed his hand, he knew something was wrong — even to the slightest bit. He sat up straight, looking at him for a moment.. Xigbar could only guess the thing his instincts told him: he wasn't wanted.
".. What now?" Looking at the lancer quizzically, the sniper cocked his to the side just abit, curious what the reason was for being pushed away.
”That woman you mentioned, your room-mate.” It was explanation enough, he thought, but it still felt a bit like it hurt mentioning it. It was an illusionary pain, of course, but Xaldin had never been one to try and analyze the few things he actually felt - if they were ghost memories of his feelings and emotions then so be it. At least they were there. And if Xigbar had managed to hide from this woman the fact that he couldn't love her, then that was something he didn't want to ruin.
“You should probably get off.”
". . ." There were no words he could mention at that. It was true, Xigbar liked Celine; and it was true, he couldn't actually love her without a heart. 'Twas a shame, for the both of them. When the sniper tried to say something, all he could do was choke on his words. A pause, then II stood back on both, feet, giving a small nod before going near the open window, and grabbing a cigarette — Freeshooter’s stress reliever.
He kept quiet first, taking a puff, "Xemnas, Saix, Luxord, Vexen, Axel, Marluxia, and Larxene're here. Go say hi." said Freeshooter passively — his voice sounding as casual as ever, or as he could. No heart, no pain-thank God.
Xaldin's nose wrinkled at the first hint of tobacco in the air — his air — and he brought the stagnant molecules of the room into motion, forcing every little hint of the stench back out the window. He watched the man's back though. He'd hurt him. Painlessly, but he was still hurt, and this time it was his words that had done it, rather than his absence. Apparently he did nothing right. But he couldn't have re-embraced him again, kissed him, brought him down onto his back on the bed knowing that there was someone else for whom Xigbar almost managed to conjure up a spark of feeling for. It was rather drab.
He stood up eventually, picking his gloves up from the floor and pulling them back on. One finger at a time. The ones from Oblivion were here too. Some, at any rate. There seemed to be no apparent logic as too how they appeared here then, given the order of their deaths. Because wouldn't that mean that some of them were still alive — like Luxord, and Xigbar? Demyx however, had been lost mere days before Xaldin.. and apparently he wasn't here. Queer.
”I don't think I will,” His voice was hushed when he spoke again. For some reason he felt drained, tired. Perhaps death had sapped his strength. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. “I woke up in C56. If you want me, I'll be retiring there.”
"I'll drop by later." said Xigbar, who really wasn't sure if he will or not. The sniper was just replying with the usual answers he gave everyone-he'd do it later. Now nicotine was filling him instead of alcohol, but it didn't make him drunk; infact, it helped him think.
By the tone of Xaldins' low voice, Freeshooter said, "You sound tired. Go sleep." Before finishing off the death stick, lighting it out by pressing it against the white window frame. After a few moments, the burnt mark the cigarette left was patched up again like magic.
How he hated this house.
”Hmph.” He tossed his head and strode over to the door, trying to remember which floor this was to avoid walking too many stories up - who knew how far this house went? He reached for the door's handle, pressed it down, cracked the thing open. Felt a gust move over his leg. But he didn't turn around. “Tired? As if, number Two.”
Then he closed the door diligently behind him, and set down the corridor towards the staircase up.
Xigbar could only chuckle — to an extent. He sighed, as he turned around, leaning on the open window to face the door.
"Well, nice to see you too." mumbled Xigbar, wondering if the wind that passed by would carry his words to the lancer.
Wasn't this a beautiful welcoming?
[ Emilie Simon - Le vieil amant ]
shadowbullet), Xaldin(wind_of_despair)Where Garden, Xigbar’s Room
When: Late morning
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Death was never a factor in a Nobody’s so-called life.
the Story:
He wasn't completely certain exactly.. how he had found his way out of the endless corridors, but eventually there were firm stone steps leading down and outside of the enormous mansion. Looking down the side of the building it didn't look exactly that big, but.. Worlds had a tendency to twist things. He knew from experience. Everything wasn't gold that gleamed, and so on and so forth. The green grass was crisp with morning dew still, and the air smelled.. fresh. Delightfully fresh. He inhaled deeply through his nose, feeling calmer every second.
No creatures in sight any longer, but he'd find someone — or something — to question eventually. He was certain of it.
"God — fucking — DAMN IT."
An explosion-like sound was heard down the hallways, and inside an open room. There, if someone were to witness it, was a small spot against the wall covered with ash and burnt wood-probably from whatever went boom in the room. The sniper was pissed, and in pain; drinking too much caused that, of course.. and he just had to get drunk, didn't he?
"… I hate this hangover." said II before walking over to the bed, plopping himself on it, wanting the pain to go away. He'll have to replace that spot soon, too.
Something — somewhere — made a whole lot of noise. Mildly curious at this firs sign of activity, Xaldin looked up to see a faint tendril of smoke curl its way out of a window. Interesting. And he who had just left the building too. Such a shame.
He tensed the muscles of his legs only for a moment before leaping straight up, letting the wind grasp hold of him, and take him further, cradle him securely and he guided it over to the open window. Just for curiosity. Not trouble. He wished to stay out of that.
”Well.. well..” He put a single foot on the windowsill, letting his weight return as he stepped onto it. “What have we here, then..”
When Xaldin spoke, Xigbar thought he heard a ghost, although.. there were dead people here, breathing, walking, and living — Marluxia and his little nutty band from Castle Oblivion was proof. The sniper sat up straight, looking towards the window to see a familiar looking face.. black hair, blue eyes, and a charming voice to add to it; The Whirlwind Lancer was by the window, being his usual self.
"… You've got great timing, you know." said Freeshooter sarcastically before holding his head, walking towards him. He was kind of glad someone trustworthy was back, though.
”Really, now.” Dispersing the wind altogether, Xaldin stepped up completely onto the windowsill, making him several heads taller than the Freeshooter before lightly leaping down onto his toes to the floor. He looked the man over. No.. he hadn't changed, much, had he..? That gold eye strained with red as if he'd barely slept an hour in a week. Swaggering gait, cocky manners. No. Xigbar was himself alright. Did the man even know what had happened to him back in the Beasts castle..? He had far too many questions that needed answering, but they could wait for a minute.
”Do tell me what I've missed, number Two..”
"What you've missed?" Xigbar wanted to complain, really, but his head was too much in pain for him to yell at III right now.. he'll do it later. For now, the sniper'll be cooperative enough to try and not increase the heavy pounding inside. Well, that's what Freeshooter got if he drank too much — consequence, thought the gravity master before sighing.
Xigbar gave a small, casual shrug, "Nothing really. Except that this house's a bitch, nothing." answered the gunman, not going deep into details. If Xaldin wanted details, Freeshooter would give them later.
The house was being a bitch..?
”I will take your word for it. Sit down, number Two. It looks as if you're about to crumble anyway.” Without waiting for some sort of response he put a large hand on Xigbar's shoulder and forced the man to walk backwards, pressing him down onto the bedside.
“Late night last night, hmm..?”
As usual, Xigbar couldn't reply with an answer before Xaldin gave himself one. He grumbled before grabbing a pillow, covering his head with it. It was soft, and it helped. Slightly, but helped nevertheless. Well, at least it smelled like Celine instead of ash and alcohol — his usual elements if he owned a room. He paused for a moment before moving his head above the pillow, closing his good eye as he got some rest while having a little chitchat with the lancer.
"No comment." Was his only answer, stretching slightly, "And you came here how?" asked Xigbar, curious how Xaldin reappeared-was it from the forest? The last time the Freeshooter went in the forest, he fainted and didn't appear for a month. Strange place, he thought.
”Yes. It's a queer place this. Endless hallways.. I was on, what I believe was, the fourth floor.. And the corridors never seemed to want to come to a stop. So I suppose you might be right when you say the house is a bitch.” Without being asked he saw down on a nearby stool, crossing his legs neatly and looking straight at his old companion, wondering if he could relieve his pain somehow. But then, Xigbar had usually only wanted light company when he felt like this in the past..
“I wasn't even aware of waking up. It simply felt as if I had been standing there for a few minutes before becoming aware of the new location.”
It was true. Everything about the mansion was nothing but a paradox — the hallways reminded the sniper of the garden labyrinth he encountered, here and other worlds alike, although thankfully the stairs was always located at the opposite side of the hallway. It was just never-ending passages left and right, and tons of rooms on both sides. II was just glad there were no public bathrooms, or annoying little pests that could track him down like a bloodhound.
"Well then," he turned around, lying on the side as he gave him a small grin, a little sheepish. Sure, Xigbars' head was in pain, but not as much as awhile ago, "Good morning then, sunshine." teased the sniper, chuckling slightly before lying on his lack again.
Xaldin gave him a, for being him, rather soft smile. “Good morning, number Two. Were you drinking alone last night?”
"Alone? Yeah, but," He paused for a moment before giving a soft sigh, "Roomie came and helped me back. She's sweet." commented the sniper, now just smiling at the fact that someone helped him while drunk-took care of, even, while acting like the kid Braig once was. It was comforting.
”You have a room-mate?” And a woman..? My, my, Xigbar.. ”That's good news. Perhaps she will help straighten out you out a little bit. Is she from this world?”
He swiftly decided not to ask what the blazes Xigbar was doing not living in the Never Was. It seemed.. reduntant somehow. Unimportant. He was dead now, or had been, and he wasn't going back to the Organisation. What should he care if Xigbar stayed with the remaining scraps of their fool pet project or not. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing the dreadlocks back from his face, thoughtful.
"She's nice. And not from this world. 'Cause, apparently, dead and living show up here, from different worlds." He looked over towards the lancer, deciding to look at him, and that his head needed a new angle to feel better, and this angle made it feel better. Xigbar placed the pillow under his head, lying on it.
The sniper bit his lowerlip for a moment, "How'd you die?" Freeshooter was curious what happened — afterall, he wasn't there to watch it; would it be harsh enough to rip Sora into pieces? II hoped so.
So he knew. Xaldin looked at the floor for a moment, feeling oddly.. disappointed at the greeting he had received, if that were the case. Not like he had expected a standing ovation, or a clingy hug, or anything emotional like that.. But maybe something to acknowledge a certain.. joy at seeing him back. Ah well.. Perhaps it hadn't been all that between them before the end
”Sora forced my hand, by undoing all my work at the Beasts castle. It seemed.. such an easy task for him too. The power of his heart was stronger than our hollowness, I suppose. I made a mistake, and he the power of his Keyblade was too much to withstand,” He shrugged slightly, and looked up at Xigbar, sprawled on the bed, forcing his face clean of emotion, “And it ended. Simple as that.”
The dead show up here. Hadn't there been a moment, a feeling right before everything was enveloped by light..? A feeling of choice. Maybe. “This place then.. is it some sort of limbo..?”
It's not that Xigbar wasn't happy Xaldin was back — the headache just didn't give II enough energy to show it, and that he was somewhat tired, really, and instincts told the sniper he forgot to say something.. no matter, though. Freeshooter would listen to them later. For now, it was Question and Answer time. Right?
"You see, that's why I'm gonna have that kids head on the wall one day." said number II in a 'matter-of-fact' tone, standing up. He decided to sit infront of him. The sniper grabbed a nearby chair, and sat on it, legs crossing over one. The pain was disappearing, and letting him being freer with his thoughts.
"Limbo.. never thought 'bout it. There's some living people here."
”That would be the most macabre trophy I'd care to see on your wall, old hunter.” Xaldin shook his head almost in distaste.
“If you ever get the chance; don't bother. What is done is done and gone forgotten. We didn't exactly go out of our way to explain what we were doing. If we had, perhaps — just perhaps — he might have helped us. That is, if Yen Sid hadn't blackened our countenances for us, of course..” He scrutinized the Freeshooter carefully, “Are you feeling any better, number Two..? Perhaps you should wash off and head for something to eat. That is, if there is such things here?”
"Eh, fine." Was all he said, listening to the lancers' statement before giving a nod. They were just looking for hearts, and this Yen Sid guy gave him the creeps, too. Maybe Xigbar would have his head instead.. That would be an interesting prize, thought II as he shrugged, agreeing with him. He wouldn't argue — it was Xaldins' logic, and it made sense.
Feeling? His body and mind felt something, but there was no heart for anything else, "I'm fine. It'll go away in abit. You?" asked Xigbar, wondering if III was a little hungry himself.
Xaldin shook his head in response to the question. He felt nothing. Nothing at all. Maybe just a little bite of bitterness, but he couldn't quite tell.
”You know best, I suppose. We all cure hangovers our own way..”
"Mmm." There, for a moment, he knew old habits died hard, with instincts helping those said habits — Xigbar stood up, leaned forward, and gave Xaldin a kiss. It's been awhile since he felt those same lips.. even though the sniper suspected to be maimed after this. By hands, by lances, by dragoons; there were three options on how Xaldin killed, from what the hunter witnessed before.
".. Missed you?"
If that didn't startle the lancer out of his numbness, nothing would ever have done so. Thankfully, it did, and he found his hands instinctively reaching out to grasp, to grab, maybe even to choke, but once his hands met Xigbar's hips, angular through the ravaged leather coat - what had happened to it anyway? — it was as if all strength he had left had completely washed out.
He looked up at the man pressing their faces together through his thick, dark eyelashes, merely responding to the affection in the softest way possible.
”Seems like it,” he muttered when the hesitant liplock parted.
The sniper remembered one of the reasons that he liked kissing boys over girls: guys never hesitated.. well, sadly, Xigbar seemed to hesitate for diving into another kiss. It wasn't that he was shy or anything — but he was wondering if Xaldin even appreciated them. Well, the gravity master took his chance. He gave another kiss.
After a moment, Xigbar broke from his lips, forehead leaning on IIIs', ".. Sorry."
The second kiss came soon after, and this time he responded a bit more wholly, pressing back against the ragged face, lifting a hand to let his fingertips graze over the scarred cheek, wondering softly what on earth when the man apologised.
”There is no need to be.” He pulled him a little closer, that other hand still on the Freeshooter's hip, after all, and tugged at him to have him sit down again — in his lap if he wanted, or next to him, or.. Just so long as he didn't stand looming over him like this.
Xigbar was at a thoughtful moment, really. When Xaldin tugged, the sniper sat down on his lap and just lied his head on his shoulder, taking a breather. The hunter started to remember a handful of good memories — it was fun, back then. Now, Xigbar didn't know what to say.. but he wouldn't cry about it. No, Freeshooter would never cry.
"Eh.." His voice slurred abit. Lost with words? Somewhat.
Xaldin raised his hands, tugging the gloves off, and slid them into the hairs on the nape of Xigbar's neck, shifting the strands and slightly loosening the pony-tail as he massaged the flesh there, feeling the bone under a thin layer of skin, a knoblet of spine. He knew Xigbar was aching, maybe even hurting, somewhere deep down. And he'd never show it any other way than like this, so comfort give when comfort needed. And it wasn't as if the man's presence was disturbing in any way, no, he knew this body inside and out in the most literal sense of the word, and it was a welcome familiarity.
He'd been gone, but now he was back. And if any time had passed in between all that — it must have: people were elsewhere - then it had flown on without him, and he was still stranded in the rigors of his own demise. Could still hear his own scream ring in his ears; it's volume and rage had surprised him even then.
His arms encircled the scrawny waist and pressed a large, warm palm against the belly on the other side. “Perhaps you should have another drink,” His nose touched the man's jaw, “I'll even join you.”
When he felt the large hand on his stomach, the sniper placed a hand on it for a moment — it felt comfy.. a different meaning of it, though. Not the usual things like lying on a bed sleeping, or watching the blue skies on soft green grass. Almost indescribable? Probably.
".. Maybe later." Was his only answer. Afterall, II was trying to recover from a migraine that started from the said drinks, right?
Celine would kill him, won't she?
He snorted then, that old, familiar, semi-amused snort of his, and even twitched a smile for a brief, brief second. “In all our time I don't think I've ever heard you say no to a drink on someone else,” He tsked, 'Apparently you have changed during my absence..”
How long had it been anyway? Xigbar.. Oh, wait, hold on. Xigbar lived with a woman now, didn't he. Here. A room-mate. And it wasn't Larxene, so technically the man was blending in with the locals, or at least the people from other worlds that presumed to be locals, and.. it was all getting rather tangled at that stage. He knew one thing though. Xigbar had just kissed him, twice - and in a very delicious manner, he added quietly to himself - and he still lived with this other person. Something was wrong here, and maybe his thoughts showed in his stature, for his muscles tensed a little bit, and he slipped the hand away from Xigbar's stomach.
He wasn't exactly shoving him off his lap, but.. It was ingrained into his very spine that taking someone from someone else equalled theft. And if there was one thing that Xaldin did not do, it was thievery. He didn't consider taking other people's hearts theft. That was murder.
"My head was throbbing. Give it a few more moments." said Xigbar as he enjoyed his company, but.. when Xaldin removed his hand, he knew something was wrong — even to the slightest bit. He sat up straight, looking at him for a moment.. Xigbar could only guess the thing his instincts told him: he wasn't wanted.
".. What now?" Looking at the lancer quizzically, the sniper cocked his to the side just abit, curious what the reason was for being pushed away.
”That woman you mentioned, your room-mate.” It was explanation enough, he thought, but it still felt a bit like it hurt mentioning it. It was an illusionary pain, of course, but Xaldin had never been one to try and analyze the few things he actually felt - if they were ghost memories of his feelings and emotions then so be it. At least they were there. And if Xigbar had managed to hide from this woman the fact that he couldn't love her, then that was something he didn't want to ruin.
“You should probably get off.”
". . ." There were no words he could mention at that. It was true, Xigbar liked Celine; and it was true, he couldn't actually love her without a heart. 'Twas a shame, for the both of them. When the sniper tried to say something, all he could do was choke on his words. A pause, then II stood back on both, feet, giving a small nod before going near the open window, and grabbing a cigarette — Freeshooter’s stress reliever.
He kept quiet first, taking a puff, "Xemnas, Saix, Luxord, Vexen, Axel, Marluxia, and Larxene're here. Go say hi." said Freeshooter passively — his voice sounding as casual as ever, or as he could. No heart, no pain-thank God.
Xaldin's nose wrinkled at the first hint of tobacco in the air — his air — and he brought the stagnant molecules of the room into motion, forcing every little hint of the stench back out the window. He watched the man's back though. He'd hurt him. Painlessly, but he was still hurt, and this time it was his words that had done it, rather than his absence. Apparently he did nothing right. But he couldn't have re-embraced him again, kissed him, brought him down onto his back on the bed knowing that there was someone else for whom Xigbar almost managed to conjure up a spark of feeling for. It was rather drab.
He stood up eventually, picking his gloves up from the floor and pulling them back on. One finger at a time. The ones from Oblivion were here too. Some, at any rate. There seemed to be no apparent logic as too how they appeared here then, given the order of their deaths. Because wouldn't that mean that some of them were still alive — like Luxord, and Xigbar? Demyx however, had been lost mere days before Xaldin.. and apparently he wasn't here. Queer.
”I don't think I will,” His voice was hushed when he spoke again. For some reason he felt drained, tired. Perhaps death had sapped his strength. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. “I woke up in C56. If you want me, I'll be retiring there.”
"I'll drop by later." said Xigbar, who really wasn't sure if he will or not. The sniper was just replying with the usual answers he gave everyone-he'd do it later. Now nicotine was filling him instead of alcohol, but it didn't make him drunk; infact, it helped him think.
By the tone of Xaldins' low voice, Freeshooter said, "You sound tired. Go sleep." Before finishing off the death stick, lighting it out by pressing it against the white window frame. After a few moments, the burnt mark the cigarette left was patched up again like magic.
How he hated this house.
”Hmph.” He tossed his head and strode over to the door, trying to remember which floor this was to avoid walking too many stories up - who knew how far this house went? He reached for the door's handle, pressed it down, cracked the thing open. Felt a gust move over his leg. But he didn't turn around. “Tired? As if, number Two.”
Then he closed the door diligently behind him, and set down the corridor towards the staircase up.
Xigbar could only chuckle — to an extent. He sighed, as he turned around, leaning on the open window to face the door.
"Well, nice to see you too." mumbled Xigbar, wondering if the wind that passed by would carry his words to the lancer.
Wasn't this a beautiful welcoming?
[ Emilie Simon - Le vieil amant ]
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That was hot :XWAY TO BREAK A GIRL'S HEART. XD ♥no subject
Could have been so much hotter, babe♥ AT LEAST I BLOODY LEFT BEFORE THINGS (http://random.cathexiss.net/entranceway/TOTALLYwhatshouldhavehappen.png) HAPPENED.no subject
I wouldn't have entirely minded if it had been, nooope.♥ just. no words. asdfghjkl; *ded* XDDno subject
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