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sirenspull_logs2012-05-25 10:50 pm
got_it_memorized) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-25 10:50 pm
if home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked
Who: Axel and Demyx
When: Friday, 25May, evening
Where: Their apartment
What: Axel is a terrible convalescent and Demyx is a nosy Nancy. just bros having a heart to heart. er. spleen to spleen. or something.
Warnings: FEELS. also i hope you're not sick of these two. /)_(\
He had been planning to go check up on Roxas and Xion in the hospital again today, really he had, but he just couldn't quite peel himself off the couch this time. His head was swimming, breathing hurt, and it felt like every single one of his joints had been shot full of sand, his bones grinding together painfully every time he moved. This officially really sucked. Axel hadn't been sick in a long time, and hadn't been debilitatingly sick since he was just a kid! He was usually pretty careful about steering clear of questionable ingestibles and since he usually wore gloves there was rarely the chance of contracting anything... plus his elemental powers being what they were it wasn't like he ever had to worry about catching a chill. But how did you protect yourself from your own guilt?
You didn't, apparently, and since learning that it was that regret that was causing the epidemic he'd only managed to feel worse and worse. It was like the psychosomatic effects of knowing your past mistakes were poisoning you was somehow making it all work faster. Axel hadn't even thought he was carrying that much guilt around anymore! He'd paid his dues, hadn't he? He had died to help Sora save the damn universe, for Light's sake, didn't that count for anything?
The bout of coughing that overcame him didn't seem to agree, and he set his paperwork down on the table to bury his face in the crook of his elbow, his shoulders racked with the fit and his lungs burning even as it abated, leaving him breathless. Seriously, this was lame. He didn't know how high his fever was--he hadn't bothered to check--and he hadn't been able to keep any food down for the past three days. His hands trembled a little from the lack of food, which was new; Axel's hands never shook... but then, he didn't usually go 72 hours without eating anything. It wasn't like he had much of a fat reserve to tide him over, either; he was pretty sure he would have to cut an extra notch or two in his belt by the time this was over. If it was ever over.
Leaning back against the sofa he sort of burrowed into the big sweatshirt he was wearing, hunching his shoulders and pulling the hood up over his hair. He didn't want to do the paperwork, he hated paperwork, but it had been a good way to keep his mind off how utterly awful he felt. And it had been easier to hide it from Demyx, too; he knew his roommate had been keeping a particularly close eye on him, fussy fool that he was, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to convince him he wasn't dying. Demyx had been worse off the first few days of the affliction, and Axel didn't presume to know what sorts of regrets he was carrying around, but apparently he was a lot harder on himself than Demyx was.
Closing his eyes, his brow knit together, Axel drew his legs up and scrunched himself into a little ball of misery in the corner of the couch. The thought of being unconscious was starting to sound really good...
When: Friday, 25May, evening
Where: Their apartment
What: Axel is a terrible convalescent and Demyx is a nosy Nancy. just bros having a heart to heart. er. spleen to spleen. or something.
Warnings: FEELS. also i hope you're not sick of these two. /)_(\
He had been planning to go check up on Roxas and Xion in the hospital again today, really he had, but he just couldn't quite peel himself off the couch this time. His head was swimming, breathing hurt, and it felt like every single one of his joints had been shot full of sand, his bones grinding together painfully every time he moved. This officially really sucked. Axel hadn't been sick in a long time, and hadn't been debilitatingly sick since he was just a kid! He was usually pretty careful about steering clear of questionable ingestibles and since he usually wore gloves there was rarely the chance of contracting anything... plus his elemental powers being what they were it wasn't like he ever had to worry about catching a chill. But how did you protect yourself from your own guilt?
You didn't, apparently, and since learning that it was that regret that was causing the epidemic he'd only managed to feel worse and worse. It was like the psychosomatic effects of knowing your past mistakes were poisoning you was somehow making it all work faster. Axel hadn't even thought he was carrying that much guilt around anymore! He'd paid his dues, hadn't he? He had died to help Sora save the damn universe, for Light's sake, didn't that count for anything?
The bout of coughing that overcame him didn't seem to agree, and he set his paperwork down on the table to bury his face in the crook of his elbow, his shoulders racked with the fit and his lungs burning even as it abated, leaving him breathless. Seriously, this was lame. He didn't know how high his fever was--he hadn't bothered to check--and he hadn't been able to keep any food down for the past three days. His hands trembled a little from the lack of food, which was new; Axel's hands never shook... but then, he didn't usually go 72 hours without eating anything. It wasn't like he had much of a fat reserve to tide him over, either; he was pretty sure he would have to cut an extra notch or two in his belt by the time this was over. If it was ever over.
Leaning back against the sofa he sort of burrowed into the big sweatshirt he was wearing, hunching his shoulders and pulling the hood up over his hair. He didn't want to do the paperwork, he hated paperwork, but it had been a good way to keep his mind off how utterly awful he felt. And it had been easier to hide it from Demyx, too; he knew his roommate had been keeping a particularly close eye on him, fussy fool that he was, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to convince him he wasn't dying. Demyx had been worse off the first few days of the affliction, and Axel didn't presume to know what sorts of regrets he was carrying around, but apparently he was a lot harder on himself than Demyx was.
Closing his eyes, his brow knit together, Axel drew his legs up and scrunched himself into a little ball of misery in the corner of the couch. The thought of being unconscious was starting to sound really good...