Comments | sirenspull_logs: Hey, hey bro,

ninthserenade in sirenspull_logs

Hey, hey bro,

Jan 20, 2012 10:58

Who: The Dumb Boys (Axel + Demyx)
When: Night of the 20th/21st
Where: Dem + Axel's apartment
Summary: If it's cold enough to snow, it's cold enough for water to freeze. This can't be good, right?
Warnings: None, but will update~

( I can't feel my toes. )

demyx, axel

Comments 29

ninthserenade January 20 2012, 19:52:14 UTC

Under normal circumstances, he'd complain and whine at his hair being pulled--and having his face manhandled like a stress ball. All he can really do is protest half-heartedly in the form of a 'five-more-minutes' whine.

Was he being scolded? What did he do? Die? No, no--Axel was saying something about dying. He didn't die.

...Did he? Was he a ghost? Again, no. He could--albeit faintly--feel his heart beating in his chest, but that's about it. Demyx's arms felt numb and he could barely lift them to grab Axel's wrist to keep his hands on his face.

Light, he was so warm.

He starts shivering again, though if it's from his current state or thinking about fading, he's not sure.

"Nuh." Nope. He's not doing it. He doesn't want to die--at least not like this. Squeezing his eyes shut, he releases Axel's wrist. Man, it was hard to focus.

Axel was here. Axel was grabbing his face. Axel was ordering him to do something--ordering him not to die. Axel, Axel, Axel, Axel. That's all he was able to try to concentrate on. Maybe if he apologized, ( ... )

got_it_memorizd January 21 2012, 03:16:02 UTC

Wait, what the hell was Demyx apologizing for? Well, clearly if he was apologizing then this was his fault! You didn't apologize for something if it wasn't your fault, right ( ... )

ninthserenade January 21 2012, 04:21:24 UTC

The minute he's hauled out of bed and up against Axel, he makes a clumsy attempt to cling to the much warmer body. Walking was out of the question he quickly found out, so he'd have to make due with letting Axel drag him and just deal with it. If he was coherent, he'd complain about being treated like a sack of potatoes.

But he could barely even keep his own thoughts organized and was just vaguely aware of being led out of his room. He was sure it had to be freezing out here like it was earlier. Why was it so difficult? "Axel," he murmured while pressing his face into Axel's shoulder, "Whuzz--on?"

What's going on? Where was he going? Jeeze, he'd definitely be laughing about this later. Hopefully.

Okay, maybe he wouldn't be laughing later. He might just burrow under the kotatsu for the rest of the day. There were times where he'd think manipulating water was the best thing ever, but there were times where he'd think it just sucked."M'tired," and he felt warm, but to the touch he was an ice cube. What was going to happen to him? He ( ... )

got_it_memorizd January 21 2012, 05:14:36 UTC

"I don't care if you're tired," Axel snapped, hefting Demyx and heading into the living room. He still couldn't believe his breath clouded the air--it was almost surreal to see something like that inside.

Demyx fell to sort of mumbling, but he supposed that was good enough. You couldn't mumble if you were dead, so it would do. Taking to one knee beside the kotatsu and sort of flopping Demyx down beside it, Axel all but shoved him halfway under the table, like he was trying to hide a box under his bed, and then folded the blanket over him so just his head was visible. That would have to help, right? This would fix things... right ( ... )

ninthserenade January 21 2012, 06:12:11 UTC

"Nng," he almost whines a good five minutes after he was nudged in the side. While he was still freezing to the touch, his shivering had picked up opposed to ceasing completely--At least that was a good sign, right? Though Demyx still had little to no idea as to what was happening, he was trying to focus on Axel's presence.

Axel, Axel, Axel, Axel, Axel, warmth, cold, Axel, holding a grudge forever.

He snorts again, burying his face into the blanket around his head. Never would he have thought that he'd be getting shoved under a table like this. "I feel floaty," he mumbles, though it ends up coming out as 'I heel goaty' instead.

Floaty, a little tingly, cold, and a little clammy like he's sweating. At least he feels like he's sweating--maybe it's just that sense of his body unthawing like a glass of water. Either way, he's grimacing.

He feels gross.Another twenty minutes and he's grabbing a fistful of the kotatsu blanket. His fingers were still stiff, but he could at least move them again ( ... )