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paixaorpg2006-02-11 05:36 pm
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A Wondrous Place. [Closed]
Character(s): Axel and Zexion.
Content: Axel lets Zexion in on a little secret.
Setting: ???
Time: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: None.
What a wondrous place. Axel slowly ran a hand through his hair; eyes closing as a warm breeze sifted through his obtrusive strands of red, his black coat billowing at his sides. He stood on the edge of some high, moss and foliage-covered hook of land; it overlooked what seemed to be a large, very large, expanse of... jungle?
The sky above him was barely visible; thick, lush, and huge trees and plants of thousands of different sorts canopied overhead. Shafts of what seemed to be sunlight filtered their way in, dodging their way through and around the leaves of the plants, desperate to touch the very bottom of the forest floor.
The entire world seemed to be green, bright, and damp. The air was pregnant; hot, thick, almost difficult to breathe in. Axel loved it. The gloved hand that ran through his hair moved down and rubbed over his face, damp with sweat. After allowing it to fall at his side—but not before unzipping his jacket a bit—he inhaled and exhaled slowly, taking in the inescapable heat.
He turned his back to the glorious sight, and retreated within the thick brush to move to kneel beside his unconscious comrade; Zexion’s body was slumped against a tree somewhere near there. His wounds were cleaned and dressed, his clothing mended. Axel quietly observed him with his curious eyes, gaze stark and obtrusive as a jaguar’s. A hand reached out, placing its back to his forehead, and then lingered down, black leather trailing his face for a moment.
Axel smiled, and then looked around them again. He knew Zexion would probably complain about the place somehow.
Content: Axel lets Zexion in on a little secret.
Setting: ???
Time: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: None.
What a wondrous place. Axel slowly ran a hand through his hair; eyes closing as a warm breeze sifted through his obtrusive strands of red, his black coat billowing at his sides. He stood on the edge of some high, moss and foliage-covered hook of land; it overlooked what seemed to be a large, very large, expanse of... jungle?
The sky above him was barely visible; thick, lush, and huge trees and plants of thousands of different sorts canopied overhead. Shafts of what seemed to be sunlight filtered their way in, dodging their way through and around the leaves of the plants, desperate to touch the very bottom of the forest floor.
The entire world seemed to be green, bright, and damp. The air was pregnant; hot, thick, almost difficult to breathe in. Axel loved it. The gloved hand that ran through his hair moved down and rubbed over his face, damp with sweat. After allowing it to fall at his side—but not before unzipping his jacket a bit—he inhaled and exhaled slowly, taking in the inescapable heat.
He turned his back to the glorious sight, and retreated within the thick brush to move to kneel beside his unconscious comrade; Zexion’s body was slumped against a tree somewhere near there. His wounds were cleaned and dressed, his clothing mended. Axel quietly observed him with his curious eyes, gaze stark and obtrusive as a jaguar’s. A hand reached out, placing its back to his forehead, and then lingered down, black leather trailing his face for a moment.
Axel smiled, and then looked around them again. He knew Zexion would probably complain about the place somehow.