Drabbles by Water;;;

Paper Stars:

“Demyx, what the hell are you doing?”
The melodious nocturne didn’t look up from the assortments of paper that encircled him around his bed, continuing silently to fold the neon paper over its self repeatedly. Once it got down to a perfect pentagon shape, his sea eyes lifted.
“Hey Ax. Jus’ making paper stars.” The dirty blonde reached behind him to grab a jam jar, the contents being replaced with tiny variously patterned paper stars. Axel stared blankly back at him, there had to be at least two-hundred of those things occupying the jar, and where’d the hell had he had the time for this?
“… Since when was origami a nobodies thing?” The pyro examined the jar, popping off the lid to take a few of the crafted pieces out, only poking them lightly till they began to turn a charred color. “Your insane, got it memorized?”
The musician gave Axel a look, pouting slightly. “It’s addicting. I learned how to when I got sent down to the Land Of Dragons. Wanna learn?” He patted the open space of bed beside him, beckoning for him to sit down.
Axel willingly sat down, picking up a strip of the trimmed paper in the process. It torched quickly in his hands, and he gave the younger nobody a skeptical look. “Care to re-think that Dems?” He blinked back at him, thinking for a second.
“How... about... this...” Demyx smiled softly, scooting closer so he could take Axel’s hands in his, completely absorbed in concentration. Axel didn’t resist, letting him do as he pleased, feeling a slight chill over his slender fingers. Slowly he was guided into picking up a piece, worked fingers coming up between his own to aid in holding the paper. “If you can’t heat it up, then it can’t burn.”
The red-head blinked a few times, fingering the paper. “Hey you got a point there. Okay, step one?”
Demyx smiled, nodding softly. “Loop It like this…”

8DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

X3 <3

very colurful languge lol

“Damn, didn’t know this place was still down here.” Axel’s commentary came into play as he ignited a chakram, lighting the dark corners of the room, setting a new air of life to the ashy room. Somehow, maybe because of lack of experience, half the room had been spared, including a chair placed randomly in the middle. Butt shaped scorch marks adored the seat, and Axel peered over his shoulder to double check his ass seriously wasn’t that big. Holding the weapon high above his head to avoid the sculpted spikes, he managed to tug on just the right cord, flicking two of the light bulbs implanted in the ceiling to life. It didn’t do much to light the charred side, but it’d do.
“I nearly drowned Zexy, but it looks like you almost took the castle down with you.”
“Work of a master Dems,” he snickered in response, watching the fire burn out before he dismissed his circular projectile. “Natural born pyro out of the gate.”
Demyx ran his hand across the burnt wall, feeling slight sympathy for the former interrogation room.
“Vexen’s hair would have been several inches longer if he wasn’t a creepy bastard.”
“That’s why he hates you?” The dirty blonde chuckled, grouping through the ash to reach the partly saved desk. “Hey – a box.”
Axel lifted his head, forming a quizzical look as the nocturne pulled the dust-spewing box out from under the furniture. He reached in a pulled out a tangled clump of fine string, shooting the higher up a ‘what the hell’ look. The Fury though took a different view at the sight.
“Hey… you don’t let fishnet clump, got it memorized?” his slender fingers only took moments to untangle it from Demyx’s, stretching it to its intended shape. “…This is my old shit! Vexen – that bastard – must have just left it! This stuff used to in some way belong to me…!”
Axel’s rant went through one ear and out the other, catching only a few select words ‘somebody’, ‘skinny’, ‘expensive’ and ‘skimpy’. That caught his attention. “Somebody defects?” Demyx barley got the words out of his mouth before a picture of a person remotely similar to Axel traipsed into his mind, wearing said fishnet. It took a few seconds for happy thoughts to kick in.
He was well aware though when the red head pressed against him, trying to reach past to dig deep enough into the box for anymore of his former belongings. A length of material followed out, another string of fishnet hooked to his fingers.
“Exchange,” he flicked the net apparel at the musician, motioning to his arms. Said musician caught it at a lurch, stumbling as he seized it in his arms. Stretching it out between his fingers, it took a few seconds for the gears to turn properly – “kinky sleeves?” – pawing his gloves off slowly, watching Axel with an amused look. It took a few minutes for his fingers to find the right openings and he mentally mused that it was fingerless glove sleeves, “Very kinky Ax.”
“Hey- it’s hot! Shut it!” He twirled the flame lapped scarf in his fingers, finally deciding it was cool enough to embrace his neck, achieving a purr of laughter from the Nocturne.
“Fits you well.”
Axel ignored him, pulling out a pair of jean – tailored skinny with a ragged cut. “… think I can get into these?”
“Want to see you try.” The words had barley escaped his lips before the organization issued pants were half off, coat already disheveled and discarded across the desk. Standard black boxers – unoriginal.
“… If I can get you to strip that easily…,” Axels abandoned boot met solidly with his chest before his arms could react to protect himself. Demyx tugged off his own jacket, watching number eight with peripheral vision. He was struggling horribly to get the denim to stretch- damn, at one point he was even skinnier?
“Trying the ‘kinky net’?” Axel mused, tossing the said item in his direction. He smiled sheepishly in response, tugging off his ‘Finding Nemo’ tee with new energy. Axel made a soft grunting sound, and with the fabric over his head he couldn’t depict if it was because of him or his struggle with the bottom.
“Issues?” Hot fingers suddenly traced his exposed torso, soft tease hidden behind the Christmas green. He helped Demyx tug the shirt carefully over his sculpted faux-hawk, fumbling to help him get the fish net on in exchange. The blonde didn’t respond with anything more than a smirk- watching as Axel pulled it the rest of the way down, letting a finger trace at his navel. A squeaky sound came in quick pursuit.
“There’s a pair of boots, stockings, ripped tee, army of makeup, and - for some god damned reason – a luxury bra and fuzzy cuffs waiting...”

KINKY NET <33333

I WOULD SO FAV. THIS IF I COULD SOMEHOW.

XD this is kool

I believe I do get it, but its a very broad stero typing and a very realistic point to show fictional obsessions into. I don't know what the heck the back story to this one is, since you skipped alot of details but, it isn't that poorly written.

... I guess.

Silentmelody wrote:I believe I do get it, but its a very broad stero typing and a very realistic point to show fictional obsessions into. I don't know what the heck the back story to this one is, since you skipped alot of details but, it isn't that poorly written.

... I guess.

Lolz how do u get it sis? ur making me feel stoopid

Letter E:
Eldest

Reno tucked a few of his loose amber strands behind his ear as he leaned deeper into the freezer, on the hunt for any traces of remaining food. The fridge was rarely stocked with food, seeing how his sparse income didn’t do much to feed him and his little snot head brother, and to supply an efficient amount of smokes around the house.
“Ah ha,” he proclaimed happily, pulling out a small box of ice cream bars that had been once forgotten. He discarded the box onto the counter, clutching the golden prize of the single remaining bar with victory. That’s the moment he was ambushed from behind, playfully socked in the lower back.
“Yo,” he drawled, holding the frozen treat high above his head. This was the little snot that ate his income, with a nice variation of eight vs. eighteen. The red blur snuck under his arm, staring up at him with pleading jade eyes. He frowned back at him.
“Puppy dog doesn’t work anymore, kudos for trying buddo.”
“Why do you get the last one then?”
“Fact you forgot about it till I noticed it, or the fact that I paid for them? Which argument would you like?” Reno scoffed harshly, ripping the treat’s wrapper open. Teasingly he nibbled on the end, ruffling the youngest’s equally wild crimson hair with his free hand. It deflected in numerous ways, making it slightly spikier than before.
Axel huffed, pulling out one of the dining room chairs. It dragged on the un-even flooring, making Reno flinch inwardly. “I’ll take you out for some later, how about? After lunch.”
The youngest shifted, striped socks becoming a blur as he kicked his feet grudgingly. “After lunch? But after you eat, you’re not supposed to be hungry.”
Damn. He hated child’s logic. Munching the bar further down, he watched the eight year old with a teasing glare. Axel’s thin arms folded across his chest, starting lines of a pout forming.
“Fine, fine. I give,” Reno sighed, trying his best to look flustered. He handed the remaining chunk to the red-head, ruffling his hair once more.
“M’mmm, thanks Reno…”
“Love ya too, Squirt.”

Your a bloody hell determines writer arn't you? I highly doubt many people read your writings though, you do switch mediums and maturity levels quiet often.

Watersong wrote:

Silentmelody wrote:Your a bloody hell determines writer arn't you? I highly doubt many people read your writings though, you do switch mediums and maturity levels quiet often.

If your trying to say I like to write, then yes. I don't do it for publicity though, though I adore feed back and wish people on here would give more, but its really just for my own amusings.

Bloody hell. Are we in Briten?

If you mean that i'm classy like British folk, then utter mostly yes.