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Drowning How stupid could he be? Axel had warned him to stay off of the ice today, pointing out that it had not been cold enough long enough for the lake to be properly frozen. He had warned Roxas that skating on the pond would be a bad idea, and Roxas had ignored him.Drowning by =frozen-in-tyme
"If it's frozen enough to walk across it to your place then I'll be fine," he'd bragged, taunting Axel instead for being too much of a coward to join him. How stupid could he be?
He had laced up his skates, set up his net, and began taking shots at it. He did laps from one side of the frozen pond to the other, making
On A Train Heading To Nowhere Carrying his briefcase at his side, Axel sat on the train like he did every evening. He was late, but surely that had to do with the fact that he'd been drinking at the bar until late, which was also why his head was feeling a little fuzzy just then. It'd been a while since he had returned home at such a late hour, and his wife would probably be angry with him; not that he cared. He'd been thinking about getting a divorce anyways. It was just that, well those things were so taboo nowadays. No one seemed to want to entertain the idea for long the way he did.On A Train Heading To Nowhere by =frozen-in-tyme
Then again if he left her, he'
Fragile Everything's depending on the drop of a hat. Everything's hanging on the last sliver of determination that's left inside of a small, fragile creature that doesn't even know the next step. Can she do it? It's a question she asks herself every day, and every day the answer that her mind gives her is 'no.'Fragile by =frozen-in-tyme
No, you can't do it. No, you're not capable. No, no, no.
What through-line is this referring to? What kind of a mind can turn an innocent, often desperate, question around on them and give the being it belongs to reason to crack; to break into a thousand pieces falling to the floor. It is a mind that has been trained with that answe
Burning Was it because the fire around him was actually touching his skin, or because there were tears in his eyes for the first time that he could remember? Axel didn't know. What he was aware of was the burning, but he would not cry out or show any kind of weakness. He had let Roxas beat him, and so he would display as calm a death as he was able, suffering in near silence.Burning by =frozen-in-tyme
His chest rose and fell heavily as his hands fell to the floor, and he turned to look up at the face he feared he would never see again. Staring into blue eyes, Axel silently implored Roxas to come closer; to demonstrate something that proved he still cared like he used to.
Tears Heat was not something that he was used to feeling on his face, and he wasn't sure that he liked it at all. Of course, that was really the least of his problems, as it were. When a man, even one such as himself, is made to cry there are some serious things going on.Tears by =frozen-in-tyme
See, Axel was not raised to believe that men had feelings, too; quite the contrary, actually. He was raised to be a tough guy the way his father was. Though his father had died less than three months after discovering his son's hidden secret about a love life he didn't think the old man would approve of, he still tried to emulate the man in everything he did. So why on earth
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), which is taking up a lot of my writing time. I'm unsure yet whether I will end up posting a teaser of that commission here or not, but it might be quite a while before I'm finished with it anyways. 
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