All I want for Christmas is...

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[Christmas isn't always a fairytale. It's not always about Santa, or getting presents. Not always about families, not always about togetherness.]

[Sometimes, Christmas equates to isolation. It's something Roxas has gotten used to.]

[Here in the orphanage, plenty of kids are getting excited over the season. It's the season to be jolly-- and the season for couples to feel that little pang of longing, to have a young one of their own bouncing into their room, ripping the colorful paper off presents and beaming up at the camera that will capture them for ages to come.]

[So the orphanage opens it's doors, lets more people in than usual and gives the children a chance to be at their best- playing, fighting, crying; laughing, in front of the many potential mothers and fathers that look their way. Roxas just doesn't understand it.]

[So he stays out of the way, under a tree with his little black book, and writes about far off worlds with disappearing cats and talking caterpillars, because when you don't know what you're missing--]

[How can you want it?]





[OOC: Meet a smaller Roxas than usual- around eight years old and brimming with confusion over the current events. Essentially playing up his lack of understanding to both christmas and family, so-- feel free to pull him from that isolation.]

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[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

[It's an odd dream to find himself in the middle of- not by scenery, or due to what's happening, that all seems fairly normal- but rather, due to the fact that Axel doesn't seem to fit in here at all. Too young be part of the crowd looking to adopt, and too old to be one of the orphans, Axel feels as though he sticks out like a sore thumb.

So he moves out of sight, hangs back and lets the dream play out without him for a while- and then he spots him.

It's Roxas sitting under that tree, Axel's sure of it even from this distance- and so he sets out towards the boy, moving fast as though he's afraid Roxas will disappear if he takes too long.]

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is absorbed in the pages of his book, in filling them, in telling a story. More than anything, he wishes he could be one of the lines in his story- jump down a rabbit hole like Alice, and go on an adventure.]

[But he stays right where he is, for the most part. Settled against the trunk of a tree in the snow, writing away- his heart beats, a heavy thunk that makes his jump, like he's just tripped over and slammed right into some ice.]

[It's looking around that he sees something different. Bright red hair, vivid against the white landscape. Roxas doesn't know what to do as he approaches, so quickly. There's a look on Axel's face that screams recognition, delight, fear--]

[Roxas gives him a smile, ducking his head and waving a little.]

[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

[It stops Axel dead in his tracks for a moment, that smile- it's real. It's real and so very Roxas, and inspires a similar smile of his own in return. His pace then quickens, doubles, until he comes to a slow halt in front of the boy.

He falters. Stutters for a moment.]

Uh-- hi.

[He's so relieved. So, so happy. It's Roxas. Not broken, or twisted. Just his Roxas.

His grin is enormous.]

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[God you creeper Roxas keeps his head down, at least until he sees the smile returned. It...something about it is just really nice, like seeing a smile is so rare-- Roxas beams back in turn, giving the man is complete and utter attention]

'Lo.

[He just looks so...happy. Is that normal?]

The other kids are more fun, if you want to play.

[...Which isn't to say Roxas won't be shy, or perhaps a little callous with his words. It is true though- the other children are running about; all the while, he's sitting under a tree writing. He's not the cream of the crop, out of this group.]

[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

[Shaddap don't ruin the moment he just want to pick you up and smoosh you kay roxas It's ridiculous, really, how long Axel feels like he could keep this smile up without even having to try.]

Is that right? Hmmm. [He pretends to contemplate this for a moment, before flopping down in front of Roxas and crossing his legs.]

Nah, I think I'm good here.

[Axel doesn't mind either of those things, really. In fact, unless Roxas was to outright tell him to buzz off, nothing's getting him to move.]

Whatcha doing?