who i am from the start

[pullsheavendown]

Who: Roxas (pullsheavendown), Sora (happylocksmith), Axel (icingonthecake) & Riku (dreamprotector) in varying combos
What: Meetings & reunions
When: Day of the latest pod awakenings, pre-Nadril
Where: Thesa Station
Warning(s): Kingdom Hearts lore is stupid

[So, he's awakened in space with the knowledge that his worlds is gone, found his other half, and had a conversation he always wanted to have but never thought he'd be able to. What next?

Go to Disney World

Get dragged along the corridors of Thesa Station, apparently.]

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[icingonthecake]

Nobodies were never supposed to exist, but that didn't stop them, and Axel isn't about to believe that what they experienced wasn't real simply because they were never meant to experience it. They did, and that's that, and no one can take that away from them.

He had been mostly joking with his jab, but Roxas' assurance makes him feel warm, anyway. After everything that tried so damn hard to come between them, here they still are: a little older, a little wiser (a little sorrier), but still best friends. For everything he's lost in his life--his home, his heart, his childhood friend--getting Roxas back now, and being given the chance to make up for all the stupid mistakes he made before, maybe it all really did accomplish something. He had never grieved for his home, for his family, for his heart, because in losing them, he'd lost his emotions as well. Even if he had wanted to grieve, he had been incapable--or at least impressionable enough to believe that was the case.

He reaches over and bumps the bottom of his fist against Roxas's shoulder, smiling more sincerely in that moment than he may have since the fall of Radiant Garden.

"Right back at'cha, partner."

Maybe Axel had simply spent so long caring about nothing at all, that it took losing the one important thing he'd found in twelve years to remind him of what it felt like to grieve in the first place. And maybe, just maybe, that had been enough for a change of heart, however absent or fledgling that heart may have been.