Dreams can come true S1"I have to go! Now!" Axel yelled as he stood in front of his father, glaring deadly at him. His father had just told him that they were going away on a trip and it would just be the two of them while Roxas, the new prince and who Axe just came back from their honeymoon with, was to stay at the castle and prepare the royal banquet. Hearing this, prince Axel was furious and it was all directed to his father, who was busy picking out things they would need on the trip.
"Of course! We have things to do! Lots and lots of things to do!" Xemnas sang and had one of his servants throw the last thing to the top of the carriage before opening his door but blinked as he realized there was almost no way to sit in his seat.
"Dad! I can't just abandon Roxas! He's never been a royal before! He needs me!" Axel protested as he walked closer to the older man. Roxas held onto his arm nervously and looked down at the ground for a moment. But when he looked back up, he shivered for there was a man standing
Roxas gazed up at the new/old house. Built all the way back in the 17th century, somehow it had been overlooked by historical societies and multiplex location scouters, and was actually up for sale to average members of society. Until now, that is. Roxas mom had bought the house, miles out of town, and they were moving in today. Lucky me, Roxas thought. Why did his mother have this uncontrollable need to blend with the past? For the past 18 years of his life, Roxas had been moving from town to town, his mother always seeking, after a few years, an older and more historical house.
Well, Roxas thought sarcastically, weve sure hit the jackpot here. Just a few more days and it would have been scheduled for demolition, and I could have stayed with my friends while mom looked for yet another house. But no, we had to get to the auction just in time to buy the damn thing, and Ill probably never see any of my friends again.
Roxas sighed as he grabbed hi
The Transience of Memory ch.1
Roxas sighed for what felt like the 10th time in as many minutes. Something had been niggling at his brain for the better part of the day, and he still couldn't figure out what. He scowled faintly.
Hayner stopped walking, noticing that he was well ahead of his friend. "What's up, Rox?" Brown eyes swept over him, studying his face.
Roxas shook his head, still bothered, but he didn't quite know how to explain it. "It's nothing, sorry. Let's go." Roxas swept past him, trying to beat down his distraction with every heavy step.
Hayner didn't move for a moment, looking thoughtful. "I thought you wanted to hang out, just the two of us."
"…" Roxas stopped, his back still turned.
"We don't have to go get ice cream..."
"Yeah, but you know that we're the only ones who really like the stuff." He threw over his shoulder with a smirk. "C'mon, I'll race you there!" he said, then started to run.
"Rox- hey! It's too HOT out for that right now," he called out to the retreating figure in prote
Bodice Ripper, Chapter 1Bodice Ripper
~I think Im in danger of losing a lot around you, Vivian, Darrow murmured into her sweet shoulder. My heart, for example.
Vivian snorted in disbelief.~
Jareth snorted in disbelief as well, unable to fathom how he had written such crap. Not even ten months ago he had been flooded with ideas, inspiration buoyed by the flocks of lonely women leaving stores with his books clutched to their chests. But the praise had tapered off and been slowly replaced by a discontent murmur. When was the next book coming out? Could it possibly live up to his previous release?
the sleeping city below.
Jareth had never doubted that he had drawn the winning lot in life. At 28 he was damned lucky to be a successful author, especially in a genre that was dominated by female writers. He had developed a wit and charm to complement his good looks, the women practically swooning at his feet. Not that they didnt do that already, he mused; the name Jareth