[Completed] Amira is a human who finds herself thrust into a world she doesn't know. Once she wakes up in the strange town of Woling, she has to fight to regain the memories of the evils she committed in order to keep her past from destroying everyt...
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Axle came to my room that night, drunk mind you, but he was there and not avoiding me. He came with loose cigarettes in his pockets, sweet nothings on his tongue, and nothing but compassion drowning me in his honey eyes.
"They might take you from me," I learned that night that I also didn't take well to alcohol. Must've not drunk much in the past because the taste was downright awful, but it effectively numbed nearly all of my thoughts until all there was, was me and Axle sitting on the floor of my bedroom as he recanted tales from his past with only a few shots.
We were both of unsound mind that's for sure.
"Who?" I hiccuped, forcing another swig of the strong clear liquid down my throat, burning every cell it touched on the way down.
"They might, I don't want them to, I really don't– not when I just found you," I squinted at him, my vision looking funny as I did before grabbing a stray cigarette off of the ground. Kind of weird how he didn't even carry them in a container, just all loose in his pockets like they were spare change.
"Really I found you, just stumbled up to ya really," I slurred, drooping against his side, trying to fight against reacting to the sparks that raced supercharged between our bodies.
"I– yes, that– that's true, you found me.. which is just as nice let me tell you, because I have been looking for years," I rolled the cigarette between my fingers.
"What d'ya mean?" Axle shrugged before dropping the half-empty bottle down into his lap.
"I'm not supposed to talk about that."
"'Nother 'Council' thing?" I rolled my eyes.
"Nah, nah I told myself- no Axle, don't say anything– but then I went and got myself drunk, I got you drunk too. Boy, I'm going to be pissed at myself tomorrow," I began giggling at that, and once I started I couldn't stop, which in turn made Axle start laughing until we were both leaning against each other for support as we hunched over our aching stomachs.
The world spun around my head, and my stomach lurched uncomfortably as I stopped laughing.
"You never laugh around me, hardly even smile. Am I.. I'm sorry I just kind of appeared in your life, but once I'm healed I'll be gone–"
"No, no you can't leave me," his desperation struck me, even highly inebriated, he grabbed my shoulders, turning me towards him as his once lazy eyes met mine with intense fervor. "I smile a lot around you."
"You must hardly smile then," I scoffed, my eyes flickering over his face for any trace of lies. I didn't see any, but then again I don't think I'm quite the best at reading people. "I wish you smiled more, it's so pretty..." His ears tinted pink before the droopy look returned to his face.
"You think I'm pretty," he teased and took another gulp out of the bottle, he offered it to me, and being the lesser drunk individual, I decided that maybe we had had enough and sashed the bottle beneath my bed.
