Silenceisdead

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me? Solanum Dulcamara, Bittersweet Nightshade Cold, ice blue eyes flutter open slowly at the feel of something running through his long blonde hair. It was something he was used to, often waking up in the warm green house styled room, Marluxia braiding things into his hair. He looked over at the pink haired man who was still sleeping soundly, arms wrapped around Vexen’s cold waist. The ice mage tensed suddenly very awake. He jerked out of the assassin’s arms with a very manly shriek; he had been assured there were no snakes. Marluxia had been jolted awake the moment Vexen moved

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me? Hearts hanging on a Christmas tree Xemnas frowned, scratching out more words written on the report in front of him. He was seething; it had become so hard to concentrate between all the members of his organization prancing around. “Demyx and Xigbar….” He growled, taking a deep breath before gagging unhappily. It was those two who had started this madness. There was no holidays in the world that never was, there weren’t even days to count. Rudolf the red nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose… A silver haired head slams into the desk alerting the other occupan

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me? A sweet gentle kiss The blonde laughed, voice ringing with happiness. "No Axel! Don’t...stop." his voice breathy and broken by laughs and gasps for air. The redhead smirked as he pressed his fingers into Roxas’s sides again, knees almost digging into him, as he straddled the boy's waist, playing with the usually cold blonde’s weakness. He was ticklish. "What do you saaaaay?" Axel sang out with glee, he paused his fingers. "I won’t say it!" Roxas cried, thin fingers quickly jumping in to torture the blonde more. "FINE!" he cried out, muscles in his sides and back