Seasalt (AkuSai)

Sleeping In

When Lea finally returned to the world of the living, Isa was still lost in a much needed sleep. The redhead had yet to raise his head off of Isa's chest, listening to the other man's slow, rhythmic heartbeat. He allowed himself to try to rouse from the sleepiness that still clung to his mind like a thick fog, but didn't move from where he had found himself just yet. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing, laying here for hours as Isa caught the rest that he obviously needed, watching the morning light filter in through the curtain clad window of the room. That thin, white curtain only dimmed the light slightly, its beams highlighting the small particles of dust fluttering around in the open space of the room thanks to a nearby air vent. They should probably get to cleaning soon.

Once that thought had faded away, another had slowly taken its place when Lea fully began to realize the position he was in. Isa, the man that he was so used to holding back with when it came to physical touch, had pulled him close only mere hours ago. Put his arm around him, allowed him to lay here on his chest. This wasn't just a position he had found himself in due to moving while he slept; no, this was something that Isa had consciously let him do- coaxed him into doing, even. It had been an attempt at comfort, which was something that was certainly well appreciated. Lea felt just about as well rested as a man who suffered from a nasty nightmare and panic attack double whammy knockout from the night before could have, but the fact that Isa had been so kind and careful with him during his time of need dulled the loss of energy that was hitting him like a freight train. He didn't mourn the lost energy like he thought he was going to, even if he certainly was feeling the aftereffects. No, he was far too focused on the moment at hand, instead.

Isa was usually someone who held a cooler body temperature, and that was true even now. The shirt he wore made the slight chill to his skin more subtle, but it was there. It was quite the opposite to Lea himself, what with how warm blooded he had always been. As kids, he had joked around about their differences, saying that he was more like the Sun, and Isa took after the moon. Isa had always worn a moon patch on his jacket anyways, so it had just made sense to him. Even their choices on color pallets and personalities tended to reflect the respective celestial bodies he had assigned the both of them. And oh, he had no clue how right he was until everything had gone to hell.

A few of the effects of being transformed into nobodies had stuck with the both of them through their respective reformations. And, much to Lea's delight, those changes had been the scarce good things.. The things that had connected them to his childish analogies. Lea only grown more fiery as of a result of being changed into a nobody, and that was in the most literal way possible. His connection with flames grew ever stronger, leaving him to be able to control them whenever he pleased. Even his twin throwing chackrams embodied the flames when they were thrown or used in combat, the things being able to hold a flame despite not having anything to burn. It was a certain type of magic, he knew, but one he had been better at than anyone else in the large group they had been indoctrinated into. He felt a connection with his flames, and he took pride in them. He still does, even to this day. And, that much is reflected in his keyblade. The largest part of the thing was a mimic of his flames- a homage to who he fundamentally was as a person. Fiery, uneasy to tame. But at the same time, also comprised of light.

Isa, on the other hand? He had adopted the attributes of the moon. And, hell, the snappy chill of it back when they were in the organization, too. No one handles their hearts being ripped away from them well.. hell, it was one of the worst things that could happen to a person. He knew, because he lived through it. They all lived through it. But Axel, way back when, had tried to take the change as best as he could. He and Saïx.. had settled with different ways on how to handle such a thing. And oh, poor, poor Saïx. He hadn't known what he had been doing. As much as he put up the most convincing front that screamed that he had his shit together, Axel had known that he hadn't.