Post by Axton Gunn on Sept 12, 2020 23:52:04 GMT -5
I prayed to the gods, you know, I owe you each a jack and coke You led me to him but now I’m scared I’m gonna mess it up Trying to sound smarter than I am; let this spinning wheel get out of hand
And I don’t want to tell you
You make comets collide in my chest And I way overthink how I’m dressed Yes I prayed to the gods of the good shit and they led me to you.
Axton tossed his wireless headphones down on the hotel bed, followed by his own body, belly-first into the plush duvet. Grabbing the pillow in front of him, he drew it underneath himself and pressed his face into it, letting out a muffled scream that trailed off into more of a miserable wail.
What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?!
The young rockstar rolled onto his back with a passionate sigh of frustration, cocking his head all the way back. He glared at the ceiling like it had just insulted his haircut, which he promptly pushed both hands into in an effort to feel grounded… if only for a moment.
You knew seeing him again was gonna hurt.
You doubled down again on this stupid idea when you got into that ring because it hurt waaaay worse than you thought it would.
Didn’t you see how happy he was? He abandoned you for a reason, dumbass. He never needed you to be happy. He found something better. You spilled your guts for this guy like a dumb teen girl in a trashy zombie flick, and look what it got you. You told him everything except the one thing that mattered the most.
Axton rolled onto his side, sagging into the duvet, tossing the pillow to the ground with a lazy hand. His brow was deeply knit, his throat tight, moisture prickling at the corners of his eyes in a threat of angry tears.
If you’d told him then, it probably would have scared him away, anyhow. There’s no way to win. This is just what you’re like, heartbreaker. So let’s own it.
“You know, I think I've done pretty well for myself.”
Axton strolls along the pier at Harbor Bridge Walk; the sky is overcast, but the sun is insistent, casting a bright canvas of blue-grey across the waterfront. The young musician wears his trademark black denim jacket and a pair of gold-rimmed Ray Bans, his hands loosely hooked into the belt loops of his jeans. His pace is even, marked by the scuff of his green converse along the ruddy red brick path laid out along the docks. Ships hang in the water nearby, tethered and bobbing gently with the lap of the water and the distant calling of gulls.
He keeps a steady stride toward the camera, which always stays just a few feet in front of him as the scene around him develops with distance.
“I’ll admit I’m not perfect. Right? Super hard to believe. I mean, think about it; I’m 26 years old. Since my solo career took off 4 years ago, I’ve come out with three albums. My second album went gold when I was 24. Same year I bought a house, a nice car, a backyard Jacuzzi. A hoverboard, because it’s the future, baby. Statistically I should be on the Forbes 30 under 30 list sometime in the next 3 years, considering I’m not only super handsome and talented but also an entrepreneur, clothing and makeup model, queer rights advocate, viral TikTok creator and the daddy of two beautiful Aussie Shepherds who now have their own 16-month calendar.”
Axton proffers a cheeky grin, winking over the rim of his shades as he walks.
“But I’m not perfect. See, I can be kind of a salty bitch when somebody slights me.”
The Rockstar’s reflection catches in the dark windows of the National Aquarium as he passes it by, showing off the ‘heartbreaker’ patch on the shoulder of his left sleeve.
“I probably have some cousins in this fuckin’ Aquarium here. We got a lot in common, me and the tropical fishies. We’re flashy, colourful, easily distracted, and literally swimming in salt.”
He cocks his head, the smile disappearing as he keeps up his pace.
“Yeah, I’m pissed enough that I’d leave LA to come all the way to this gloomy dumpster fire of a city, just to settle some beef. I hate it when people jerk me around. I hate being left on read. I especially hate being ghosted without explanation, just to see the same person having a great time in Baltimore months later, doing one of my hobbies, without me, with a whole crew of new friends.”
The corner of his mouth curls into a bit of a snarl; he slows to a stop, craning his head back to look up at the sky. A flash of red and sage ink is visible against his neck, the rose tattoo peeking out of the collar of his t-shirt, which bears a graphic of the eyepatch-sporting character Starwolf.
“So it turns out you can be all those things--successful, good-looking, charming, fun--and still get ditched by Silvio Leon, somebody you care about, for people you never met.”
Axton resumes walking with a sigh, nudging his sunglasses down.
“Kohaku Fujihara… listen up, sweetheart. None of this is really against you. You’re not the one I’m mad at. Honestly? You’re a stand-up dude, from what I’ve seen and read about you. You’re a beast in the ring, really good, super impressive stuff--and you got cute fluffy hair and eyes that could compete with my dogs’ puppy photos. You’re good to your friends and you stick up for them. Who doesn’t like that? For real, you’re the kinda guy I’d love to hang with. So it’s nothing personal with you. I just happen to know Silvio really well. I know he wants me to settle this with him directly… get to the point, get it over with.
“But I’m not about that. If I just wanted to gut-punch him and go back to LA, I wouldn’t have bothered signing on with Carnage at all. I could have just left it at our little stand-off after your outstanding victory against those former belt-polishers, Twitter Angst Ryan and her pet Clydesdale, Yeehaw McBane. Ask Silvio, though--really, ask him. Do I ever do anything with subtlety? Am I really the type to make a phone call when I could have air time on TV, and hear the roar of a crowd all around me while the music thrums through the floor and gets my blood pumping?”
The smirk returns. Axton stops underneath the shadow of a massive boat propeller mounted on a post art the corner of the walk, briefly looking up at it with a grin before addressing the camera again.
“Hell nah, brah. I’m gonna make a show of it. And I’m going after you first because it’ll piss Leon off. He left me to wonder if he fuckin’ died or if he just suddenly decided I wasn’t worth talking to anymore. Before I’m done here, I want to make him hurt just as much as I did when he left me behind in LA. I want him to understand what he did to me.”
Axton removes his sunglasses, tucking them into the breast pocket of his jacket by the arm. His smile is once again gone, replaced by a deathly serious stare and a glaze of hurt in his meadowgreen eyes.
“I’m meeting you and yours on your grounds. We can settle this in the ring like gentlemen. But I hope it makes you wonder, Kohaku. Gotta wonder…”
He leans in, lowering his voice, almost sickly sweet.
“How long before he ditches you, too?”
Last Edit: Sept 12, 2020 23:53:04 GMT -5 by Axton Gunn
Post by Kohaku Fujihara =^.^= on Sept 13, 2020 13:43:46 GMT -5
Go.
OOC: I would like to thank mystifyingoracle and @adriennelevi for their contributions to this RP. You're both amazeballs <3
Morning.
It was a beautiful day for the world to be upside down.
The sun was shining, the sky was blue. The breeze was pleasantly cool, strong enough to be felt but not so strong it was blowing everything off the outdoor tables at Order and Chaos Coffee. Kohaku sat in one of the chairs, legs crossed, nursing a matcha latte. A plate of several mini waffles sat in the center of the table, and a small bowl of strawberry compote to put on them.
Sighing, the 21st Century Fox blew a plume of steam away from the fragrant, hot beverage in his hands, looked across the small round-topped, black table, and finally broke the silence.
“So… I guess the fact that this Axton guy is your ex is the thing you weren’t ready to tell me yet, huh.”
His tone wasn’t an angry one, just mildly curious. He wasn’t angry, not at his boyfriend anyway.
Silvio swirled the cold brew he’d ordered in its cup, eyes resolutely focused on the waffles and the jewel-like compote glistening in its bowl. In a tragic turn of events, he found he had no appetite for his favorite breakfast treat, enticing as it might have looked. Sipping the cold brew and letting the subtle bitterness center him, he finally lifted his gaze to meet Kohaku’s. He gave himself the momentary luxury of appreciating their warm hue; Ko had eyes the color of good Scotch and could be equally intoxicating. Huffing out a breath, he nodded, sitting back in his seat and spreading his arms in a helpless gesture.
“Well...kind of. It’s…”
Mouth twisting in annoyance, one hand coming to his head to rub distractedly at his temple, he muttered.
“I’d say it’s complicated but...it’s not? But it is? The whole thing…”
Hey babe.
He grumbled, squeezing the cup in his hand.
“I get the feeling it’s all a big misunderstanding; a miscommunication.”
“What kind of miscommunication drives some petty jackass to drive all the way across the country to beat the crud out of his ex?”
Ko snorted in obvious irritation. He could picture the scene in his head. Over and over again. Capitalizing on Silvio’s sweet, trusting nature, offering an olive branch, only to hook him up with both arms and slam him viciously into the canvas. That gesture, the green-eyed young man’s mocking, insufferable tone- it’d been playing in his head on repeat. In one swoop, everything that had been so perfect had shattered, like the tranquil scene in a snowglobe after a butterfingered kid dropped it on the tile floor.
Tapping some of the strawberry onto a waffle, Kohaku bit into it, more than a little savagely.
“He’s not my...he’s not exactly my ex. Although judging by his Tweets at Amber, he thinks he is.”
That Axton had immediately taken to Twitter to gleefully antagonize half the roster wasn’t surprising to Silvio. Honestly, it was more surprising that it was just half the roster.
Exhaling and toying with the strawberry compote with a spoon, he tried to gather his thoughts.
“So, you know I’m originally from Seattle, right?”
“I think you mentioned that, yeah.”
He inhaled the foam head on the matcha, slurping slightly, his eyes on his partner indicating his full attention.
“Did you meet him there?”
Silvio shook his head. “No. I was doing the tattoo thing up in Seattle, but I traveled down to LA for a convention. One thing led to another and I ended up staying for a while after. I just had some unique opportunities and I wanted to take advantage of them while I was there. Well, one of those opportunities ended up being Axton.”
I thought we had something really special going on…
“We met at a party a friend invited me to. And we...really hit it off. We...there was something between us I can’t really put into words. Before you and I,” he said, nodding to Kohaku, “connected in the ring in that first match? I’d never clicked so strongly and immediately with someone. So, we ended up spending a lot of time together. We got...really close.”
“I see.”
He inhaled through his nose and gave a long, subtle exhale before nabbing another waffle.
“He said you ghosted him. Any reason for that? Was he a spotlight-stealing little prick then, too?”
Something in him spoke up, chided him for being so hostile toward someone he barely even knew. Then the image of that DDT replayed again, and that something hushed pretty quick.
“No,” Silvio said immediately, shaking his head. “It wasn’t like that. I just...I needed to leave.”
...then I find out you ditched me, your VIP tickets and Sunset Boulevard...for Baltimore?
“Listen, when...Ax and I were together? Uh...we kinda lived that whole rock ‘n roll lifestyle to the hilt.”
He felt the color rise in his cheeks and reached up to rub at the back of his neck.
“I’m not...a jealous person,” he said slowly, looking back up at Kohaku. “And neither is Axton. I know it might seem like he is with that stunt he pulled, but believe me - that wasn’t out of jealousy. But...anyway, I...we were, uh…”
Silvio exhaled, shaking his head, not meeting Kohaku’s gaze and taking a long, bracing swig of coffee before he spoke again.
“Let me put it this way. There were enough people involved with Axton and me and...sometimes both of us...that I didn’t know I was supposed to be the special one.”
“Oh, one of those.”
The vulpine man nodded sagely as if he knew absolutely what that kind of situation was like.
“I used to be like that. I still know how to be flexible if need be. And I don’t mean to be raining crap down on somebody you liked, but… he hurt you, Sil. I can’t abide that. And what’s more, he threatened our friends. If this ain’t jealousy, it sure as hell is spite, and I’m not going to let some sparkly spite sprite lay a hand on you again. Or anyone else we care about. And…”
He stopped himself, his words screeching to an empty halt as he found himself staring down into the milky, grassy-colored liquid.
“Ko,” he said, reaching out to touch his partner’s hand. “Listen, I’m pretty sure I know why he reacted the way he did. I mean...it might seem ridiculous, but in his own head, I kinda did the worst thing I could have possibly done to Axton.”
Slumping back into his seat, he drummed his fingertips on his thigh, looking away.
“I had to leave suddenly,” he said. “And I couldn’t talk about why. If I let someone know, I wasn’t sure if...I wasn’t sure if they’d get hurt somehow.”
As he uttered the last few words, eyes averted from Kohaku’s, the vulpine man could see something shift against the artist’s skin. At first, it might have been taken for a shadow moving over him, but if he watched, seemingly without Silvio’s notice, a tiny tattooed flower bud opened its vividly inked petals ever so slightly before going still again.
“So, I made a clean break, didn’t tell anyone where I was going, and made it out to the east coast for training and my contract at Carnage. Like I said - I didn’t realize I was that special to Axton. I figured I was...just another person to him. Maybe one that could help him out with his tattoos, but not any more important than the next person he was close with.”
He shook his head and massaged one temple.
“...But that wasn’t the case. And...Axton? He has...abandonment issues.”
“But that’s not your problem.”
The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. If he noticed the blossoming tattoo, he didn’t say anything.
Maybe it was the morning sun, but his eyes seemed to take on that strange gilded sheen, like molten gold just shy of its boiling point. The matcha in his cup trembled, like turbulent conditions on a peridot sea.
“You said it yourself, you didn’t know you meant anything to him outside of being a good artist and a good lay. If he took it any other way and didn’t communicate that shit, then anything resulting in you splitting is his issue, not yours. By Inari, y… you can’t accept being punished for crimes that you didn’t even know you were committing, that’s horseshit. He doesn’t get to be the victim when you’re the one who ate canvas and had your friends threatened.”
The tattoo artist gave an inward wince at the words, good lay. As Kohaku went on, clearly building up a head of steam, Silvio held up his hands.
“I know, I know,” he said. “I’m not making excuses for him. I’m just explaining why he’s doing this. I doubt he’ll listen, but I’m going to try talking with him. I’m more worried about what he might try to pull with any of you, to be honest.”
Axton could, as he had evidenced so starkly, be vindictive and dramatic. Really, pro-wrestling was kind of a perfect fit for his personality. Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll, right? Live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse.
“I bailed on him; I won’t deny that. It doesn’t warrant this kind of response, though.”
“Damn right, it doesn’t.”
Closing his eyes, he sighed. Drinking down the rest of his now cool latte, Kohaku set the cup on the table, expression a bit contrite.
“Look, I’m sorry. I know I’m being really touchy. It’s just… nnngh. I’ve been sort of drifting around for a long time. Dad wants me to come home and settle and… well, you know all that stuff. But the thing is, I was actually thinking that I wanted to…”
He blushed, trailing off, giving a sheepish smile and tugging the brim of his hat down.
Silvio blinked in surprise, sitting up in his chair.
“You thinking of staying here? Like, permanently? In Baltimore? With Carnage?”
“With you.”
He looked up again, though his eyes remained obscured by the shadow cast by the bill of his cap. His teeth worried at his lip slightly.
“I’ve never met… anybody like you. And I’ve met a lot of people. You’re one of a kind and… and I think it would be stupid to let you go. I was going to tell you that at a better time than this. I was going to wait for the perfect moment because everything was falling into place so… naturally, and everything became smooth and clear and I was… was satisfied. You have no idea how hard it is to satisfy me. And now…”
He sighed.
“...everything’s been shook up. And I’m telling you this stuff before I wanted to, and there’s this extra piece in play, and… and…”
Chuckling sadly, Kohaku shook his head.
“And I’m being stupid. Axton being here doesn’t upend things that much… does it?”
Silvio’s hands closed the space between them, taking Ko’s gently. He felt a warm little surge in the pit of his belly.
Connections.
Binding pins.
“No,” he assured his partner. “No, it doesn’t, Ko.”
Afternoon.
Kohaku felt a bit better after breakfast. Going about his day, he kept the conversation he had with Silvio in the back of his mind, bringing it up to calm himself down whenever thoughts of Axton Gunn started to get him worked up. It seemed things were more complicated than he thought they were- and he wasn’t a fan of complications.
Axton being here doesn’t upend things that much, does it?
No, no it doesn’t, Ko.
He had to keep focused on that. It was going to be fine. Everything was going to work out in the end. If he didn’t hold out hope for that, what was there? Sighing, he stepped into the showers at the gym- an entire late morning workout had flown by, something that happens when you’re hopelessly encased in your own head. Toweled off, got dressed, took an Uber back to his apartment. Irritation and soothing still playing over and over in a loop, making him somewhat oblivious, going through the motions of life on autopilot. Made a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch.
He has abandonment issues.
But that’s not your problem.
Flopping into his recliner, Kohaku keyed up Netflix. Flipped through show after show, movie after movie, desperate for something so interesting it’d drown out the feedback loop in his head. An endless sea of options and nothing standing out. He felt like if something didn’t happen right now he was going to drown in the vortex of his own thoughts and--
Keshite riraito shite, Kudaranai chou gensou, Wasurarenu sonzai kan o…
His phone’s blaring ringtone snapped him out of his daze somewhat, a smile playing across his face as he saw who was calling. He picked up the phone, trying his best to sound like himself.
“Hello? … Moshi-moshi? Ade, is that you?”
Evening.
“Thanks!”
Kohaku gave a wave to the delivery guy and hefted up the large bag of assorted Chinese food, carrying it into the dining area and dropping it unceremoniously on the table, flashing a grin to his newly arrived houseguest.
“I ordered this stuff before you came, I wasn’t sure what all you liked so I got a little bit of everything.”
Pulling a container of eggrolls and some soy sauce packets out of the bag along with a pair of chopsticks, he glanced across the room, offering an encouraging smile.
“Did you give any thought to what you were going to do on your way out here?”
Adrienne Levi had been quiet since arriving at Kohaku's studio apartment that evening. The sudden inquiry stirred her from her contemplation. She had been sitting on the floor, cross-legged, going through a black and purple backpack.
“...I didn’t.”
“Okay. Well first, come on up here and get something to eat. Life-altering decisions shouldn’t be made on an empty stomach.”
He nudged the bag in her direction a bit and nipped the end of one of the eggrolls open, squirting some of the soy sauce inside. His expression was thoughtful.
“So like I was telling you on the phone, I can’t make this decision for you. No one can. My wants and everyone else’s for that matter shouldn’t be relevant here- this is your life. Yours.”
He tapped one end of a chopstick against his chin.
“There’s always a safe option. Something that’ll earn enough, keep a roof over your head and food in your mouth. It gets the job done but it’s rarely satisfying. To do what you really want, what you really love? Unless you have the most charmed life ever, that takes risk. Scary risk with actual consequences if things fall through. Whether feeding your body or feeding your soul is worth more is a decision you’ll have to come to on your own.”
Adrienne did the same, eating almost feverishly. She hadn’t thought to eat much throughout today, and this was a welcome gesture. Halfway done with an eggroll, she set it down onto the plate.
“I left everything behind,” said the now former resident of Clearwater in a low murmur. It has been an emotional rollercoaster in the last day. Making the decision to leave behind the previous thirty-plus years of her life had been bittersweet. Whatever now moldered in a Florida landfill wasn’t the issue. The rest did matter.
“...you did?”
Kohaku couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. He had expected to have his friend over for a night, maybe two, and talk over her plans for the future- when they’d spoken on the phone earlier in the day, she’d seemed all but ready to give up. Chuckling a bit, he smiled broadly.
“And here I was all ready to help you make up your mind and you did it without even having to talk it over with me. Nice. If I can ask, what made you change your mind? You seemed about this close to throwing in the towel.”
“There was nothing left,” she stated emphatically. Before continuing, she sipped a glass of iced tea through a straw, “I know you only expected a night or two visit so I can make other arrangements somehow. I guess what I’m saying is that I didn’t think this through. What I brought with me is all I have left.”
The ordinarily upbeat woman kept her eyes averted. She could feel the positive vibes coming off of him previously, but she hadn’t come for just a visit. Adrienne had uprooted her life elsewhere and plopped herself at his doorstep.
“Sorry.”
“Hey. Don’t. You don’t have a thing to apologize for, Ade. You shouldn’t be sorry, you should be elated. You’re taking charge of your own destiny, for better or worse, and that’s something to be excited about. And… heh.”
Scratching the back of his head, he gave a sheepish sort of look.
“I don’t know what it was. Call it instinct, intuition, a hunch, whatever, but… I got you towels. And a toothbrush. And a plastic chest of drawers to put your clothes in. And blankets and a pillow. I actually kind of got you everything.”
He laughed, a pleasant, barking sound.
“You can stay here as long as you need to. I’d actually kind of like it if you did. Like I said on the phone, the place is a cave. I wouldn’t mind the company.”
All she could summon up is a quiet, “Thank you.”
Polishing off her first egg roll, Adrienne stopped before going for a second to bring up something that had been swirling in her mind, “I hope I’m not interfering with anything going on.”
“Nah. I’m glad you’re here, actually. With all this stuff going on it’s gonna be nice to come home to a neutral party.”
Gobbling down his own eggroll and fishing into the bag for the lemon chicken, he gave a light sigh.
“I had a talk with SIl this morning. This whole Axton thing could get messy. I’m probably not at liberty to go into details, but there’s a lot of feelings and stuff involved. I’m still not a fan of the guy, though. I hate what he did to Sil, and I really can’t stand that he threatened all of us. You didn’t do anything wrong, you don’t deserve any crap from him, and neither does Sil, or Knox, or Mitch, or… or anybody.”
The self-described #1 fan was undoubtedly conflicted. She had never seen Axton Gunn like that. The dynamic performer had always been bold and pulled no punches. It was a quality that Adrienne lived through vicariously. What she saw instead was distinctly human. Mired in ugly emotions that she had never been privy to. Taken aback by his intentions, Adrienne also struggled with the possibility that perhaps he was righteous in his reaction to Silvio Leon. That maybe she just didn’t understand the whole story. While ashamed to admit this, a small part of her justified the attack in part.
Being confronted directly with the aftermath had sullied her pristine image of the beautiful rock n’ roller.
“I’m sorry about the way I’ve acted. You know, about Axton. I wasn’t considering your feelings. Or anyone’s for that matter.”
“Hey, your feelings are valid too. If you like the dude’s music and charity stuff, you don’t need to apologize for it. Don’t let how I feel dictate how you feel, but at the same time, keep your eyes open. He might be gunning for you- um, no pun intended.”
Hoofing out a sigh, he swished his chopsticks in the lemon sauce- perhaps unconsciously a mirror of what Silvio had done that morning at breakfast.
“I dunno. I wish things weren’t so complicated all of the sudden. But I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you’ve decided to keep doing what you love and, if I can say so, what you’re really damn good at.”
“I’m okay, I guess,” She said with a smile. “I’m more relieved that I wasn’t going to let any of you down.”
“While I appreciate the consideration? You ought to be more concerned with whether or not you would’ve let yourself down. It’s okay to think of yourself- to attend to what you need and want, to take care of your own ambitions. I’m not saying be a completely selfish person, but it’s okay to be a healthy amount of selfish. You deserve to be happy for you and with you.”
He gobbled up approximately half of the chicken, wiping the lemon sauce off of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You made the decision to stick with wrestling despite what others may have wanted for you or thought was best- that’s a good start.”
Averting her eyes again, Adrienne considered his words. She swatted away a defensive reaction to proclaim all of that was easier said than done. Perhaps, she should just try?
“May I use your home later to have a chat, so to speak?” Adrienne gestured to the first thing she saw when she entered his apartment - the wondrous view to the waterfront.
Tugging a fortune cookie out of its wrapper, Kohaku nodded, fiddling with the crisp confection as he spoke.
“Sure you can. I… was going to. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. The whole situation’s been swirling around my head all day, actually. But the more I think, the more I just don’t have any words. I could say a lot, but in the end, thinking it over, that’s what I think he wants. Attention. Good, bad, any will do. So in the end? I don’t have anything to say to him.”
The cookie cracked open, and Kohaku pulled the little slip of paper out, chuckled, and shook his head.