The season is changing. Winter’s winds and chilling bite are slowly soothed by spring’s first bloom.
The first colors of dawn slowly envelope the night sky; the deep, abyssal blue glowing pink, then orange, before the bright rays of the sun pierces over the mountains. Leaves wet with dew and melting frost glisten, while heavy droplets peel away from branches and fall into the brook below. The trees slowly become alive with sounds, the rustle of wind-swept leaves, the trill of birds, and soon the crunch of earth beneath the boots of the earliest gypsy rising from the camp.
The trudge of heavy shoes multiply over the hour, and soon the air is filled with soft laughter and voices of the nomads.
Steam from boiling pots of water rises into the crisp air as the fire beneath them snaps and crackles. Thick slices of meat are tossed into the heated skillet, and soon the succulent smell of cooked meat wafts over the camp.
The scent seeps through the cloth of a tent set up near the bank. Axel stirs beneath the blanket, green eyes blinking away sleep until they focus. He takes a sniff, and his stomach growls for breakfast. Beside him, Reno lays slumbering. A smile works its way onto Axel’s face, and he leans in, nuzzling his face against the other redhead’s.
Reno drowsily responds, murmuring a low ‘morning’ before wrapping his long arms around Axel. He pulls him close, moreso to use him as a shield against the intruding light than to give him a proper hug.
“Reno,” Axel laughs, shaking his shoulders, “come, let’s grab something to eat before everyone takes their second share before we even get our first.”
“Make Roxas deliver it here,” Reno moans, hugging onto Axel’s stomach tighter.
After dragging his partner out of the tent, they both wash up with the near-freezing water of the river, waking them up completely. Roxas has been busy serving the entire camp with his food, and Axel had been right in guessing his meals would go fast. Ever since Thirteen brought Roxas into the clan, they have been eating much tastier meals than ever before. Even Axel has admitted he has fleshed out in healthy muscle since Roxas’ arrival.
“Morning, Axel, Reno,” Roxas beams, filling up a hand-crafted bowl with broth.
“Hi, Roxas,” Axel replies, handing the bowl of broth to Reno. The other red-haired gypsy eagerly takes a gulp, and sighs as the hot, savory liquid runs down his throat and warms his entire body.
“I don’t think there’s ever a better way to wake up than to your cooking,” Axel says.
“If you two wanted extra slices of ham, you could have just asked,” the blond chef whispers coyly, sneaking extra slices onto each of their plates.
“You’re the best,” Reno laughs, accepting their breakfast.
As they walk off to find a seat amongst the mess of half-packed boxes and loaded carts, Roxas smiles whimsically at his best friend. Certainly, after Reno’s paranormal arrival the previous summer, Axel has been infinitely livelier. Reno, though his entrance was a shock at first, easily grew on Roxas. It had been a surreal experience when Reno manifested into a solid body as the sun rose, stepping out of the spirit world and into their own with every step he took into their camp, as if every cord of muscle had been intricately drawn from a ray of sun. It didn’t take long for the rest of the gypsies to realize he had been the mysterious spirit that had haunted the lake, and subsequently Axel’s heart. Axel had saved me, please let me stay with him
, Reno said, and while some of the members struggled with the fact a ghost was addressing them Roxas saw something deeper, and didn’t hesitate to dig into Axel’s belongings to take out several garments to clothe him. So you’re the one that has Axel’s heart set aflame
, Roxas said.
The young gypsy shakes his head when he realizes his thoughts have him smiling to no one in particular. With everyone served at least their one portion, Roxas takes his own breakfast and settles down next to Axel. The clan would need to move soon, but it doesn’t stop several of their friends from unpacking instruments and strumming playful tunes for the duration of their meal.
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Prize Commission for
for being placed in the top three of
's Shadows and Sunshine; AkuNo/RokuNo contest 8)
Anyway the Wind Blows
The wind was still. There was a rhythm in the warm, summer air. The soft, quick beat to a drum and the occasional jingle of a tambourine; laughter and shouts of all ages simmered together into a crockpot of leisurely content. Hidden notes of wagon-wheels crushing foliage and rustling clothe completed the pleasant melody, a melody all too familiar to ones whom belonged to Thirteen.
And, at this time, Thirteen happened to be on the move. They'd overstayed their welcome in the last town of Geode, and after nearly losing a few members, quickly packed their things and moved to the shelter of the woods. Their home.
The woods were a constant in th
This commission is a sort of epilogue to her winning entry, "Anyway the Wind Blows." It features Axel and Reno as gypsies, meeting in a paranormal circumstance, and finding love in one another >w< <333
I LOVED DESIGNING THEIR OUTFITS AOIWJFAOIWEJGWEG
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