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give me my heart back & go
by: pixie paramount (11/27/2007, 6:28 PM – 1/23/2008, 4:49 PM)
Kingdom Hearts, Larxene/Naminé & we'll gather our hearts and go – someplace far, far away
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It's electric—every touch, every kiss, every breath they take.
It's all so very destructive at the same time.
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There is a bolt of static followed by every kiss, every press of her fingertips along her skin. Larxene giggles as she yelps, one hand ghosting over her neck and another dancing all along her skin.
She feels excitement, an adrenaline rush, coursing through as she curls her fingers tightly in her hair, fisting the pretty locks and cocking the pretty witch's face closer to hers, daring her to look her in the eyes.
She nips at her chin and wishes to break that rib-caged (non-)heart beating inside, to hold it in front of her and laugh at her. She wants her to hurt, to be in pain—pain that she's caused her. She wants to—hold onto it, her heart, and break it and—do so many things all at once, she really isn't sure, not completely, of what she really wants.
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Naminé stares up blankly at the ceiling the day after Larxene disappeared forever. She can still feel the slight prickle of electricity crawling beneath her skin, numbing her fingertips.
She can still, sometimes, hear her laugh. When she closes her eyes she can see and feel her, cool and jet-black, heartless.
She can remember her for as long as she lasts because the bruises still haven't faded from their ugly, deep brown-black-purple hues, and her lip is still raw and stinging.
Sometimes, as her time closes around her, the skin breaks and her blood runs along her skin like a river, like shadows along her skin, like—
A thousand kisses—so many memories waiting to be erased—that make her feel like she is nothing.
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To: Raihu
Author's Note: Originally posted on LJ.