Just white lies - A Larxiné drabblefic
They were just white lies. White lies, to match her dress.
"Naminé...why are you so scared of Larxene?"
"I'm not."
She is. She's scared of the storms, just a little.
"You always look it. Does she hit you?"
"Yes.."
No. Larxene bit, scratched, cut, slapped. Pierced.
"Why don't you do anything?"
"I can't."
She won't. She doesn't want to.
"But that's terrible!"
"I'm used to it."
She'd never get used to it. Every jolt was somehow unexpected, every shock would make her scream unless Larxene's mouth met hers to silence her cries.
"But...still-"
"I'll be okay."
When she's scratched and bitten, she'll be okay - try not to moan as the sparks dance down her spine or tremble at Larxene's touch. She won't do anything because she knows she'll be okay - those stormy nights aren't so terrible now that they're expected. She won't get used to it but she'll be okay - because now, somehow, she needs this.
They were just white lies.