Title: Those white lies.
Pairing: Larxene/Namine (kinda)
Rating: PG13.
Summary: 'Cause this little devil will never be an angel she pretended to be.
A/N: Written at 3 AM, the first thing I have written in nearly a year and I just had to post it before I had the urge to tear it down. Also figured I might as well make a contribution. First time writing anything of this nature, so hope you enjoy.
In Castle Oblivion that was all there was to see (white walls, white dresses, white beds) and Larxene half wondered if this was a way to mock there little canary Namine. White was supposed to represent innocence and all that is good and Namine is anything but.
She is a little witch who manipulates memories and breaks hearts-something that the Savage Nymph found oh-so-delicious (and of course doesn't hesitate to remind the little blonde every time they meet with a smile that is all teeth and insincerity). This little devil could never be the angel that she pretended to be and they both knew it.
Yet Larxene finds herself fascinated by this girl who pretends to be the prisoner (-how could someone so manipulative be a prisoner after all?), with her big baby blue hues and pretty white dresses, and sometimes number eleven wonders if it's the witch is working her magic on her as well.
Because nothing can explain the older blondes desire to seek out the white witch and bestow bruising kisses on her porcelain skin. Nothing else would cause her to sneak into the blonde girls room and find a way to send her over the edge with mocking smiles and false promises of love.
Except maybe the desire to show the witch what it's like to have your heart trampled-not that Larxene would know that is like.
In the end Larxene just chalks it up to Namine being a fun toy and Namine continues to go on with the false sense of innocence.
Even when they both know that those are lies. Lies as white as the castle walls.
Fin.