Explanations of what Marluxia really is, because it's actually kind of scary.
*insert disclaimer here*
Perhaps, sometimes, this uncaringness towards hidden pasts is useful for other things, too.
Marluxia stared back at his reflection in a mirror. Dark blue eyes in a slightly, but not explicitly, feminine face, itself framed by the shoulder-length pink hair which was almost as much of a trademark as his flowers.
Those idiots who were unlucky enough to have hearts clouding their minds, the ignorant fools whose kind he once was, called him feminine, mocked his pink and blue and falling petals. His… comrades, a word already skewing truth, usually paid it no notice. Usually being the key word.
None knew the truth, the flowers' curse which made him what he was. The legend of the blossoms, whatever its name was.
Long ago, when a warrior's corpse was buried under a white sakura tree, the flowers were stained, a mark of the fragility of the line between life and death. A line which he and his kind balanced so precariously on.
And so, whenever the reaper's blade drew the lifeblood of its victim, set a heart free, buried the bloody corpse under the sakura, its wielder's own blossoms changed from dark gold to a far more sinister shade.
His own personal timer. Once it hit that particular shade of ruby red, the dance would be over, the line would give way.
He had been given a second chance. A second chance to live, not on the line but over it, as a person and not the sinister shadow of one. A second chance, and the Superior was making him lose time with unimportant missions and unnecessary bloodshed.
Well, if the Superior wasn't going to do anything, he'd just have to take matters into his own hands.
Marluxia wanted his life - and his hair - back.
Um, yeah. Marluxia's really just a big walking death symbol, isn't he. Creeeepy. Stuff based on old legends = slightly poetic drabble.
RANDOM HEADCANON TIME: his Other's name should be Maurial because it sounds cool.
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