warnings: vague sexual implications
summary: marluxia & naminé & maybe it's not meant to be —
diamonds and hearts
i. i am a king
Here is the lord of this nothing-place, this cold-cruel-castle, and even with the marble and the roses and the dark warmth of his not-smile, there is something about it all that feels wrong.
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ii. signed away my soul
On the first day he offers her a flower beneath the glass of a greenhouse, and it's so hot too hot. The air buzzes with it, with him, with them. His mouth feels like memory and the petals on a rose, but the kiss itself is full of thorns and spindles; when he bites the fleshy tip of her finger she wonders if she will be cursed.
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iii. paper dreams
Every day he tells her to make this or that, to erase here and there, to color herself within the lines of Sora's memories because It is something we must do, precious.
She doesn't like being included in 'we' or being called 'precious' or being told to shred an innocent boy's love, but Marluxia says all these things (and more) because they both know that he doesn't care how she feels, especially if she wasn't supposed to feel in the first place, anyway.
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iv. golden crown, golden home
Bitterly, she thinks: If I am the crown jewel of his kingdom, then Marluxia is a poor man.
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v. until i was free
She knows that he will never let her go (not willingly, at least) because he doesn't have the Keyblade and he doesn't have the Organization and he doesn't have a heart - so he will have her, regardless of her squirms and struggles and silence when he asks Would you hate me if you could?
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vi. silver and ice for tears
Sometimes she must remind herself that beauty does not equal goodness, that magic does not equal fantasy, and that girls-locked-in-towers does not equal princess. Marluxia is the epitome of all these juxtapositions: unlike the curve of his blade or his low, killing blows, there is no grace in the place where his heart ought to be - just an empty, dead space that echoed with its no-body-ness.
There is little room for hypocrisy on her part, either. Sora thinks he is the hero and that she is the damsel-in-distress and that Marluxia is the villain; in reality, she is the wicked witch, luring a child into thirteen floors of loss and the lost -
Naminé always smells like roses, but she prays Sora will never know why.
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a/n: i just love them a lot, okay? title & sectioned names belong to the song "expedition" by myah.