Not quite sure if there is such thing as this particular flower type. I know there's a winter lily, but not like this, I'm sure. Just a little fluff. :3 Lighter then what I usually do, so I suppose it's good enough.
Characters don't belong to me. I wish though.
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The superior was droning on and on during this meeting. It was quite a bore actually. Even Saix was barley paying attention. Finally, Xemnas finished, and the meeting was ceased. Demyx and Roxas instantly met up, talking and laughing. Ever since Roxas came back, they've been the best of friends. Despite Axel's most hated thoughts against the Water Nobody. Axel sighed, his green eyes lingering on Roxas before he escaped to his room. Xaldin, Xigbar and Lexeaus met up with Luxord for another late night card game. Larxene was already in her room. Zexion and Saix were reading in the living room.
Everything was normal on the first and second story of the Organization Castle. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth were clear of anything, heartless included. The seventh, however, was a different story. Vexen walked slowly down the long hallway, towards the only bedroom that he really enjoyed, besides his own. The aroma greeted him before he even laid eyes on the door. Stepping up to it, Vexen traced his finger tips along carved rose. He smiled slightly, knocking on the white door. "It's open." A voice called from inside.
Vexen opened the door, looking in. Marluxia sat on his balcony, tending to his flowers. Marluxia looked up to see who entered his room, and smiled. He patted the spot next to him, his crystal blue eyes daring Vexen to venture into the large room. Vexen closed the door behind him, and walked over to Marluxia, sitting down next to him. Marluxia's hair seemed more vibrant, Vexen took note as he sat down. He smiled, taking his glove off, and running his fingers through the velvet pink locks. "You're hair is always soft, Mar." He murmured, not to disrupt the silent peace.
Marluxia smiled, shaking his head in disagreement, but he didn't say anything. His slender fingers patting the soil around a white flower. Vexen looked at the flower in wonder. He learned not to touch any of Marluxia's flowers, as his chilling touch would cause them to die, and he couldn't stand hurting Marluxia like that. He studied the flower. It was a soft shade of cream with speckles of light blue. Its wide pedals covered over pot; it seemed drawn to the cool air outside. It seemed drawn to Vexen himself. Vexen looked at Marluxia, a question biting to get out. Marluxia seemed to understand.
"It's just a simple flower, Vexen." He murmured his voice soft velvet. "But it's the dearest I've got." He sighed, stroking one of the massive pedals.
"How is that?" Vexen asked, leaning against Marluxia's shoulder, his finger still running through the pink locks.
"It's called a Winter Lily." Marluxia murmured, his blue eyes glowing with happiness, excitement, and something else that Vexen couldn't place. "It is drawn to the freezing air, which is why I'm out here." He sighed, taking Vexen's hand from his hair and placing it over the flower. "I thought you would like it." Marluxia whispered, looking into the green eyes of his lover.
Vexen was shocked at first. Marluxia most likely pained and labored to hybrid this beauty; he would've ripped out his hair for Vexen if it were to get Vexen something as special as this blossom. Vexen smiled, kissing Marluxia softly on the lip, leaving a cold touch. Marluxia smiled, wrapping his arms around Vexen's neck and deepening the kiss.
Outside was a small patch of lilies outside Marluxia's greenhouse, larger than the one Marluxia had his balcony. They reached up to the moonlight, thirsty for the freezing weather, starving for moonlight. Vexen's little Winter Lily.