These were done for a challenge community on LiveJournal where you're given 50 words and you have to come up with one sentence for each. Here's the first 25. "Picture" is my favorite, FYI. Also, I know this is a weird pairing, but they have an awesome dynamic and the most fucked-up relationship ever in my head, so I love them.

Young

"You always act like you're so old and wise," Larxene bit out, cold eyes surveying Saïx, until something sparked, like electricity, warming them, "but I bet I'm the only one who knows how young you really are."

Last

Their last kiss was weeks before their last goodbye, and in her last moments, Larxene thought of an X-shaped scar and how it felt under her lips in that tense moment that felt like it was so long ago.

Wrong

"Would it be wrong of me to assume that you're a bit of a sadist?" Saïx asked with a smirk as the Savage Nymph scraped sharp fingernails across his skin.

Gentle

"Be gentle," Larxene cooed, eyes soft and almost innocent before Saïx laughed and she cackled, shoving him roughly against the wall.

King

"He thinks he's the king of this damned place," Larxene scoffed as the Superior walked past, then smirked at Saïx with "and you're the crowned fucking prince."

Command

"You can't command me like your other fucking dogs!" Larxene shouted, hiding her wince when Saïx immediately backed down.

Hold

Larxene didn't like to be held, but in certain moments, at certain times, she would let Saïx hold her until they both drifted to sleep.

Soul

Larxene traced a finger over Saïx's bare chest, spelling out the word "soul" and whispering, "Though it would be nice to have a heart, too."

Picture

When Axel mentioned burnt pictures, the Superior had to restrain Saïx as he shouted "at least you had pictures!"

Mad

"If you keep hanging around those idiots people will think you've gone mad," Saïx said haughtily, starting a rift between himself and Larxene that would never fully mend.

Child

Sometimes Larxene was like a child that needed guidance that Saïx was more than happy to provide, but more often then not, it was Larxene who led the other.

Now

Every now and then, words like "need" and "love" flit through Saïx's mind when he thinks about Larxene, but he shrugs them off, knowing her better than that.

Shadow

Sometimes, when it was late and he was alone, he would see shadows that weren't really there; shadows with antennae that crackled with electricity and disappeared as soon as he said her name.

Goodbye

Even if they hated each other more than they ever could have loved each other—even if they couldn't hate or love at all—it still ate away at him that their goodbye was filled with anger and jealousy instead of the want and need he wanted to give her now that she was gone.

Safe

They never felt safe with each other, which may have been why their relationship was so turbulent, but Saïx always felt a little less alone with Larxene nearby.

Ghost

Larxene's breath ghosted across Saïx's cheek, soft and gentle; so unlike the hard, rough touches she lavished on him, and he smiled, content with everything about her.

Book

When Axel gave Saïx the book Larxene had been reading at Castle Oblivion, the Berserker smiled fondly, to keep himself from breaking down.

Eye

Once Larxene had said that Saïx's gold eyes creeped her out a little, so he always did his best to keep them closed or hooded when she was especially close.

Torn

Torn pages littered the floor of the library, flying around Larxene's head as she screamed at Saïx, who watched with apparent indifference even though inside he was screaming just as loudly back.

Power

"It's funny how you think you have any sort of power over me," Larxene smirked when Saïx made a face, and then bit his lip for emphasis.

Wall

Of all the places he'd ever been trapped, Saïx thought his favorite was between Larxene and a wall.

Drive

"We're gonna drive each other crazy," Larxene said in a voice that suggested she already was, but Saïx pinned her and kissed her all the same.

Precious

Saïx wanted to say she was precious to him; wanted to call her beautiful and perfect, but he knew Larxene would laugh at him, so instead he kissed her possessively and held her tighter.

Hunger

Their kisses were never anything that could even remotely be called "loving," but rather needy, and hungry; Saïx looking for completion in Larxene just as much as she looked for it in him.

Believe

Sometimes all they could do was believe—believe that they'd get their hearts back; believe that they'd survive until tomorrow; believe that the other would still want them if they lived that long.