Floral Fatale
Rating: K
Pairing: MarluNami
Disclaimer & Author's Notes: Something else from my twisted mind. Sorry, no pron here, but something pretty, instead (If you can imagine this in your head, folks). R+R.
Azurite eyes observe the man before them. He waltzes about the lush, viridian scape; pastel locks fluttering as he sings to his children. Gloved fingers caress leaves and petals with such painful tenderness, then the petite witch flinches. The same feeling from days before arises in her chest, exploding like stars. She swallows a lump in her throat and returns to her sketches.
Peace doesn't ensue for long. Soon enough, her gaze wanders once more to the whirling Order. The sight of his actions causes her breath to hitch with a pregnant pause: his soft, feather-lite lips trace a young budling, coaxing it with encouragement. Before the talented gardener, the rose fully awakens to the whispers, blossoming as he smirks in satisfaction. She can only stare in captivation, astonishment, need-
Oh, how said female craves that same affection- that same attention.
Continuing the aforementioned, the sound of his steps resonate to her side of the technicolor conservatory. She senses him edge closer, and closer, until her chest sinks. Magenta petals follow with the male's intoxicating scent and our blonde bites her lip. She is young, but knows well what is happening to her thoughts and her breath. Ardor consumes her porcelain cheeks.
Hidden intention laces the Graceful Assassin's watchful eye, perplexing her. Nothing can save Namine from the carousel of thoughts spinning in her mind. His name floats from her in a sighed stutter.
"M-Marluxia...?"
Her antagonist glows with interest, but the hopeless girl gazes on. Even if it was for a split second, Namine's hunger swerves, and her crimson crayon snaps within the vice of her frail fingers. Her icy irises go back to Marluxia's body, which is minding it's own business: moving melodically to it's own tune. The blonde is nothing short of mesmerized. The graze of his delicate fingers; the whispers tied to his heated breath; the rhythmic strut of her Master's form- it makes her shiver in forbidden delight.
She'll never have it, though...
Only in her deepest dreams would Namine become Marluxia's trembling flower.
Wow...Namine, fantasizing over Marluxia? No Never... What are you saying, huh? Pssh, I was NOT drinking Red Bull, while taking my Adderall. (xD) Remember that cool, violet button in the corner? Yeah. THAT one! Please REVIEW!! :3