I wrote another one! It's not that great, but I love this pairing so much (and it's all your fault, Demi!) It's just another drabble, however I think I could write countless drabbles for them. As usual, if you don't like the pairing, then don't read.
Numerous drawings were scattered around the room in Castle Oblivion. Some were tacked up on the walls but many were strewn all over the floor. Amidst the collection of paper, a lone figure sat in a chair. The colored pencil in her hand glided over the sketchbook in her lap. She worked in silence, her blue eyes so focused on her art that she failed to notice when somebody else joined her.
"If it isn't my favorite toy."
Namine jumped at the familiar biting voice. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the black cloak and blonde hair that could only belong to one person. Larxene laughed at the younger girl's reaction, her green eyes glinting with what could only be amusement. She grinned and approached the artist, her boots clicking across the tiled floor.
"You know, it's not very polite to ignore someone – especially when they're talking to you, " She murmured, words laced with malice.
Slowly, Namine stopped coloring and stared down at her sketchbook, a chill running down her spine from Larxene's tone. The lightning-wielder stood behind her, fingers running through her white-blonde hair.
"Aww, still drawing pictures of your precious Sora?"
She could feel Larxene's breath tickle her ear.
"When will you learn, witch? He's not going to save you."
Her lips pressed against the back of Namine's neck.
"Even if he does make it through this castle, do you honestly think I'd give you up so easily?" She whispered, tracing Namine's jaw line with her gloved hand, "you belong to me."
The Savage Nymph chuckled and kissed her. Namine closed her eyes and didn't fight back. It was true after all.
"Never forget that." Larxene hissed against her mouth.
Namine shivered and met the other girl's gaze.
"Never." She repeated softly.
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