i want a girl with l i p s like m o r p h i n e

roxas/larxene

they're exactly what the other needs

He fights her because that's what she wants, that's what she needs, his rebellion and anger and fire being poured out against her.

She needs, she wants, she craves something to throw herself against, messy kisses and needy touches and blood and sweat and tears, something to attack and destroy and break.

And he's so pretty when he's broken, into a million billion glittering, sharp-edged pieces, gasping and bleeding and whimpering for her, shattering under her lips and hands, all hers, every little bit of him.

"...hate you..." he gasps through kiss-swollen, bloodied lips, muscles tense and jerking and aching from fighting, pinned against the wall with her hands on his wrists.

And she laughs and laughs and laughs, and she leans forward and digs her long fingernails into his skin, dragging them up his arms, leaving deep, bloody scratches. And Larxene looks Roxas straight in his defiant, furious, brilliant blue eyes and purrs,

"No, you don't."

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She comforts him because that's what he wants, that's what he needs, her calm after the storm, her rare bouts of gentleness.

He needs, he wants, he craves someone to fall apart on, someone to wipe away the anger and the fear and the hopelessness, someone to clean up all the wounds, kiss them and make it better.

And she does, striking a stark contrast to the girl of a half-hour before, like another person, shower-damp hair sweet smelling and silky against his neck as they curl up together in each others arms on the couch.

"...love you..." she murmurs into his shoulder, eyes half-closed, long lashes fluttering on her pale cheeks as her hands brush gently over the bandages all over his arms.

And he sighs and curls up closer and watches her bloodstained fingers twine slowly with his, watches her sleepily, clumsily, gently, kiss the bruises on his shoulders and neck. And Roxas curls up close with the softly dreaming Larxene and whispers,

"No, you don't."

just p u t me on my b a c k

knock me out again

a/n: Hello all. Did you miss me? &hearts