It was unbelievable how long it took for Larxene to end her fight with herself, and finally decide not to kick down the small child's sandcastle. Xion hadn't done anything for her at all recently, but the sunset just seemed too beautiful that day to be marred by the cries of a young girl.
The red glow of the sun slowly seeped over the water, not quite mixing the blue into purple, but rather the soft orange of the clouds as she walked by herself on the beach, her bare toes shifting the sand underneath. The blonde woman cocked her head to the side as she stared out over the horizon. Saying that the sunset was the colour of burning gold sounded too poetic; she had to think of something else to describe the scene before her. She beamed at the star as she thought of one.
The sun had slit his wrists, both of them, and was sitting on the edge of the world, watching as his blood streamed from out of his veins and into the ocean, staining the water a crimson honey. He was dying, and would bleed and bleed until he passed out and fell under the world, revoking his light from the sky and cloaking the world in darkness in his unconscious state.
Larxene's lips twitched into a small smirk at her thoughts. It still sounded poetic, but not sappily so. Her bare toes curled as she kicked a smooth pebble from just beneath the sand closer to the shoreline. The sun was setting further, almost ready to die (he would be resurrected in the morning by the moon, she thought; the moon's always there to pull him back up with the tide) as she walked over to where the gentle waves lapped at the sand onshore, its soft crashes rhythmic and soothing. The fading heavens raised the moon steadily as the sun sank lower, to provide at least some light when the star was gone.
Larxene sighed, glancing behind her once to make sure that the few guests there that day were leaving, and not standing behind her, before lifting her coat, sitting down just out of reach of the waves, and enjoying the feel of cool water splashing against her feet.
A faint ripple shockwaved the ocean surface as she sat on the sand, steadily, steadily growing until at last, a young man walked out of the sea. His dirty-blond hair defied physics in a mullethawk still visible though wet, and his handsome face smiled down at her as he approached her. Larxene smiled back.
"Hey, Demyx," she muttered a bit loudly than normal, facing back at the sun. The dirty-blond haired man shrugged and nodded in reply.
"Hey, Larxene." He held out his fisted hand to her, clearly holding something inside. "I got you something." The young woman looked at him for a moment before reaching her hand out as well and accepting the gift.
It was an ocean shell, the colour of daisy yellow and a variety of blues. Larxene examined it for a moment before smiling and slipping the shell into her pocket.
"Thanks," she said once, before patting the area beside her for him to sit down. The merman nodded and, polymorphing into a human shape, sat down next to her. She leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment, before an idea popped into his head.
"Want to go for a midnight surf?" Larxene looked up and smiled.
"...That'd be nice..."
A/N: I''m exhausted from all-nighters and work, so I understand it's not that great. I don't know if I'll rewrite it, add more to it, or what.
Yes, Larxene's OOC. Ideas/critiques/opinions appreciated.