4. Charm. - Marluxia and Larxene.

"Aren't you cold?" Larxene queried, as she pulled her silky scarf more tightly around her neck. Marluxia smirked at her shivering.

"Like many plants, my body adapts to the climate and season change. So I'm perfectly fine."

"Lucky you." The girl brushed powdered snow off her shoulders. "You can't feel the full-on cold I'm feeling right now."

"I thought lighting was… warm."

"About thirty-thousand Celsius actually" she tells him, missing the fronted puddles on the street. "However, I don't feel the heat unless I start throwing bolts around." She looked up at him, eyes bright and eerie. "Can I start throwing bolts around?"

Marluxia laughed in amusement. "I don't think that's wise, My Dear."

The sadist shrugged off her evil expression.

"I guess."

The man placed his arm calmly around her waist and pulled her close. They made an illusion of a newlywed couple.

"I'll keep the warm, My Sweet Nymph."

The girl smiled and giggled under her breath, snuggling up close.

"You really know how to treat a woman" she cooed. "Unlike the other gentlemen in our little group."

The flower mage chuckled. He ran his hand against the brush they were walking past. A red rose budded and bloomed prematurely in a fraction of a moment and he picked it off.

He passed it to Larxene.

"For you."

Twelve giggled even more, brushing her fingertips over the delicate flower.

"Thank you, My Assassin." She pulled off one of the innocent petals with a bit of malice and let it fly away. "You're not after something, are you?"

"Now what ever gave you that idea?" Marluxia sighed, shaking his head.

She shrugged again. "Just a feeling."