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Tremors
Is it suppose to hurt like this?
The blonde haired blue eyed girl wondered pointlessly while her imagination tried to find an answer for her.
No.
Larxene could accept this answer, she knew it was true and she did not own a will that could change that. But thats what was it was like to fall for someone as unattainable as...Marluxia. At least thats what Larxene imagined falling for Marluxia would be like, she wouldn't know – she had never felt for someone this way before. Then again it was all fake, remainders of her other half that could still feel.
She heard his footsteps outside the door and a tremor ran up her spine, Marluxia had that effect aganist her. His meer pressence could twist her mind and control her body and he didn't even know it. The door opened at he walked in, she could tell he wasn't happy.
"What is it?"
He looked up from the floor a strand of his pink mane covering his face like a satin curtain, with a lazy swipe he banished the strand behind his ear. He looked tired, a new look for him. It seemed these days he always looked tired at the mention of Sora or the Organization. A blue eye landed on her face and Larxene avoided another tremor.
"Sora is getting closer and that girl is forever causing problems. And I'm almost certain Vexen has some idea up his sleeve thats going to make our efforts a lot harder."
Larxene was getting tired just thinking about this as well, she watched him turn away towards the bay window. He was older then her, more mature, and better.
Why is he even bothering with me?
She let a tremor run up her spine as she thought about comforting him, running her hands down his frame, whispering words into his ear. And he'd embrace and thank the gods for sending him an angel like her.
What the hell are you doing?
She was being a little girl all over again! He was older then her and this was just a girlish crush that would disappear in a few days when it was starved off. Hell she was only nineteen and he was twenty-four. She could offer him nothing but her love and how do you sastify someone who loves only power?
"What are you thinking about?"
His voice stopped her thoughts and she blushed realizing that he had caught her off guard.
"Nothing important."
He circled her with an expectant look on his face and a smug look that could kill an angel, "Really?"
"Really," Larxene answered feeling more and more uncomfortable.
He put a hand on her shoulder and gripped hard, avoiding a tremor at his touch she sneered at him.
"But right now I'm thinking of hurting you," She spat and shrugged his arm off.
He laughed at her insolence, "I know you do."
His face become cold and firm again, the usual mask. He walked out of the room and down the hall, probably to Namine's hold. God he spent his time with her like a rich wife spent money, sitting in her room and taunting her with his pressence. Larxene envied the frail little girl, she would love nothing more then to spend the day listening to Marluxia's insults knowing they were directed at her.
See he doesn't love you.
It was always about the pain, he could never love her he would only hurt her. Larxene rubbed her sore shoulder, it hurt just like her heart. Well it might have if she had one. She was just a tool, like Namine, like Sora, like Axel, the castle, even the whole organization. He'd play with them until they bored him and then he'd break them and throw them in the dirt.
Larxene growled under her breath. She forced a maleviolent sneer on her thin lips as the last of her tremors died, it was time to see Sora.
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