Disclaimer: Not mine... gah.
Warning: My very first posted het. Be gentle. x.x Slight lime& underage-ness. Woo!
Pairing: MarluxiaxNaminé; Slight AxelxNaminé; AkuRoku hints...
Summary: Naminé is a princess in every aspect, but with Marluxia, she's just the wicked witch.
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White Lace and Novocaine
One shot.
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Naminé never smiles anymore. She tries but they're too empty for her to stomach, and sometimes her tears fall a little too hard, but she doesn't care.
Every thing in this castle is broken and pristine and ugly, and she hates it with all of herself that doesn't really exist.
He's always watching her, touching her, smiling at her. His hands feel like spiders crawling up her leg, their fine hairs a pin prickle, always drawing blood.
When he kisses her, his long mane always brushes against her cheek, and she can never stop the shiver that courses through her small frame. He grips her like he loves her.
She takes his insincerity and wants to burn it. She is, after all, just a witch. She wants to rearrange his memories, maybe... maybe...
His hands on her thighs, his lips against her chest, his body merging with hers...
Naminé feels like she's dying, always always drowning. She definitely doesn't like this feeling.
So she stays in her room. Sometimes she chats with Axel, who is too blinded by love to see straight, and sometimes she wishes that he could be her knight in shining armor. He is brave and cunning, everything the spider is not.
At least when Axel holds her, he won't rake his nails across her cheek, or rip open her dress. Axel is gentle. She doesn't care if he's only thinking about someone else. She just doesn't care.
She doesn't want the demon that kisses her tears and bites her neck. Licks at her despair until she shrieks for something unattainable.
Naminé draws darkness and Sora, she draws Riku holding her hand. She fancies drawing Marluxia smiling and waving, but tears out the page instead, clenching her teeth...
Him, him, him. It's a disease, and oh--
"Naminé, has my pretty witch drawn me something today?"
Her pencils fall as those spider hands take her wrists an pin her to the bed.
Something hits the floor. She cries out.
The graphite breaks.