So this is part of my amazing January first fanfic dump, and if you haunt the deepest darkest corners of livejournal, then you may have already seen all of these. They're all posted on my fanfiction lj(with hotaru-ai), thatnobodygrrl. Check it out? -- shameless self-promotion. There's all this and much much more out there.
Actually, I'm not sure if this is posted to thatnobodygrrl. It is, however, on larxnami, which is the livejournal community dedicated to the Larxene/Naminé pairing. If you have any works in this fandom or know anyone who does, reccomend them there? Or just go there if you're interested...
Naminé would sometimes watch Roxas and Axel walk down the halls of Castle Oblivion holding hands when they didn't think anyone was looking. She smiled when they kissed each other on the cheeks or lips, but it also made her sad. She wanted someone to love her the way the two of them loved each other. Unconditionally, blindly, without limits. She wanted someone who could see past the fact that she had no heart and no soul, and love her anyway.
"Why doesn't anyone love me?" She whispers to herself in the darkness. Over and over, she's asked herself countless times. She's surprised one day when she hears an answer from behind her.
"Because you're not worth it." The words are crisp and cold, and Naminé knows right away who speaks them. Not because of the higher timbre in which they are spoken, but because of the icy deliverance. Each word sounds frozen, and she can almost hear them shatter as they hit the floor.
A hand lays itself on her shoulder, and fingers dig into her skin like claws, or talons. They rub over the nubs of her bones and make her shiver. Lips descend on her neck and burn her skin, but at the same time they leave a tail of frozen fear behind them. They burn her with how cold they are. Naminé didn't know a person could be so cold. She had to remind herself that this wasn't a person.
"Larxene." She whispers to herself in the darkness. A hand closes over her mouth, then lifts again. She can feel the exact shape of those fingers on her cheek, where they burned her. Where they froze her.
"Don't speak." The words are muted, because the mouth that speaks them is occupied with skin. Naminé gets the message anyway, and tries to calm her erratic breathing. She wonders idly if she should be worried about a pounding heartbeat. It would probably be a problem, if she had one. If she had one, she was sure it would be racing a million miles an hour.
"Do you love me?" She knows she isn't allowed to speak, but the words fall out of her mouth before she thinks about them. There is no revenge though, only silence. The silence stretches longer and longer, but the icy lips working her neck and cheek don't slow or stop. Neither do the hands in her hair and on her body, trailing and freezing, burning as they go.
"You're not worth it."
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