I'm back...with...crack. Seriously, that's all this is. I have a great amount of respect for Marluxia, this was meant to be FUN. With that in mind, I'll be upset if I get someone whining at me that I've bastardized his character in this because um...I'm telling you now. CRACK = OOC
That is all, enjoy please!
Communication
"What do you even see in him?" Zexion asked dryly, picking up a long stemmed rose between his thumb and forefinger and placing it gingerly in the trash as though it might infect him with something. Vexen placidly ignored him…trying to explain something like this to Zexion was impossible. Trying to explain something like this to himself was actually proving to be equally impossible for that matter.
It wasn't often that Marluxia was given missions outside of the basic running of Castle Oblivion so when he did have to leave, he deemed it necessary to leave Vexen little mementos to make sure the blonde didn't somehow forget him in the few weeks that he'd be gone.
As if that were possible.
Vexen supposed that it might have been something bordering on sweet had it just been a few things, but after finding himself covered in rose petals four mornings in a row…apparently Marluxia had instructed a few of his plants to grow their way into his room and cover him while he slept and dammit he couldn't figure out how to stop them…and finding a veritable field of wild flowers across his workspace...he decided it was bordering less on sweet and more on psychotic.
But then…that pretty much summed up Marluxia.
"He's annoying for one thing." Zexion said; brushing some lilacs into a dust pan…why was Zexion here again? He hated cleaning, Vexen knew for a fact that Lexaeus did all of Zexion's chores as well as his own…"Presumptuous, overbearing, conceited…"
"And you aren't." Vexen mumbled.
"I heard that." Zexion said, rolling his eyes, neither of them acknowledging that Vexen didn't really care if he heard.
"And he's basically an idiot." Zexion continued. "I mean…he's a bit smarter than Axel, granted, but really, he's hardly scholarly material, how do you even communicate…"
"Say Zexion, there's some poison ivy over here, could you get it for me?" Vexen asked dryly, effectively shutting down whatever sort of quasi-helpful mood the smaller man was in.
In the silence that remained after Zexion's departure Vexen scowled at his desk, a bit affronted that Zexion would accuse him of wasting his time with someone who wasn't intellectually worth the effort. He wasn't as smart as Vexen himself of course…but all of the original members of the Organization were geniuses…even Xigbar though Vexen very rarely saw proof of that…Marluxia was smart…enough…
A few weeks later found Vexen sprawled across his bed, notebook open in front of him. He scribbled a few illegible notes down, ignoring Marluxia's footsteps as the younger man came up to the side of the bed and slid himself down onto it, draping his hair across Vexen's back and pressing his chin to Vexen's shoulder.
"Did you miss me?" He purred, running a finger down one pale cheek, twisting it around to trace the slight curve of Vexen's lips before pulling away.
"Of course." Vexen said blandly. "I could hardly force myself to go on, each second seemed like a lifetime, and I feared that I would wither away into completely nonexistence, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, my work seemed meaningless…can I stop now, or are you enjoying this?" He tilted his head to stare expressionlessly at Marluxia once he'd coaxed an amused and oddly endearing snort from him. "I actually got quite a lot done."
"Like what?" Marluxia asked, shifting to relax against him, his hands moving to massage Vexen's shoulders in a surprisingly gentle fashion…he obviously wasn't completely certain that he was going to be getting anything from Vexen tonight and after nearly a month without him, he was apparently choosing to play it safe.
"Well, I think I've finally gotten the chemical make up of the synthetic cells I've been working on right. I'm going to be able to use them to modify some of the weaker Heartless…" He paused, looking back at Marluxia who was nodding and seemingly following him.
Ha. Zexion was just being a bastard, he's plenty smart enough.
"Oh, and I've been teaching myself Mandarin." He said thoughtfully.
Marluxia stared blankly at him. "But Vexen, there's no point to that." He said, looking as though he was breaking bad news…he even had the audacity to pat Vexen's head. "You can't get a word in edgewise with mandarins, any citrus really, and they're all very clique-y anyway, you'd have been better off with olive or a fern…"
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…well…he was…he was…pretty…that counted for something right?
Honest mistake right? I mean, the man DOES talk to plants...in my mind anyway.
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