LIGHTNING.

It's almost cute. Axel's never been one to pay her much attention -- not that sort of attention at least, not positively -- and the nymph, for all her pride, can't help but PREEN. She watches, mildly impressed by the display. Until now, she's never had proper a basis for comparison where so far as her abilities are concerned. Save for Xaldin, perhaps, but that blustery old WINDBAG was only ever fun in bed.

"   You always did like to show off,   " she hums, leaning back against the sectional, propping her feet up in his lap as though he'd INVITED her. He may as well have. "   But this is different.   "

While she won't flat out express her CURIOSITY for his sudden interest in her, she will allude to her notice of his notice. It's a nice change, she'll admit, and far more fun in practice to entertain his attempts at flirting than his indifference. She doesn't NEED the approval of any man, but sometimes she can't help but enjoy watching them make FOOLS of themselves when the promise of sex is on the table. Axel, however, doesn't strike her as a fool -- not in that sense. He's smart, too smart, but that's what makes this all the more interesting.

"   Something on your mind, Red ?   "

Interesting. It's enough to warrant the raise of a slender brow in Axel's direction, electrified neon hues considering the other. Marluxia doesn't trust their new co-conspirator and, frankly, Larxene isn't sure she does either. It's a shame, really -- he's PRETTY, but his reputation as the Organization's trashman proceeds him. No dick is worth getting dusked over...or getting a chakram in the back. Still, if she could find a way to keep Axel on their side, why not use this sudden INTEREST to her and Marluxia's advantage ?

In the meantime, Axel would feel the ends of his hair stand on end as a wave of static PERVADED the atmosphere, a smirk tugging at her lips. If he wanted her attention that badly, he was going to have to try HARDER, and she was going to have to have a little chat with Marluxia.

@rosereapr

The look of utter HORROR on her face says it all. Was this his idea of a joke!? It had better be if he ever wanted to touch her again! Even if she was capable of having children, there would be no way whatsoever that she was going to DEBILITATE herself for nine months because he had finally lost all sense. 

It takes several long moments before Larxene determines that Marluxia isn’t that stupid and that this was, in fact, a joke – a BAD one at that. She’s not terribly amused by it, but for the sake of shaking things up a bit, she fires off a text in reply:

     [txt]: sure. when and where? ;)

Obviously, the day she’d ever want a child will be a cold day in hell, but if she could elicit even the smallest inclination of panic from her beau then it would surely be WORTH it. She only wished that she could see that pretty face get all choked up on her account. He wasn’t immune to her, and her opinion tended to matter more in the grand scheme of things. That alone would make her next message all the more scathing to his .  .  . delicate ego. 

@rosereapr

Whether or not her appreciation is a farce of feeling – the memory of a girl who became a STORM – her sadistic nature and lack of a heart hasn’t impaired her ability to recognize beauty, it’s there all the same. Larxene has never been one for overtures; she finds it laughable that hearts are so easily swayed by the material, but as with most things, Marluxia is an EXCEPTION.

She’ll never understand the PAINSTAKING amount of effort he puts into his gardening, or how someone without a heart can be so passionate about something, the very nature of which it is to be fragile and fleeting. He knows she is NEITHER of those things. She takes the rose, a smile sharp enough to cut glass playing on her lips.