Traitorous Reaper

          And from behind Marluxia, steps out Larxene wearing an all too familiar and nigh sadistic grin. With one hand resting on her hip, the other throws him a quick and curt wave. ❝ Well well… someone’s been a busy boy. ❞ Her gaze shifts from Ienzo and over to the computer, already taking a few steps toward it. ❝ Busy busy. Study study. You haven’t changed much at all have you? Although… ❞ She looks back over to him, sizing him up with a quick glance. ❝ As Zexion you at least had a bit of a spine. I guess a heart really does make one soft. ❞

Now back to why she and Marluxia are here. ❝ So! Why don’t you be a good boy and share what you’ve learned so far? Sharing IS caring after all, right? You and your keyblade crowd are all about that after all. ❞

~❁`~     Larxene did have a captivating appeal when it came to those she didn’t like.  Moments before, she wanted him to do the talking and here she was getting to the point of the matter in her own way.  Larxene did well to point out that as Zexion, Ienzo would have stood more of a chance combating their encounter.  The three of them knew that.

     Ienzo’s attention uncomfortably shifted from Larxene inspecting his computer to the other Nobody who never moved since arrival.  Even through the layer of fear, a scientist’s curiosity could not be hindered.  “Of all people, what do you two want with heart research?”

     Marluxia laughed dryly as if the reason wasn’t extremely important for an outsider to know- which it wasn’t.  “You could say we’ve discovered a newfound interest.  And who better to indulge our curiosity than Ansem the Wise’s own shining pupil?”  Or at least the Vexen’s more reliable alternative where the elder scientist was still bitter from Castle Oblivion.

It’d be nice to have a Naminé.  There are some little sister vibes from her, assuming this after KH3 or an AU when Marlu actually has some memories.  I feel like he would try to be protective over her, almost like a helicopter brother where he failed with Strelitzia.

Oo. Or where Naminé altered Sora’s memories of Kairi, she does it to Marlu for Strelitzia.  He would be pissed once he found out.  OR she does this in a way to make him be nice to her.  Hah.  He would be irate then.  Larxene as well to find out the little witch was playing with his memories.

THE SHADOWS PROVED TO BE a very uninviting place. normally she would not mind it, but something made her feel uneasy and then there he was, she could see hints of pink but nothing else. there was a feeling in the pit of her stomach. she told leon, yuffie, and cid that she should return fairly soon. 

soon may not come soon enough. 

“ who are you ? ” she’d question the stranger, abruptly her shifting back and forth. a common thing she did when she was nervous. 

@gracereign​

~❁`~     “Separating yourself from those friends of yours.  Not very wise of you.  I would almost believe it intentional.”  Just as the maiden seemed to have indirectly desired, he gave up this dodging game and stepped out from a dark portal.  From what he had seen, there was extremely little threat this Aerith could pose that it was amusing to see her scared with that knowledge as well.   “My name is Marluxia, and I know you well enough you need not introduce yourself in return.”

“ Been told the guy runnin’ this place’s a real smooth talker, “ he informs his companion over his shoulder, a flame flickering steadily in his palm. A strange, almost sentient fog covers most of the cavern they’re standing in, rippling and swirling like it were water. The air smells dead, feels heavy, no sound but the whispering flow of air being sucked into the passage he sees ahead. If either of them were actually been … well, alive, for lack of a better term, Axel’s pretty sure neither of them would make it far without succumbing to the oppressive and weighted atmosphere. As it is, the stone in his pocket only serves to unlock his magic in this place and nothing more. “ Makes ya wonder where he gets it from, havin’ no one but the dead for company.  Alright there? “ / @gracereign​

~❁`~     He was barely listening to Axel.  This place offended his senses and it lacked any aesthetic appealing to his tastes.  Marluxia waved off the visible fumes that reeked of whatever was boiling down there, but each living rose concealed in his coat was decaying, and the simple gesture broke crisp flakes from their petals.  He brushed what he could onto the ground to further avoid irritating his skin.  Really, even in this world Olympus would have suited him more than this place.

The term ‘friends’ is an empty word.  He may use it when referring to someone else (Sora to Donald or Goofy), though if used with someone closer to him, like Larxene, he would use comrade, partner, or companion.

He smells like roses due to his desire for flower aesthetic and the amount of them he crushes on a regular basis.

Maruluxia will sometimes finish his missions early enough to find a flower field to relax in before he RTCs.  He has been late to return after falling asleep, but no one is concerned about it.

No one is allowed to use his shampoo or conditioner.

Her jaw is tight as she’s managed to stand up fully while he went on his speech. Her eyes were now hidden behind her bangs as she worked to gather herself, letting out one final deep breath before bothering to look at him.

The once icy blue gaze was no cold, and now painted amber. 

“You’re not going to kill me.” She moves her hand to the side summoning one of her three Chakrams and slinging it at Marluxia using the motion to sprint off in the hopes of avoiding the kick he was preparing for. 

~❁`~     Oh.  That was new, and it took only one well placed hit to do it.  Did he scare her that bad?  He hoped so.  If she ceased all the threats upon first glance during days he merely strolled through the castle, then this confrontation would be labeled a success in that regard.  The speedy retreat back caused petals to fall where he once stood, before, like him, they disappeared to safety.  

     Chakrams.  Similar to Number VIII’s weaponry.  It gave Marluxia insight as to how she would retaliate, and perhaps an idea as to who could show her how to properly wield such for another time.

~❁`~     Comical that he would feign anger in regards to that girl.  It did nothing to shake Marluxia’s comfortable spot.