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Vexen likes his personal space (and Marluxia likes it too) - part 2

October requests pt 1: Marvex and day 14 (princess and knight)

It's 4/11 so I get to draw some very messy marvex ♥️ (technically even and lauriam)

Vexen checking Marluxia's back because he asked him if he could after returning from a mission and getting hit by some kinda big heartless, but there are multiple scars all over his skin and some are definitely old & not caused by any heartless, and so he reluctantly goes like ”...What...*who* has harmed you in the past...?” , to which Marluxia would reply with a bitter smile as he goes like ”...That's the funny thing about my scars. They're supposed to remind me of what has happened–of what has caused them, of whom I should be weary of, and yet-...and yet I cannot recall a single thing.”

Then a loong moment of silence passes until eventually Vexen clears his throat awkwardly and goes like ”...Either you were very reckless, or, you were fighting in order to protect something...or someone...” , and Marluxia would just laugh at that sorta lowly before going like ”To protect someone? Me? Since when do you think so highly of me?”

(Mind you, this would take place at a moment where their relationship is neither fully bloomed nor at the first stages, it's more of, like, a middle ground, a tasting the waters kinda phase? Like, they like each other, duh, but they're also both too stubborn 'nd stuff and so it's slow and it takes time, and yet, I feel like it was Vexen who has somewhat warmed up to him first/faster, in a sense.)

Vexen never exactly replied to his question, by the way. He just carefully treated his fresh wound and silently realized he was falling hard for Marluxia while he just lets him touch his back like that– but there's no 'spicy' kinda thought predominant in the air at that point. It's more of, like...a somber longing lingering between the both of them as they are so close and yet so far away right then and there, and, like, yes, they're touching, but the gloved and the cloth used for cleaning up the wound–they're all in the way, and damn it all, they both think to themselves, because right then and there more than ever they were definitely both longing for each other's naked touch, just to be closer to each other. Just to close whatever gap there still was between each other. Just so that they could share warmth and nestle in each other's presence, that kinda aching, somber, silent longing of like–"I want to be there for you" and "I want to let you in and be there for me" but the fear gets in the way–a sense loneliness gets in the way, and even tho being in each other's presence right then and there hurts on an emotional level because of all these reasons, at the same time, they wouldn't want to be anywhere else–nor with anyone else, for that matter. Because Marluxia? He'd only ever let Vexen see his scars and he'd only let him inquire questions about the matter. And because Vexen? He wants to be the one who's there for Marluxia and he wants to be his comforting shelter of sorts within a place–and a situation–that just feels so overwhelming, and being with each other seems to make it worse, but trust me– it's all they need. For without each other, by that point, they may have both ended up falling apart if left on their own. But they have each other. They have each other and they're falling in love, and it hurts, but not unbearably.

From Daring Mystery Comics #3, April 1940. Hal Sharp inks.

Marvex time‼️🗣