[IMG] rawr. >:3
[IMG] orly?
....unsure, probably kiss?
[IMG] YAH:yelling:
well.. There is an easy resolve to this situation; Just admit that I would have inevitabley won, and I shall claim victory.
:lolface: Rock Paper Scissors, you say? Mye dear, you do realise I get competitive? :/gasp:
I know! Could have at least chose me >> << >>
Shuffling slightly, a small tear drew larxene's eyes towards her inside pockets. She looked down, realizing that she had completely forgotten about the letter that had been handed to her by the nobody sat to her right. She took it out, analysing the folded piece of paper, before opening it and reading the writing scrawled across the page in a messy writing. Silence stuck the female nobody the more she read the letter in her hands; the words contained on the page were all in reference to her, and what made the situation what it was now. When she had finally read her way through the letter, her eyes hung on the last sentence, reading it more times than enough. It was strange how eight words could make a situation turn the opposite way. Scratch that; Everything about this was strange. Strange, in a sense that she had hardly any emotional control at all. Hell, they didn't even feel emotions,a nd yet the phantom reminence of them were still as strong as the originals. "Someone who will always be there for you." She muttered the last line lowly, swallowing back to clear her throat properly, before looking at the small signiture at the bottom, signed by Demyx himself. She neatly folded the paper back up, and slid it back down and into her pocket. Silence struck her again as she thought more into the words contained in the letter. Painful, yet blissful silence.
The Nymph put her hands to the wall just near where the previosuly used portal had closed, a crackling sound emitted from her palms as a forcefield was applied to the surrounding areas of her room. Now, thankgoodness, privacy was actually available. She turned, and walked over to her bed, kicking her boots off along the way. Once sat down, she turned and looked at Demyx, analysing his expression with slight curiosity. "You seem a little more relaxed, now." She mumbled, looking at the stone floor below her dangling feet. She still thought through the words that the Nocturne had spoken back in Hollow Bastion. Something moved in her stomach, like a twist. The twsit curled up her body, and eventually hit her face, causing the small blonde to smile slightly. This shouldn't be happening.
hey! don't be down, hunny, you'll get used to this place after a bit. Read the rules, socialize and have fun!
nothing really, yourself?
Slowly, Larxene’s eyes closed. And what did we have here? Some eavesdroppers? Oh, how lovely. How bloody lovely, just perfect timing. Everything was always spoiled. Always. That was always an inevitable consequence of her life, this world, and this damn situation. The nymph opened her eyes again, looking back up at Demyx with a great deal of disappointment. “I think we might have to take this conversation elsewhere.” She stated, with the slight shake of her head. She stepped back, extending her arm and fingers outwards opposite Demyx. Slowly, a portal began to open, leading directly back to Larxene’s room. There, she would be able to force privacy upon the two so talking could actually commence without a friggin audience for once. “Come on...” she ordered lowly, entering the corridor of darkness, awaiting the nocturne to join her on the other side.
xD I get told I'm smart.. I'm not boring!
Thankyou very much :3 And hey, being stupid is a good thing at times.
hey hey :3 okay, lil ill, but ok. you?
(OOC: they are discussing on how to help Xigbar and such. Demyx and larxene are on the balcony, and the others are elsewhere in the castle) Larxene looked at Demyx, then looked back out over the balcony. "We've messed up here, Demyx." She sighed, shaking her head. "like... Not just the organisation. Us." She looked back down at her feet, and shook her head once more.
HEY. HEY HEY HEY. Willy Wonka was amazing D: I found it more attention-sustaining than the original.
All the way through, the Nymph stayed tuned to what Demyx had to say. No rebirth..? No heart to have at the end of this, and of all the members to help stand for her, it was Demyx? How... irritatingly ironic. It was something she had attempted to hide whenever she had seen Demyx, as it made her feel vulnerable in a sense of not acting like she was expected to. That, in truth, was what had drawn her to Reno in the first place; he did not expect her to be anyone but herself when around him. On the other hand, when near organisation members, her ruthless side was brought out. It was like a natural reaction to be edgy and fierce towards anyone in a black cloak, or in the presence of one. In theory, it is completely idiotic, but when experienced, makes sense in a whole different way. She looked up, her azure eyes searching for his. Sadly, the Melodious Nocturne had his head bowed towards the floor, everything about his body language spelling out that he was frightened. This is precisely what she was expecting from him: to be frightened. On the usual occasion, Larxene would have a surge run down her spine at the thought of someone giving their life for her, even if it were pointless; she would still be causing bodily and emotional harm. Soon, after a moment of slight hesitation, Larxene was on her feet. She looked up at Demyx, and lifted her finger under his chin to lift his head up, just so that she could make eye contact with him. “You would die for me...?” She asked, raising one speculative eyebrow. “You really would?” Her kunai had disappeared, as her hand still remained just under his chin on the curve of where his face ended and his neck curved down. Yes, it was a stretch, but the need was there to sustain that position. She awaited his reply, her eyes squinting slightly as she wondered what his answer would be. Hopefully, this wouldn’t end badly. Hopefully.
^ the post above was possibly the most annoying I have witnessed since I have joined here.
Well, this guy could talk alright. He could seriously blabber over obliviously trivial rubbish. Soon, Larxene grew bored and began to pick at the tips of her gloves, beginning to slowly mute out whatever Demyx was talking about. Blonde girl....blah, blah, blah....looked like Larxene... blah, blah, blah....She was prettier, obviously....blah, blah, blah.... Finally, the nocturne had finished talking, ending his lecture with the typical ‘and explains why the town is flooded.’ How drab. She expected at least some blubbering, not just the stating-the-obvious comments regarding her beauty and deadliness; she knew all of those were true, at least. With the closing of her eyes, the Nymph sighed loudly and put her kunai back in between her claw-like fingers in preparation to tear the water mage apart completely. First she would start with the cutting of his body, then move to his arms, legs, then throw him from the building-top completely. Perfect plan, in Larxene's eyes. “Are you done, now?†She asked, reopening her eyes to look straight at Demyx. She had never lost that aggressive edge through his inane speech, and didn’t plan to. “Or do you have any dying wishes to profess?â€
