Slowly, the Nymph faded into a prolonged sleep. Tomorrow would be a completely new start. No more distractions, no more melodramatic scenarios, and certainly no more nicey-nicey attitude will occur. Screw all that, she just wanted her heart and wanted out. Once in her sleeping state, Larxene drifted into a different world. Totally new, and away from the happenings of the castle, where things were done and not questioned, where people would do and not have to be told, where people would suffer for her and not be frowned upon when doing so. Heck, she was certainly dreaming all right. -*- The world was dark around her, with a smoky scent surrounding where Larxene stood. The nymph did not know where she was; only that it did not seem quite right. “Hello?” She called, raising an eyebrow in speculation. “...Am I being punk’d or something? Because this isn’t funny at all.” With a sigh, she rolled her turquoise eyes and decided to walk forward a few paces. Her footsteps were light to the cold floor below her, and the ambience was so solemn and quiet, that even her breaths could be heard echoing around her, bouncing off of every object and structure and back into her own two ears. “Okay, I’m getting pissed off now.” She growled, looking from left to right repeatedly. Her kunai appeared between her fingers, and static filled the air. “Take me back to the castle-” Bang. -*- On the floor, just a meter or so away from her bed, lay Larxene. Her body was sprawled across the floor in a sleepy state; obviously, it had torn itself from its bed in a vast attempt of snapping out of the subconscious nightmare that it had experienced for a few moments. “Urgh...” The nymph groaned, clutching her left ribs and looking about. “...How the hell did I land up here...?” She shook her head, and rose from the floor in a majestic manner, being careful not to over-extend her torso. She should really have a potion or something, but hell, she could not be bothered to do any of that jazz right now. Instead, she sat on the end of her bed, looking at the floor where she had previously fallen to. The silence of the room was deafening, along with the darkness and lack of life energising what once was an animated room with the music and such. “I suppose everything is lifeless now. How charming.”
^ this :3 Although it's only a competition >> I'm gonna carry on rping nonetheless.
"In all honesty, Gexlion, I have no idea what to think right now. Everything is as fucked up as the next thing, and it's making my head hurt." Larxene sighed, opening up another portal to her own room. She glanced back at the masochist, swallowing before she spoke again. "...Thanks, Gex." She concluded their short meeting with a small nod, and grabbed a potion before leaving the masochist completely. "I'll be in my room if you need me." Arriving in her room, The Nymph looked at the sheets of her bed; they were creased from where her and the Nocturne once sat and recited the lyrics of her dearest work. It was where he had grabbed her and hugged her, loving the small amount of faith that she had put into him. Faith. Was that what it was? Faith? Hell. If that's what he wanted, then he should go to a church or something. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto her bed and closed her eyes. Gotta sleep. Just gotta sleep.
"...To know why the hell you just did that." Larxene demanded, shaking her head as she rubbed her temples. "...So answer me Gexlion, why did you save me like that?" She watched his fumbling about with various potions, and shook her head again. She was tired now, so tired. But she couldn't let anyone know; that wasn't Larxene at all. She was the type to keep it to herself, despite how much her head pounded like a frightened heartbeat, despite how much her eyes screamed from the stinging, and her joints ached with any slight movement made. She needed to stop running around after people now. It was taking it's toll on her health.
I voted *TwilightNight* If anyone else wins, you just know that it's cause they go their friends to vote.
Larxene snarled slightly, grabbing the finger that Roxas had stuck up in her face, and bent it backwards until a few minor cracks could be felt shuddering through the joint. By the fractured finger, the Nymph yanked Roxas closer and gripped him tightly by the throat. “I could make you fade right here, right now, and that happening would not take up an ounce of my rarely used conscience.†She hissed. “And no, I’m not going to harm your little pregnant girlfriend. I could do a lot worse, but I am not going to, as the little thing growing in her stomach, or whatever, repulses me. I am not going to delve myself into deeper shit than I have already by interacting with what might be suicide in a nobody form.†Taking a moment to inhale and exhale, being careful not to over expand her diaphragm and cause any additional pain to her fractured ribs. She loosened her grip on his neck, and lowered her voice to a muttering tone. “Now... go. I suggest both of you do. I don’t want Xemnas to destroy you both.†After a quick moment of silence to let what she said sink in, Larxene let go and dashed a few meters back. She glanced towards Axel, blinking several times before speaking. “...I’ll be one moment.†Quickly she opened a portal, vanishing from sight completely. Appearing in the medical bay, Larxene glared straight forward at Gexlion and the state he was in, awaiting for him to catch his breath so that he could speak.
