avvy: 5/10 siggy: 7/10 I be dissapointed, riss-riss =/
Larxene winced, feeling Xemnas' tight grasp on her collar as she was pulled towards the altar. Great, now they were being taken to be killed. She glanced up at Axel, glaring with all her might without actually lunging at him. How dare he call her a traitorous shrew. How dare that ginger haired, good-for-nothing piece of rubbish. They had all assumed that she had been a traitor, a deciever, but those complete idiots had no idea of what happened. Or, to be precise, what didn't happen. She did. Not. Betray. Them. Slowly, the Nymph felt her anger rising towards dangerous levels; first, lies were being concocted in her fellow members minds. Next, she was being insulted in one of the most pathetic ways possible, and to top it off, she was being man-handled. Someone was actually making physical contact, and physically removing her when she did not wish to be touched or moved in any way, shape or form whatsoever. "I flirted with Luxord once." They Nymph growled in a low tone. "..And that was only in order to get my own way. That idiot was foolish enough to fall for it." Her breathing was heavy, and getting faster. The more she held her irritation in, the more static seeped into the air like a poisonous gas. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up like pins on edge. "I do not flirt with Demyx. And as for 'the other guys', you wouldn't know what the hell I've been doing because you're too busy running around and giving us away to the vast majority of Hollow Bastion!" More snaps became present in the air surrounding Larxene, followed by the sound of a quick inhale of air in an attempt to calm herself down. It was not working, the only use that taking breaths in was slowing her shortening fuse down by a mere fraction. With a composed expression, Larxene still kept eye-contact with the fire mage. "Even if I had flirted to get my own way, pulled a few strings to my own advantage, Why the HELL would you give damn!?" With a shake of her head, still furious from the various events, her mind was racing faster than her body could ever move. It seemed like, as she was the only female, every man had to take a fucking liking to her. Every man made her look like she was flirting, and every man wanted to be in her fucking ing jeans. "What are you? fucking Jealous!?" Wish another low hiss, more static built in the air, lining it thick with humid static, snapping and crackling with the slightest move made.
"No, it's o-" Larxene stopped at her last word. A completely new presence. Oh great. This is all we need right now; a whole face full of Xemnas. The Nymph turned, looking at the superior who was in her room. She acknowledged his presence with a swift nod, and folded her arms tightly across her abdomen. "My liege." She greeted her superior accordingly. "What might be the problem?" With a false face of curiosity, she turned her blonde head to the side slightly. Her and Demyx were so dead. Demyx. Swiftly, as fast as she could manage, the Nymph grabbed Demyx by the collar and stood his frozen body up beside her. Hopefully this lecture would not last long.
Okay. So, this situation wasn't the safest to be in; unless she had complete trust in the person at hand, Larxene had the initial reaction of attacking anyone who dare touch her in any way. The Nymph had to focus to stop the electricity from pulsing through her hands and into his. As a way to distract her senses from electrocuting Demyx half to fading, Larxene listened to the words sang over the heavy bass music, and closed her eyes. It was easy enough to catch onto what the words were, and more so, what the words meant. With the reopening of her eyes, the Nymph looked at Demyx with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Was this stunt pulled on purpose?
...You rap eme at 6? Good lord, I thought it was 7. I must buy the whipped cream hide.
I was wondering. Why are we having this conversation here... When we have each other on msn? :v
lmao xD HEY GUESS WAT!
Laugh . :v
I have just made an astounding discovery. Little girls dislike my monicle and my tea. Hmm. Quite. *sips*
OSHI- hiiiiii : D
^ this, but with slight aggression.
I smell slowpoke :lolface:
Mature, mature people. *sips tea*
33: Jump onto the counter and scream at the cashier: "HAVE YOU GOT THE POTNOODLE HORN!?" Been there, done that, got the restraining order.
xD you should stop making me rage.
Cheating traitor? Are you forgetting the personality of Larxene, or what?
Larxene tensed for a moment, still looking up at Demyx as he embraced her. He had a very... clean essence around him, like water, but...more definable. She relaxed as soon as he let go, inhaling deeply to catch the last bit of his scent that lingered in the air around her in a few seconds of delay of his swift body movement. It was odd to feel that sort of thing, and not have it accompanied by the musky smell that Reno held on his clothes and skin. “I won’t bite.†She smirked slightly, Demyx’s intimidated expression causing the Nymph to giggle slightly; Demyx could be entertaining sometimes, which could count as a plus factor as to how the two would get along in certain situations. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a small sigh of relief was released as a reaction to Demyx’s answer. He seemed so obliged to look after Larxene when they were in other worlds... She was unsure what aspect of this situation frightened her more; knowing she would be alone with Demyx, or knowing that she had to keep her promise. “I’m...glad that you are okay with that. Although my loyalties to the organisation could be questioned, you know that you can somehow trust me, right?†Again, she looked into Demyx’s eyes; there, she could tell of his certainty, and whether he was going to trust the Nymph when placed in his situation. No, not his situation.. Their situation.
Looking straight into the eyes of the Nocturne, Larxene raised one eyebrow in a tentative manner. Yes, Demyx had drawn her immediate attention by using the word munny, but could she really travel? Leave Reno? I don’t want to leave Reno alone again, it would be wrong... But think of the munny I could make along the way. I would be literally swimming in the stuff. I could but a ton of clothes... Clothes! I could wear my own clothes! I haven’t been out of this damn uniform since we were at destiny islands, and I had my swimsuit on. It would really be nice to escape from this world, as the whole facade of day-in-day-out work is getting rather monotonous, and that could be classed as an understatement. Her azure eyes were still connected with his as she thought through everything, identifying Demyx’s black glove pointed out towards her. She couldn’t possibly take it; there was hardly any trust between the two, and obviously the superior would not be content in this idea. On the other hand, what would the superior say about her being with Reno? He would most certainly kill her on the spot, and that was one of the key features of why it wouldn’t work between them. The cogs fit between the nobody and the Turk, but there was an internal problem beyond fixation. But the munny. Slowly, she extended her arm and hand, slightly uneasy of what she was about to do. Before making full contact with the nobody, the Nymph pulled her hand back an inch in hesitation. “Only on one condition...†Larxene warned, letting her hand hover in the air. “I’ll keep my promise that I made, if you...†Her eyes shifted downwards as she licked her lips in another wave of hesitation. “...Look after me, okay? I don’t know why I am asking this, but I just feel like I need some form of reassurance that you aren’t going to go all pissy on me and just go again..†I’m such an idiot.
hah same here, actually
eh. okay. how has your day been?
