she swallowed the spider to catch the fly. i don't know why she swallowed the fly. perhaps she'll die.
If Larxene was ever a teenager, she presumes she'd be something like Naminé; small and afraid on the inside, but with such immense power that she didn't even really understand it herself, that would grow to make her cocky and a little bit egotistical.
She wonders that if she were a teenager, would Marluxia still be pounding into her like this? She lets out a breathy moan, yet again, feeling violated as Marluxia sinks his teeth into her white neck. She feels like screaming out in pain, but knows that he will only take that as an invitation to harm her more. And idly, she thinks that if she were more like Naminé, Marluxia would be much rougher.
"Tell me a lie…" she mumbles into the pillow, trying to slow her heart rate. Marluxia's already sitting up, attempting to find his clothes in the dark.
"That was the best sex I've ever had."
She can practically hear the grin in his voice.
She can hit Naminé all she wants. Marluxia never stops her. She leaves the poor girl bruised on the floor, weeping most of the time. Sometimes Larxene feels remorse for her. She's barely into her teens, and her life is already ending. She has no friends. She has no future.
And then Larxene remembers that she is exactly the same.
Larxene doesn't feel so sorry for her anymore.
"Tell me I'm beautiful," she mumbles, before taking him between her bruised lips. He closes his eyes and draws his breath in between clenched teeth. His hands are in Larxene's hair, forcing her to take him deeper. Her hair reminds him of Naminé, but she thinks that's the only thing that does. Marluxia isn't a very perceptive person. And Naminé's hair is so lovely.
"You're beautiful," he whispers.
Larxene realizes he's not talking to her.
Axel never touches Naminé.
It's almost like he fears something.
"Tell me you need me," she hisses, as he violently slams her against the wall, before raining gentle kisses down her exposed throat.
Marluxia was always two-faced.
"I need you."
Naminé is always drawing. Sometimes, when Larxene is feeling particularly used, she breaks Naminé's pencils, or rips the paper in her art-book.
And the Keybearer loses more memories.
"Tell me I'm special," she murmurs, her eyes seeing only the white floor.
Larxene suddenly feels an arm embrace her, and fingers slide under her chin, lifting her up to his level.
His lips meet hers.
Axel seems a little bit more narcissistic around Larxene.
Every time she looks his way, he's grinning at her.
She doesn't know why.
Marluxia treats her better anyway.
He cuts her off, bringing his thumb to slowly caress her lower lip. She draws the digit into her warm mouth, letting her eyes flutter shut.
"Tell you what, ah?" he says, almost teasingly, pulling his finger out slowly.
"That you love me."
He enters her slowly, filling her body at an agonizingly slow pace. He doesn't say anything for a few moments. She doesn't expect him to say anything, though.
"I love you."
She gasps softly.
"Where are you going?"
"To find something."
Naminé is scared.
Marluxia never touched her that way before.
And Larxene isn't blind to the bite marks on Naminé's neck.
She only enters his room to talk. He's prepared for everything but talk.
"I love you," he says.
He smiles. So, she's finally caught on.
He advances, and she remains tranquil.
He leans forward, and she can feel his springtime breath on her face.
"It's so much harder to get Axel to play bottom."
Larxene died the next day.
she swallowed the spider to catch the fly. i don't know why she swallowed the fly.
"Tell me a lie…"
and then she died.