7lies - I'm not afraid [ZexionLarxene]
Title: poison ivy
Author:
reizna
Challenge:
7_lies
Claim: Organization XIII (Kingdom Hearts)
Prompt: “I’m not afraid.”
Characters: Zexion/Larxene
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Tetsuya Nomura owns the character designs of these three while Alice Cooper holds legal rights to the lyrics I placed in here.
Word Count: 212
Summary: He never gets his hands sullied ever, but this time, he knows. --- Your web, I’m caught.
A smear of poison trickles from her lower lip. Hunger --- he sees what she is feigning. No, it is not hunger. He looks closer. It is lust. He says nothing as she circles him like a hawk that found its prey.
He imagines Larxene is laughing at him. His expression shows no change, but he knows what she is doing.
Torture.
Slow torture.
“Well, you’re acting so cool, just like always, Zexy.” She remarks. Larxene is being playful with her food, just like always.
He twitches as he gives his reply, “Twelve, don’t call me that.”
It’s getting hard to remain quiet.
“Oh, are you scared?” She whispered hoarsely. It sounds like she’s asking about something else.
Never.
Your mouth, so hot.
Your web, I’m caught.
He never has to get his hands sullied ever, but this time, he knows. It’s getting hard now.
“I’m not afraid.” He mutters back.
Liar, he tells himself when he moves toward her. She is smirking at him. He wants to sneer, but he can’t. It’s too hard. He can’t control it now. His lips crash down to meet hers. Zexion did not know his fate as he felt her weight over him.
If he were with a heart, he would have feared that moment.
Author:
reizna
Challenge:
7_lies
Claim: Organization XIII (Kingdom Hearts)
Prompt: “I’m not afraid.”
Characters: Zexion/Larxene
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Tetsuya Nomura owns the character designs of these three while Alice Cooper holds legal rights to the lyrics I placed in here.
Word Count: 212
Summary: He never gets his hands sullied ever, but this time, he knows. --- Your web, I’m caught.
A smear of poison trickles from her lower lip. Hunger --- he sees what she is feigning. No, it is not hunger. He looks closer. It is lust. He says nothing as she circles him like a hawk that found its prey.
He imagines Larxene is laughing at him. His expression shows no change, but he knows what she is doing.
Torture.
Slow torture.
“Well, you’re acting so cool, just like always, Zexy.” She remarks. Larxene is being playful with her food, just like always.
He twitches as he gives his reply, “Twelve, don’t call me that.”
It’s getting hard to remain quiet.
“Oh, are you scared?” She whispered hoarsely. It sounds like she’s asking about something else.
Never.
Your mouth, so hot.
Your web, I’m caught.
He never has to get his hands sullied ever, but this time, he knows. It’s getting hard now.
“I’m not afraid.” He mutters back.
Liar, he tells himself when he moves toward her. She is smirking at him. He wants to sneer, but he can’t. It’s too hard. He can’t control it now. His lips crash down to meet hers. Zexion did not know his fate as he felt her weight over him.
If he were with a heart, he would have feared that moment.