this warped fairytale [kh - Larxene/Axel/Marluxia]
Title: This Warped Fairytale
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: some strange mix of Larxene/Axel/Marluxia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1200
Summary: Larxene enjoys her games.
Notes: Happy Birthday, tunasaladsonnet! <3 This is (or started as) me playing with Disney stereotypes, because in my head, Larxene (or her Other, rather) is the Disney Princess who realizes that she's living in a gender normative world and isn't happy about it. At all.
"Sometimes I wonder if the only thing you're good for really is posturing."
The words spoken, Larxene sighs and leans back against the couch, crossing her feet on top of the table. This is going to be good. Her fingers are tapping rhythmically against her lips, a silent countdown to the explosion she's expecting. Three. Two. One...
"I would suggest that you choose your words carefully." Marluxia's voice is colder than the icicles that once glistened outside of her bedroom window back home, before the Darkness came. Brittle, and every bit as breakable.
The only thing Larxene does carefully is keep the smile from her face. Marluxia may style himself lord of this castle, but he's still ridiculously easy to set off. As tetchy as a king's firstborn, this one, and every bit as entertaining. Larxene stands up and saunters towards him, each step deliberate. "Oh, but you know I mean no harm," she purrs, stretching her hand out as if she expects him to kiss it.
From the other side of the room, Axel barks a laugh, but both pretend to ignore it. "Hmm," Marluxia breathes, staring at her proffered hand. If he were any other man, that look would be suspicious, but Marluxia is nothing if not confident.
That's what she loves most about him. (Or would, were she capable of it.)
Giggling, Larxene spins around and prances back the way she came. She wonders who Marluxia's Other had been - some Prince Charming or heroic knight, no doubt. Some boy with his heart so full of chivalry and his head so empty of sense that he never quite noticed he was dead. Larxene remembers having once hated the type, but now she'll latch on to any emotion at all, and if only the unpleasant ones remain... well, her Other had forgotten how to genuinely smile long before the Heartless saw to it that she never would again.
"Still... it is an ambitious undertaking," she points out, flinging herself onto the couch. She's addressing Marluxia but her eyes are trained on Axel - on that all too tempting smile that's creeping across his face as he listens to the banter. "Taking out the Superior. Are you sure you're up to it?" she asks with another exaggerated sigh. "I'd hate to see anything happen to you."
Marluxia bristles. He's too disciplined to do anything so ungracious as attack, but she can see those pretty lips tighten, and oh, is he going to be fun tonight. All that righteous anger that their Elders claim they cannot feel, just waiting to be unwrapped. Larxene smothers a moan and begins to daintily examine her fingernails. "Your caution is to be commended, Marluxia," she says brightly. "Most men are blind to their own limitations."
She glances at Axel, who's watching them as indifferently as if this is the middle act in a play he's watched far too many times. Larxene doesn't particularly care for that - there are many things about Axel that she doesn't like, but this disinterest is by far the worst. Oh, she knows that he enjoys their games as much as any Nobody is capable of doing. And when their intrigue takes a turn for the physical, he's as eager as any of them. Fire and lightning may not be the best mix - not that either melds well with just about anything else - but the things he can do with that body, wicker thin and flexible as any flame...
Larxene belatedly realizes that she's leering. Leaning forward, she smiles at him. "What do you think, Number VIII?" she asks, holding out eight fingers - five on one hand, three on the other - for no apparent reason. She examines them and grins.
"Think?" Axel laughs. The sound is derisive and cuts like a knife. "I'm here to take orders, didn't you know?"
Marluxia narrows his eyes but doesn't deign to speak. Larxene smiles brightly. "So many masters, so little time," she singsongs, clapping her hands together. "I wonder which one is yours."
That secretive little smile that answers everything and nothing crawls back onto his lips. "You know I'm more than willing to prove my loyalty," he shrugs. "Just name the task."
Larxene snickers at the thought - fiery, unfathomable Axel playing the part of the questing knight, the eager prince determined to prove himself. "Oh, but that's boring," Larxene complains, because while that's what's amusing about Marluxia - show me just how wonderful you are, she demands, and he decides to tear down the Organization for her - in Axel it's simply disappointing.
He's no hero.
He's a magician, weaving straw into gold. He's the Grand Vizier and the lowly street rat, blended together until one can no longer be told from the other. He's the gypsy in a fairy tale who'll lure you away with a smile and a word, who'll offer you a paradise that doesn't exist. A broken shadow of a man, if nothing else, who hides behind a cloak of mystery because he hasn't got any of his own. He's the final echo of a story that may never have even been told, and all Larxene can know for certain is that he's nothing so simple as a questing knight. Nothing so predictable. He's a thousand question marks- a snake charmer, this one, and you can never tell when he'll finally unleash that serpent upon you.
"I don't doubt you would," she laughs, dancing a shock of electricity from finger to finger, "but the trouble is... all things considered, there's no task large enough." She yawns delicately and smiles at Marluxia, who, in typical fashion, seems about ready to take Axel at his word.
Axel shrugs as if to say that he doesn't really care one way or the other. Larxene doubts that this is the truth, but she realizes that she'll never know for certain. And maybe she likes that about him, and maybe she doesn't, but what's undeath without a bit of mystery?
"When this is over," she tells him, rubbing her hands together, "maybe I'll tear you apart layer by layer to find out what really lies beneath. That should be fun." For her, at least, and Larxene isn't too certain that Axel wouldn't enjoy it as well.
Axel's eyebrows climb up his forehead. "When this is over," he mutters, "we'll all be dead."
Larxene can't tell if it's prophecy or threat, but the words hang heavily in the air, and she has to fight the impulse to attack, to tear into him with kunai or thunderbolt. Marluxia is watching them both carefully, and if this erupted into violence, she isn't sure whose side he would take. He might like to play the part of the mighty nobleman, but Larxene is no damsel in distress, and none of them are delusional enough to think otherwise.
"If that's the way you're going to be," she pouts, bouncing to her feet. Her fingers brush lightly against the front of Axel's coat as she sweeps past him and out of the room, throwing a final look behind her on her way out.
She grins at both of them.
There've been enough word games for today anyway.
finis
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: some strange mix of Larxene/Axel/Marluxia
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1200
Summary: Larxene enjoys her games.
Notes: Happy Birthday, tunasaladsonnet! <3 This is (or started as) me playing with Disney stereotypes, because in my head, Larxene (or her Other, rather) is the Disney Princess who realizes that she's living in a gender normative world and isn't happy about it. At all.
"Sometimes I wonder if the only thing you're good for really is posturing."
The words spoken, Larxene sighs and leans back against the couch, crossing her feet on top of the table. This is going to be good. Her fingers are tapping rhythmically against her lips, a silent countdown to the explosion she's expecting. Three. Two. One...
"I would suggest that you choose your words carefully." Marluxia's voice is colder than the icicles that once glistened outside of her bedroom window back home, before the Darkness came. Brittle, and every bit as breakable.
The only thing Larxene does carefully is keep the smile from her face. Marluxia may style himself lord of this castle, but he's still ridiculously easy to set off. As tetchy as a king's firstborn, this one, and every bit as entertaining. Larxene stands up and saunters towards him, each step deliberate. "Oh, but you know I mean no harm," she purrs, stretching her hand out as if she expects him to kiss it.
From the other side of the room, Axel barks a laugh, but both pretend to ignore it. "Hmm," Marluxia breathes, staring at her proffered hand. If he were any other man, that look would be suspicious, but Marluxia is nothing if not confident.
That's what she loves most about him. (Or would, were she capable of it.)
Giggling, Larxene spins around and prances back the way she came. She wonders who Marluxia's Other had been - some Prince Charming or heroic knight, no doubt. Some boy with his heart so full of chivalry and his head so empty of sense that he never quite noticed he was dead. Larxene remembers having once hated the type, but now she'll latch on to any emotion at all, and if only the unpleasant ones remain... well, her Other had forgotten how to genuinely smile long before the Heartless saw to it that she never would again.
"Still... it is an ambitious undertaking," she points out, flinging herself onto the couch. She's addressing Marluxia but her eyes are trained on Axel - on that all too tempting smile that's creeping across his face as he listens to the banter. "Taking out the Superior. Are you sure you're up to it?" she asks with another exaggerated sigh. "I'd hate to see anything happen to you."
Marluxia bristles. He's too disciplined to do anything so ungracious as attack, but she can see those pretty lips tighten, and oh, is he going to be fun tonight. All that righteous anger that their Elders claim they cannot feel, just waiting to be unwrapped. Larxene smothers a moan and begins to daintily examine her fingernails. "Your caution is to be commended, Marluxia," she says brightly. "Most men are blind to their own limitations."
She glances at Axel, who's watching them as indifferently as if this is the middle act in a play he's watched far too many times. Larxene doesn't particularly care for that - there are many things about Axel that she doesn't like, but this disinterest is by far the worst. Oh, she knows that he enjoys their games as much as any Nobody is capable of doing. And when their intrigue takes a turn for the physical, he's as eager as any of them. Fire and lightning may not be the best mix - not that either melds well with just about anything else - but the things he can do with that body, wicker thin and flexible as any flame...
Larxene belatedly realizes that she's leering. Leaning forward, she smiles at him. "What do you think, Number VIII?" she asks, holding out eight fingers - five on one hand, three on the other - for no apparent reason. She examines them and grins.
"Think?" Axel laughs. The sound is derisive and cuts like a knife. "I'm here to take orders, didn't you know?"
Marluxia narrows his eyes but doesn't deign to speak. Larxene smiles brightly. "So many masters, so little time," she singsongs, clapping her hands together. "I wonder which one is yours."
That secretive little smile that answers everything and nothing crawls back onto his lips. "You know I'm more than willing to prove my loyalty," he shrugs. "Just name the task."
Larxene snickers at the thought - fiery, unfathomable Axel playing the part of the questing knight, the eager prince determined to prove himself. "Oh, but that's boring," Larxene complains, because while that's what's amusing about Marluxia - show me just how wonderful you are, she demands, and he decides to tear down the Organization for her - in Axel it's simply disappointing.
He's no hero.
He's a magician, weaving straw into gold. He's the Grand Vizier and the lowly street rat, blended together until one can no longer be told from the other. He's the gypsy in a fairy tale who'll lure you away with a smile and a word, who'll offer you a paradise that doesn't exist. A broken shadow of a man, if nothing else, who hides behind a cloak of mystery because he hasn't got any of his own. He's the final echo of a story that may never have even been told, and all Larxene can know for certain is that he's nothing so simple as a questing knight. Nothing so predictable. He's a thousand question marks- a snake charmer, this one, and you can never tell when he'll finally unleash that serpent upon you.
"I don't doubt you would," she laughs, dancing a shock of electricity from finger to finger, "but the trouble is... all things considered, there's no task large enough." She yawns delicately and smiles at Marluxia, who, in typical fashion, seems about ready to take Axel at his word.
Axel shrugs as if to say that he doesn't really care one way or the other. Larxene doubts that this is the truth, but she realizes that she'll never know for certain. And maybe she likes that about him, and maybe she doesn't, but what's undeath without a bit of mystery?
"When this is over," she tells him, rubbing her hands together, "maybe I'll tear you apart layer by layer to find out what really lies beneath. That should be fun." For her, at least, and Larxene isn't too certain that Axel wouldn't enjoy it as well.
Axel's eyebrows climb up his forehead. "When this is over," he mutters, "we'll all be dead."
Larxene can't tell if it's prophecy or threat, but the words hang heavily in the air, and she has to fight the impulse to attack, to tear into him with kunai or thunderbolt. Marluxia is watching them both carefully, and if this erupted into violence, she isn't sure whose side he would take. He might like to play the part of the mighty nobleman, but Larxene is no damsel in distress, and none of them are delusional enough to think otherwise.
"If that's the way you're going to be," she pouts, bouncing to her feet. Her fingers brush lightly against the front of Axel's coat as she sweeps past him and out of the room, throwing a final look behind her on her way out.
She grins at both of them.
There've been enough word games for today anyway.
finis