for XIII Days of Xmas Crack
“You have come a long way from when they first found you tearing through our world Number 12,” he tells her one day when they are alone. She doesn’t look up at him, merely digging out what could be clotted blood from underneath her perfectly manicured nails…with her kunai. He continues to study her, the way she is stretched out on the couch like a panther, the leather coat complimenting her curves.
Her electric blue eyes look up to meet endless orange and she smiles sweetly like the flower he knows she is, “Yes…I never stopped tearing this place up did I.” Then the thorns come, the kunai flicking past his ear accurately, only splicing a few hairs, and thunking into the wall behind him. She waves at him with a giggle and fades into the darkness. Xemnas is unphased, he always is, and he turns in time to see Larxene’s weapon fade away as well. With the dullness of nothing, it was nice to have a bit of unpredictability amongst them. “Like a winter rose.”