... Just pondering...
I... sincerely have no idea where this came from. I was just... thinking about something completely different and then it occured to me: "Why do they have everything white?" This short Vexen/Marluxia drabble... is the answer I came up with. It's... not exactly a happy thought.
***
"Why white?"
Vexen looks up from his papers and gives the newest member a questioning look. "Pardon me, XI?"
The young man shifts nervously; the ghosts of emotions are still too fresh and tempting. "I asked why exactly white."
"I heard you the first time. I was simply inquiring as to what are you pursuing by that question."
"...Oh." And another nervous fidget. "I meant... Why is everything white here? I... it doesn't... feel right. It doesn't... fit us."
There is a quiet clack when Vexen puts his pen down and gets up so quickly the younger Nobody jumps in his seat. "Why are you asking me? It was the Superior who created this castle. I advice you to direct your curiousity about this matter in his direction." He turns to leave then, believing this conversation to be over.
"I already asked." There is a brief moment of hesitation before he continues. "But he refused to answer. You... you know, don't you?" The silken voice comes out a bit strangled with poorly hidden emotions.
"Yes, I do." He admits after a while, stopping in the doorframe.
"Then tell me."
"You'll figure that one soon by yourself."
"I understand now." The silky voice proclaims one day when they are alone.
Vexen doesn't ask what is Marluxia talking about, he somehow knows. He can't help the shiver when those all too blue eyes turn to stare at him, no longer afraid or uncertain or human in any way.
"And I have to say it's quite stupid. The darkness inside... won't be chased away that easily."
***
... said it's not a happy thought.
***
"Why white?"
Vexen looks up from his papers and gives the newest member a questioning look. "Pardon me, XI?"
The young man shifts nervously; the ghosts of emotions are still too fresh and tempting. "I asked why exactly white."
"I heard you the first time. I was simply inquiring as to what are you pursuing by that question."
"...Oh." And another nervous fidget. "I meant... Why is everything white here? I... it doesn't... feel right. It doesn't... fit us."
There is a quiet clack when Vexen puts his pen down and gets up so quickly the younger Nobody jumps in his seat. "Why are you asking me? It was the Superior who created this castle. I advice you to direct your curiousity about this matter in his direction." He turns to leave then, believing this conversation to be over.
"I already asked." There is a brief moment of hesitation before he continues. "But he refused to answer. You... you know, don't you?" The silken voice comes out a bit strangled with poorly hidden emotions.
"Yes, I do." He admits after a while, stopping in the doorframe.
"Then tell me."
"You'll figure that one soon by yourself."
"I understand now." The silky voice proclaims one day when they are alone.
Vexen doesn't ask what is Marluxia talking about, he somehow knows. He can't help the shiver when those all too blue eyes turn to stare at him, no longer afraid or uncertain or human in any way.
"And I have to say it's quite stupid. The darkness inside... won't be chased away that easily."
***
... said it's not a happy thought.