Character(s): Marluxia, Larxene
Content: Larxene comes to Marluxia with a proposition
Setting: Who knows?
Time: Who knows?
Warnings: Evil, what else?
He considered it a break before going back to business as usual. Granted, the work wasn't exactly difficult--and might be considered "pleasurable" had the word carried meaning to him anymore--but a return to his garden was more than welcome.
Its white, stone path weaved through in a winding maze--dead ends with unknown meaning, spiraling branches leading nowhere, paths connecting only to diverge moments later. The plants acted as walls, patches of the path visible through breaks in the foliage. Flowers, trees, bushes, poisonous, beneficial, colorful, monotone, varieties upon varieties, from different worlds and environs, it was a veritable patchwork of nature arranged with a meaning only the Graceful Assassin knew.
Marluxia busied himself near the center of his green labyrinth, watering a circle of flowers near a large tree, the largest in the garden.... and the only one left dead.