Love in the Snow

"Same here. But why would you want to be?"

 

"Extacly what I think"

 

Chrys smiled sweetly at Demyx before quickly gazing around the corridor, as though she was trying to hide something or figure something out.

 

"Is there something wrong?"

 

"No, there's absoultuley nothing wrong." Chrys smiled.

 

He smiled back. "So ready?"

 

"As always." She laughed "Come on then. Should be awesome, as long as no one falls over."

 

"Let's just hope no one does."

 

"Doubtful." She smiled "Unless you're a really bad beginner."

 

"I hope not"

 

"You'll be fine Dem, you don't mind me calling you that right?"

 

Larxene couldn't take it. She was physically, emotionally, and mentally wrecked, and the pain and agony was too much...it was all too much. How many times did she have to suffer for any Holy being to get the point that she's had enough, in both lives? Over, and over, and over again, she was broken, and over and over again she was left with nothing, but loneliness, ever since she was damn born. Why? She didn't understand why she could never get a break, it always had to be punishment, what did she ever do to deserve all the malice? As she sobbed into Marluxia's chest, her eyes blurry and wet from the oncoming tears, all the affliction, all the malaise, all the grief, took a toll on her today, as Axel went to the list of people who left her. Her body was numb, and so was her soul, and she had come to realize she'll never be happy. Even when giving pain to others in pleasure and gladness to make up for her own wretchedness, she just wasn't meant to be blissful.

The harshness of her life, the heartache, the sorrow...had all come together to hit her all in one blow, which turned her to this. Now added to the fact that she was voiceless, useless, weak, and completely broken, she wanted to die. Fade away. Never coming back. It didn't matter, she didn't matter, her importance in these worlds were minimal, she was nothing. No one ever cared, no one ever appreciated her, no one ever gave her love, no one ever gave her anything, and no one ever will. That was the truth. Marluxia might be one, but other than being sad for four hours if she disappeared, he wouldn't give a dam either. Axel...Axel should've left her to die on that rock, whether from the cold or not. When she was gone, he'll probably fade her away from memory anyway...

Marluxia had no idea what to do with the situation at hand. When he hugged her tighter to him, she flinched, almost as if the strength of it was hurting her. Axel had said she needed rest, so was she hurt? After all, he had noticed the bandage on her forehead, the center filled with dark blood as if from a injury. So, was it that he saved her? And tended to her? He had somewhat been suspicious of what Axel had thought of Larxene, and the more it all began to connect, the more it was realized in his mind. However, he had also taken note of why the Savage Nymph, the strong, independent, and vile woman, was a crying mess in his arms, and that was because she felt the same way. He was sharp, and he would not waste his time with denial and ignorance. Why something ached hard in his chest to know that, and made him frown, it seemed Axel had made a grave mistake, and as he was granted to be the pillar of support for her, he could easily make her forget about him, and slowly...very slowly, make her grow to love him. It was possible by this point. The redhead even left her to him.

For now, he stayed in the bed, and in the redhead's room, wanting her to calm before making any attempt to move her.

Zexion had no idea what happened, as he leaned in a wall, his eyes closed as his concentration was now to a altered level. Axel had walked away, left the door and ran, for no reason other than Marluxia being at the helm? And now...now he had to deal with the pain...no, not his pain, Larxene's. The intensity of the hurt and torment was so strong, that it overtook his body as he kept her 'scent' in focus, mixing along with Marluxia's. Imbecile. Axel was a complete and utter imbecile. Not being able to take the sensation of what the blonde female was experiencing, it was just misery, he turned his 'scent' to Axel, now sensing him heading close to him. Opening his eyes, he quickly lifted himself from the surface, and stood in the middle of the hall, waiting for the clash.

Soon enough, Axel was there, yet, he had nothing to say except that he was wrong. Idiot. He wasn't wrong, and the redhead was too blind and dense to see it, concerning how jaded Larxene was this very moment. The Cloaked Schemer watched him walk away, still standing in the same position without moving as his fingers were propped up close to his mouth, not doing anything until he had sensed Axel settle in the pool area. Zexion didn't take too long to transport to the fire wielder, not caring whether he wanted to be alone or not. Appearing right in front of the man, and before Axel could even spit anything at him, without changing his demeanor, in the ever calm tone of his, he stated, "Before I berate you on the act of your own stupidity and what you've done, all that I ask first is for you to tell what had Larxene specifically, and by word, had said or done for you to abandon her. Was it a fight? A simple argument? Better explain it now, or else, you will not be left alone unless I decide it so."

His eyes studied him hard.

 

"I like it"

 

"Great." She grinned "Dem."

 

"Do you have a nickname?"

 

"Chrys is my nickname. My real name is 'Chrystallia' though I never use it, sounds a little... questionable."

 

"oh...So Chrys it is then"

 

"You could try shortening it a different way I guess if you wanted." She smiled.

 

"Maybe...No. it's fine how it is."

 

"I could be... Talia... Don't like that... Eww, she's that weird chick from Batman I think..." She joked "And you sure?"