Love in the Snow

OOC: LOL. LOL. LOL. O.o' Darn... I think it's my fault then. <_< Seriously, if you still need more time, you are more than welcome to take it. I still long for the classics. Superman, Batman, Captain Planet, Tom & Jerry, Back to the Future.... *sigh* All of them seemed to just die around '98-'99. D8 I was depressed when Back to the Future was replaced in my country with Barney! T_T It was a sad day indeed, and that's why I still remember it... I vaguely remember throwing stuff at the TV. Now I know why I hate Barney so much. The purple biatch took away my show! D<
Well my exams are over, and still I wanna kick the damned District's happy @ss for making us suffer like that. B@ASTARDOS!!! Now I face my effin finals in 4 weeks T_T. It just never ends! And you already know how I get away from my stress, my dates with Brandee per month. <_< Though I had to cancel this month's due to exams, and my already absences I've made to study for the exams. *sigh* Well I saw her this weekend, and she was here for a night on Friday. So I guess all is well.


Axel sighed, coming closer to Larxene, and she, though seeming to act cool, was somehow restless. She still looked at him with a look even he couldn't describe. Looking down at her, he saw her once more, from the physical point of view, and he loved what he was seeing, and as any normal male would, he wanted to see more, though he kept that thought at the back of his head. He licked his lips when Larxene crossed her legs, straightening her back. Her posture was beautiful. The slight curve at her back was amazing as her chest leaned forward. Her milky white skin tightening around her collarbone and it was now seen perfectly as it extended towards her clear-cut shoulders. Her long swanlike neck, still wet from her lush blond hair, the water trickling down it still. Her perfect bosom hidden behind that dreadful towel. Oh, spite! He still saw the perfect little waist, her perfect figure, the hourglass figurine all the females would die for. Her long, smooth legs glistened in the sunlight, and he only wished he could run his fingers over her smooth skin, feeling her soft skin under his hands. All this was too much for him, but he still did his best to keep his urges to himself, his lust hidden for the moment, and the song now playing at the radio did not help improve the situation, and he gulped. He still took another step closer and kneeled in front of her, face to face, looking into her glistening, bright, aquatic eyes.
“I'm just happy to see that you are doing well.” He muttered, raising a hand to caress her cheeks. “I told you, Larxene, I'd wait forever for you. What makes you think I'll ignore you? You mean a lot more to me than you can ever imagine. And I won't give up on you, ever. I really do love you.” Raising both her hands to his lips, he kissed them both, taking in her scent from them. All were true and he'd meant them all. Her soft, warm hands truly felt like heaven as he held onto them. He wanted to hold onto them forever, and it really was his plan, to hold onto her for life. After taking a moment to drink in her scent, he finally spoke once more, “Now, let's get those wet bandages off of you.”
Getting up, he headed into the bathroom, then immediately returning to her with the small first-aid kit. Simply sliding the pajamas to the side, he took a seat beside her, and began to gently take off her soaked bandages off of her forehead. “I'm sorry. . . for all I've done, Larxene.”


OOC: ZOMFG! I'm like SO damn happy! :yelling: I'm so damn happy that I'm effin' yelling!! 8D I've finally found the song I was looking for and YAY it's now MINE! WOOO~ I'm seriously so happy and so effin' inspired right now! Thanks to that song I can see a Larxel fanfic coming up!! DD8
Here's the song, http://youtube.com/watch?v=7HOXiSgxsXw You all won't understand a single word of it... xD so here's the lyrics/translations http://www.bollywhat.com/lyrics/veer_lyr.html [it's the 1st one]

 

She ate some of her food. "So what are you going to wear?" She asked after thinking for a moment

 

Exel sighed as he layed down in the snow bored as he didn't find anything interesting so far.

 

OOC: OMG. OMG. That song so fits the situation right now, and I love it xD. I actuallly know the happiness of what it is to find a song you like after a while of searching, so kudos. ^-^.

And that, my dear, is the main reason why I don't watch cartoons anymore. Trust me, I used to watch it all the time, always hooked on my TV for hours on end instead of the computer like I do now. Yet times changed, and good quality has just lowered. Oh well. I've still yet to see a fine cartoon that is modern, yet have the old taste back. The only times I tune in the tube is to watch shows like Gossip Girl (and the new 90210 that's coming this fall, the theme song is really catchy if you ever heard it) and reality TV shows because while it's crap, I love to laugh at the people for being so damn ******ed, or to watch trainwrecks. Especially that finding love thing...idiots, you can't find love with a million whores after a damn week -_-, pardon my French. TV just lost it.

Why did he have to touch her?

The moment he placed his hand on her cheeks, she had to close her eyes to drive away images and thoughts about the same hand caressing other places on her skin....if she wasn't listening to what he was saying, she would've been sky high right about now. Oh, God...and then he made it worse by putting his lips in the equation, and she shuddered a little as her eyes snapped open, her body experiencing the same heat as when she was checking him out. Larxene wished those lips will either kiss her own or go to a better, more sensitive, spot...her neck, maybe her shoulders, more downwards. She tried to imagine what it would be like, while at the same time concentrating on his words as her blue orbs dug into his green deeply, penetrating through his very irises as he said truth after truth. She knew he loved her, she just wasn't sure if it will be forever like he kept saying. How many couples had said they were going to last long, and in the end around a year later, they get heartbroken in some way or another? How was Axel so certain? Love can leave suddenly.

Sighing mentally to herself, she twitched her hand in attempt to stroke his face as her sight didn't leave him, but he straightened up and walked away to the bathroom before she could even lift it, saying something about changing the bandages. Larxene felt something constrict inside her at that instant, making her almost feel sick as a wave of sadness overtook her, guilty about the fact that he was willing to wait and treat her kindly...while she kept him just waiting still. Why was it so damn hard for her to say three simple words? That was it. Why? Becoming kind of stressed with the situation and herself, it had scattered once Axel had come back, sitting next to her now, which she very much thanked him for. His aroma was now filling her nostrils, a hint of his usual natural cinnamon with a stronger scent...was that body spray? Cause if it was, it was good body spray...

Subconciously being attracted to the smell, she drew her body nearer as she slipped on her bed to him, while he started taking out the bandages, taking in his fragrance dutifully as a blank expression turned up at her face, licking her lips. The only thing that broke it was the sudden apology from him, and she got pulled out from whatever daze she was in, caught off guard. Once it set into her mind what he had said, that tight knot in her chest and stomach worsened from it. Her vision clouded over, more touched than need be at Axel's understanding attitude with her, and she never thought he could ever be so sweet in her whole Nobody life. Shaking her head gently as she gazed at him like a lost puppy, she replied softly and affectionately, "Don't say sorry...you don't need to, it isn't really your fault." She smiled to herself kind of weakly at the next sentence. "Going by the stupid and pathetic 'is not you, is me' line...that's the truth. It is me...I just have...Axel, my life has never been happy except for those times when I had my sister to take care of, it was one damn tragedy after another, and every guy I've been with had used me in some way. I was kind of naïve back then, you see, before I actually got a glimpse of how cruel and merciless humanity could be and I figured I didn't give a damn about being nice if I wasn't shown the same."

Here, her tone got a bit bitterly and almost angry. "There was a guy who did actually love me, I could tell, and I thought I loved him...or at least my feelings were strong enough. Anyway, we were together for awhile until he just...got his fill with me, I guess. He said he fell out of love and abandoned me for another b*tch, though he 'promised' he didn't cheat on me, which is obviously bull. My parents were in love for many years, yet the magic ended as well. Nothing lasts forever...nobody can say it will, because nobody knows what will happen in the future...I've been hurt so many times, and it never seems to stop, and I just don't want the cycle to keep going...sometimes I even wonder to myself why I'm alive if suffering is all life got to offer for me..."

Feeling depressed this time as the tears were gathering with more force now as she recalled some events, Larxene shifted her eyes somewhere else, not believing she basically just poured out everything she was frightened of to him. It was like once she opened her mouth, she couldn't stop, and she wasn't honestly prepared to share any of that just yet to anyone.

 

OOC: 8D I know right? Well, the movie for that song is so sad . . . Indian movies have lost their magic, but this was a good one, ^_^- with this very beautiful song. And I'm so using this as my inspiration to write my FF. 8D I gave up on TV. :nono:. I'm through. Discovery channel & National Geographic are the only two reason I bug my parents about cable. The other channels can go die. T_T Though I enjoy watching Top Model, mainly because of the photography, and get ideas for my art from there, otherwise, any other show, ehh. I used to watch Smallville, that died too. <_<

::F.Y.I. Everyone::
(to anyone who is NOT familiar with a classic Masquerade Ball)
I'm planning this as a REAL and CLASSIC Masquerade Ball, therefore you must follow all the exact rules of such a Ball. Meaning you are required to wear a mask, and are to wear the appropriate attires as well. Take example from this [just the attires, nothing more]:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=THUQWD7VUG8​

Lynn's question had caught Ren by surprise, for she was a little overtaken by the delicious lunch and was only paying attention to that bit to notice anything else, and she looked up at her as if she was startled by the question. “Er . . . I've got a nice dress in the closet. A corset . . . and a nice mask to match it as well.” She smiled. “What about you? What will you wear?”

Axel unraveled the wet bandages off of her forehead, gently, not wanting to give any sudden or slight blow to the head, where it may somehow hurt her in any way. The wetness of the bandages had spread the small dot of blood into a smear across the white bandage, and with each layer of the bandage he took off, the smear of blood became a bit darker. His eyes were fixated on this blood, and for some reason, he couldn't help but feel responsible for the wound, for her pain, both physically and mentally. In a way it was his fault. It was just his plain stupidity, nothing more, and he sighed a regretful sigh. What would've happened if he didn't leave his room last night? What would've been different? Would they have still been in his room, in each other's arms? Would she have said the words he was dying to hear? This thoughts were interrupted when Larxene finally spoke, after what seemed to be a dreadfully long silence, and a meek smile came across his face at her words . . . they were so unlike her.
“Why do you let the past stop you from living in the present?” He said softly, taking off the last layer of the bandage, and the damp and bloodied cotton, throwing it in the waste paper basket next to the study table. “You are not at fault, Larxene. Don't give that lame excuse. Whatever the hell I did last night was not so bright either, leaving you like that.” He looked at her for a moment, after finishing that sentence, with absolutely no expression, right before turning back to the tiny box sitting next to him, taking a clean cotton ball, he first wiped the would clean of the smeared blood and the blood mingled water on her forehead. He fiddled through the small First-Aid box and picked up a small tube of some antiseptic cream. He applied a small amount of it on her wound with a cotton ball, then wrapped some clean bandages around the wound once more. He raised himself, kneeing on the bed, pulling her head a little closer to his chest to get a better reach on her as he wrapped the bandages around her, carefully and perfectly, listening to her as she spoke. “Then that b@stard deserves to go die in a ditch, for leaving you. He's got no idea what he's lost.” He taped the end of the bandage down at the back of her head, and sat back down on the bed, looking right at her with his beautiful emerald eyes, peering at her with his deepest affections, desires, and his hidden lust. Amazingly, for once, Axel spoke in a rather serious and formal tone. He cupped her flushing a cheeks in his palms, looking at her as if he looked straight into her soul. “You let fear and insecurity come between your desires, Larxene. Open your arms, let ME show you what love can be like. Love is all tears, and it will be till the end of your time . . . I'm waiting for you to open your arms. One day, Larxene, one day, you'll beg for that love . . . MY love.”
His breath had quickened at the words left his lips, even he had no idea what he was saying. Putting any words and thoughts that came to mind, he said it all, once again, saying exactly what was in his mind. He could feel his hands quivering as he held onto her face, so close to his, her eyes staring into his like the nymph she really was. He curled his lips, his throat seemed to be drying up, and even in this cold weather, he could feel the thin layer of perspiration atop his forehead. Oh god, how beautiful she was, how truly fragile and vulnerable. Give into him already . . .

 

ooc I love that movie

And TV is kinda getting pointless now...to me anyway. But they're still some good shows

"To tell the truth...I was hoping you might be able to help me."

 

OOC: Well, all I watch is Gossip Girl, maybe the new upcoming 90210 if it's good, and I watch Top Model too. Discovery channel I watch sometimes for the "Haunting" program, but that would be all :/. Not much left anymore. Unfortunately, I haven't seen Van Helsing, though the ball looks wonderful :3. Will it be more modern than that, or just have the old Victorian flare, Pyrɸ?

Larxene just stayed silent as Axel worked on her wound, treating it with great care, not being able to say anything at all to what she just revealed. That wasn't suppose to be for his ears, or anyone's, and she hated feeling exposed the way she just did, it made her look a bit too weak for her liking in expressing her thoughts. Especially to Axel. It wasn't bad. because if anyone needed to hear her rant, she was kind of glad it was him, yet she did come out with her fears that somehow got him involved in the present, and so...the position was odd for her. However, her cheeks suddenly tinkled with warmth, and she could imagine that they were a bit on the rosy side as Axel moved her head closer to his chest as he kneed in the bed to finish tying the bandages and holding it together with tape. In turn, she got distracted by his scent once more, and for the while it lasted, she breathed it in, wanting nothing more than to taste his skin. Most of the time she spent listening to his deep voice, which she liked a lot, and her eyes half closed as he gave out his last sentence on the matter. Waiting for her to open her arms, huh? She was trying, and after what he said, she figured she might get to it in time, sooner than later.

By now, Axel was finished and sat down normally, while she still didn't speak. Larxene was too busy gazing into his eyes, like she had been doing since his appearance and when she talked to him about anything that hit her deep. If she was touched before, than she was definitely feeling all those cheesy butterflies, and just by his actions, her desire grew, igniting again. Can it be possible that man was everything to her? Giving him a genuine soft smile, feeling much better about the whole thing and more confident, she lifted a leg and draped it across his lap almost lazily, which she used to pull her body closer as her hand raised to stroke his strong jaw, simply caressing him tenderly over his smooth face, admiring what he was born with. Adventurous, she traced over the tattoos under his eyes, grazing them a little as thoughts about their history filled her mind, then went to his cheek, and her fingers trailed pass his lips as she touched them, making her set her vision on the delightful view. Making her hand sensually move down his neck, taking its position there, she took a pause, before sliding over to him and encircling her arms around his neck, pressing her tightly to him in a strong embrace as her face nuzzled on his chest when it hit in a rustle, getting the feel of him as she remained there for a while. Larxene didn't want to let go, and she didn't, she liked it there, and she wanted him to be aware that she appreciated his efforts and himself, which were working, in some way.

Spending a few more minutes in the hug she created, the tranquility and quiet of the room reigning around them, she tilted her head, staring up at him slightly, her hand playing with his hair, twirling one of his spikes, which amusingly enough, popped back to normal. Trying to hold back a chuckle, she settled her hand back on his neck once again, halting as if thinking about it, yet she knew what she so dearly wanted as she neared her head closer. Feeling his heated breathing brush past her the more she pushed him forward as well as herself, it had to make her stop a shudder, their mouths just centimeters away from contact. While hesitating, considering what they were just talking about, she went and captured her lips with his own moist ones in a swift move as her eyes flew shut, experiencieng and flavoring what she had been daydreaming about and lusted over for, and it was worth it by just the first few seconds, she could tell. Her breathing quickened as her chest heaved, the feel of it all exciting her and making her want more, and she did as she slowly deepened the kiss, moving her mouth a little harder and lovingly against his to make a imprint, yet in the end after what seemed a long time, before it got any further or she lost control, she broke it off gently with a slight teasing nip at his bottom lip, but did not pull her face away as their eyes connecting. She wondered what he was thinking, or maybe it was too bold a move on her part right now, yet she couldn't resist any longer. Larxene was going to implode if she didn't have anything at all, the wait was unbearable. It was a small kiss that she had planned and went through with, and she needed to say something, but all this wasn't the right time to do anything or have peace to themselves because at any given moment M-

"I'm back!"

-arluxia can pop up with her food. She had heard the lock jingling in warning, so before the pink haired man ever made his entrance, she pretended nothing happened as she went back to her previous spot, the hug broken and her leg back in place, letting out a deep breath as she tried to regain her composure, hoping that her lips weren't red or showed any signs (which was more wishful thinking as she kissed him quite passionately, however quick and little it was), though she was a bit upset that it ended that quickly. Larxene had the idea that for while, she would just take rest in his arms until her friend came back a lot later, but what was done, was done. He really did go fast....

 

hay pyro can you pm me when the ball is starting coz im a bit lost on the detes hehe

muahaha now is the time to piss xaldin (i think its xaldin) off >: )

Devon also decided to order a hot chocolate, yet she wanted to get away from the man as soon as possible. As soon as she paid for it, her clumsiness came through again as she tripped and spilt the nice, fresh hot chocolate onto the drunken man.

 

OOC: What exactly is 90210? I don't understand the commercials, well, I did just see it today. xD Top Model is an awesome show indeed. I'm intrigued by photography. If The Simpsons, Family Guy, South Park, or American Dad were ever to be canceled, public television would genuinely be dead to me. Van Helsing was a really good movie, but it could've been better. And I was rather obsessed with Dracula :D. He was a cruel, but sensual character. :p

.:Ball F.Y.I.'s:.
Though I want a classic Masquerade Ball, the actual Ball will be more modern than that. I'd shown that video because I loved the attire in there, as well as their makeup and style. You are free to dress your character according to what you want; color, and style of dress is up to you to decide. All I require is that there be a corset involved 8D, because corsets are sexy like that, and a Masquerade Ball is not a Masquerade Ball without a corset. So yes, you are free to design your own original dresses for your character. However, please do not go too modern on the dress design, as I'm trying to keep this semi-classic, and most Masquerade Ball gowns are still classic today. Basically, just look at the elegant evening gowns and turn them into something that's a little Victorian, I suppose, and it doesn't have to be the “Omfg! Just look at that pwnsome dress!†type of a dress. Just keep it simple, but elegant, and classic. Makeup, follow the video. Many wear wigs and head pieces to such Balls, but I'll leave that as optional. As for the men, I suppose, since this is not a Victorian ball, a classic tux with tail should do it. Truth be told, I'm lost on what to make the men wear. :swaetdrop: Therefore, look at the Masquerade Ball from Gossip Girl for examples on what they should be wearing. Masks are a MUST [Duh!], and if you like the mask designs from Gossip Girl, go on and use them . . . I know I will 8D. Long story short: Dress your male characters whatever way you want, according to the examples of course. Women wear corsets, and an evening gown, NOT a cocktail dress. Everyone, bring a mask.

Any other questions, fell free to ask.​

Ren was bewildered. She stared at Lynn in awe, and in appreciation. “W-well . . .†It wasn't that Ren was reluctant to abide to Lynn's request, it was just that, this was the first time that anyone had asked for her help and opinion in choosing an outfit for a grand party of sorts. She was always denounced by her friends, always being told that she had no sense of style, and absolutely no sense of fashion. Sure, she looked extremely fashionable in her black jeans, leather boots and her Pee-Coat, but from her point of view, and apparently from her friend's point of view, this was not style. So she looked at Lynn in awe, with her mouth open, about to bite into the piece of chicken on the fork. “Umm . . . s-sure, Lynn.†She smiled awkwardly. “I'd love to help. But I must warn you, I'm not as stylist as you might think I am. Do you have any idea of what you might want to wear?â€
If she was going to go through with this, she thought to herself, then she was going to do it right, and she took a sip of her iced tea, waiting for Lynn's response.


Xaldin was only interested in paying attention to his little world, where it was it only he and his precious drink. The constant chatter of the bar and café, along with the loud music playing in the background did not help as he sat on his little stool, leaning forward on the table, elbows resting on it, rubbing his temples with his drink sitting in front of him. Damned headaches . . . damned hangovers . . . hey should exist, he thought to himself. He wanted bliss at the moment, a quiet serenity to himself as he pondered if he should just retreat back to his room, and have his drink there, in peace. The company around him was annoying as it was and to make everything even better, the annoying girl next to him was ticking him off even more. He sighed loudly, and had bare even opened his mouth when a painfully hot sensation ran down his lap and the only thing he could do was leap in surprise, knocking over his dearest appletini onto the counter, and yelp in pain. “Ahhhhh!†He turned to see it was that same annoying scarlet haired teen girl who'd done this. “Holy fuɔk! What the hell was that? What the HELL is wrong with you, you clumsy fool! Dammit!â€


The aquatic blue in her eyes was hypnotizing, and Axel was dazed as he stared at her face. For the first time, he saw trust in her eyes as she looked into his emerald eyes with almost the same notion as his. The smile she gave in return for his words was enough for him to shudder internally, and his heart raced in his chest as he found her inching closer to him, draping her leg across his lap, her soft, tender hands gently caressing his cheeks, lips and neck. He breathed in deeply as her scent grew, coming closer to him, and he took in the sense of her warm, sweet scent and the touch of her hands, as he loved that hand which now traced his skin oh so sensually, sending a sheer sensation of mirth throughout his body. He felt her hot breath breaking on his chest, and he couldn't help but let out a deep shuddering breath, as she lazily laid her head on his chest, her graceful arms around his neck, nuzzling her face in his shirt, her wet hair touching his skin and dampening his shirt. This was what he wanted, for her to be close to him like this, and he slowly wrapped his arms around her slim body, his fingers gently caressing her waist over the towel, traveling up to her bare back, and her swanlike neck. He closed his eyes in gladness, a meek smile on his face, as he dug his nose in her wet hair . . . remaining in that position for a brief moment, her in his arms.
It was a while before she moved from that embrace, slightly, her almond eyes looking at his face. He looked down onto her sweet face as she looked back, with an almost confusing look on her face, as if she was trying to make up her mind about something. Axel caught his breath as her face came near his . . . nearer, her breath falling on his face . . . nearer, feeling the warmth of her body as she was only a few centimeters away . . . so close, so close, and she seemed to hesitate for split second, not before she captured his lips with hers, kissing him in the most passionate and sensual way. His eyes fluttered shut as one his hand once more traced up her back and onto her neck, cupping it in his palm pulling her slightly closer to him, and the other hand gently wrapping around her tiny waist. His lips moved in contrast to hers as he returned her passion with his own. He released his love and passion for her as he kissed her deeply, tasting and relishing her soft lips, savoring the sweet moment. He moved his lips lovingly and sensually with hers as she deepened the kiss, and he only tightened his embrace pulling her even closer to him. It was as he'd dreamed, her lips were of the sweetest honey and the reddest of wines, it was the source of love and of lust, and Axel did not want to let go of those lips when she finally did break the kiss gently, yet teasingly, leaving him half-crazed and wanting more, breathing hard from that passionate kiss, as his eyes opened and he followed her lips, his mouth somewhat open, jerking his head forward towards her, hoping to catch her lips once more.
Why? Why did she have to break it off? Her face was still close to his and he leaned forward, their foreheads touching, and he closed his eyes once more. She still may not have said the three words he longed to hear, but the kiss at least gave him the fogginess he'd been seeking from her, and it was enough for him at the moment . . . At least he'd made some progress in reaching out to her. She'd confide in him, with her past, it was her trust that he gave him, and was happy with just her forgiveness and trust. He chucked softly, his hand now caressing her rosy cheeks, his thumb tracing her lips. What was there to do to show her what she meant to him? What was left for him to say to show that she'd become his obsession? What could he tell her to prove his love? I love you. I love you. I love you.
Though he wanted this moment to last longer, the familiar deep voice outside the door had ruined everything, like before. Axel jerked at the sound of his voice, as Larxene quickly pulled away from him, gently slipping out of his hands and his embrace, taking her sweet scent and her warmth with her. As she slipped away from him, his eyes turned to the door in a menacing look, and a low growl came to his throat. That man really knew how to ruin a perfectly good moment and mood [though Axel very well knew that nothing was to happen here anyway]. Axel didn't hold her back when she quickly released him, sliding her legs back down to the floor, sitting properly like she'd been before, waiting for Marluxia to enter. He watched her do this, and with a sad sigh he did the same; standing up as he was before, next to her. The scene in the room was familiar once more, going back to the exact scenario when Marluxia had left the room.

 

ooc I already have a mask luckily but not a dress just yet...

"I want something to match my mask. Want to see it?"

 

OOC: Yay for Gossip Girl example xP. So modern, yet elegant and classic. I've yet to make some arrangements for Larxene, though I already Marluxia's in mind. Zexion doesn't seem the type to go to one of these and dress up to socialize, and neither does Larxene, but hey...

90210 is the zip code for Beverly Hills, obviously xD, and is a remake of the old show with a new generation. The only thing I remember out of the 90s about it was that the theme song was addictive and quite cool, and something I still listen to. Is one of the ever teen shows popping up, yet since I enjoy them (kind of), might as well check it out.

Larxene had Axel standing up at the corner of her eyes as Marluxia came in, a tray in hand, with the obvious food, but her mind wasn't exactly on that after what she just experienced. It was still vibrating inside her chest and gut, ardent and sizzling, even in her skin, and she found herself regretting ever breaking the kiss for anything, especially as it seemed to her Axel never wanted to stop. Neither did she, yet she was logical enough to know that it was going to be broken off in due time with Marluxia returning, and with his determination, not much time alone would be possiblle. Hell, she wanted Axel to take off her towel and take her right then and there, which she would've allowed without question, but it was against them at this moment. What was leaving her stunned and quite speechless, is the way Axel had responded to her actions instead of inching away, how he pulled her body so close and tight to the point where she wouldn't have budged or twitched, and how his hand was working her back and neck, and his caress and touches, and his lips....goodness, don't even get her started in that wonder. Those were the most delicious things she had every flavored in her life, and desire and the need of more of it was driving her insane. It was amazing. Indescribable. And she was glad she went through with it.

She was covered completely and fully by him, his presence lingering every inch of her, with his musk and scent, body, his warm breathing, affection, and it left her breathless while she felt something missing inside once it had to be gone. Larxene had looked back at the serenity of the setting and only being accompanied by each other, in that beautiful and incredible embrace where he just held her like nothing was going to take her away from him, as her head leaned on his heaving chest, going up and down in rhythm as his lungs took in air and out, creating a constant song. She wanted that forever, she could fall asleep any night in his arms or in any second, coiled and joined perfectly into themselves in their bed. She loved him, truly and absolutely loved him like she never though she would anyone, so much, he was like the air she needed to survive and breathe..and he was the one who she dreamed on spending the rest of her life with. Would it work as a Nobody? What if they die, will they ever see each other then?

It was just another lists of things to be concerned about.

Licking her lips slowly, from top to bottom as she fervor in the remains, visions and remembrance of how his own sweet ones moved against hers in passion filled her thoughts, the heat, and hunger that was not yet quenched with that small contact, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine and throughout her nerves as she hoped for a second one, so much, that she didn't notice the shadow hovering over her.

"Larxene, your food," Marluxia called on her once more, almost boredly by now, having walked to her seat on the mattress and waiting for her to take the meal, but she seemed to be in her own world. He wasn't stupid. Something went on, more so considering the mark and dampness of Axel's shirt, and the inflamed red on both their lips that would come from them kissing or kissing very hard to leave that mark, no matter how normal they or she tried to make it be. They had done something in his absence, and he was aware of what. He should've expected it, and he did, yet the thought was not to his favor, and it bothered him greatly, even though he was basically fighting a losing battle. He didn't want to glance or stare at the redhead at all. He was angry and upset, and it was taking all his strength not to just kick Axel out of the way and through the door. Either way, he didn't like to be ignored because she was on cloud nine of what they did, and giving her a minute, he boldly and clearly stated out close to loud, close to annoyance, "I guess I'm keeping the chocolate cake for myself, then."

If he was in a good mood, him mentioning the chocolate cake that finally snapped her out of it would've been amusing to him.

"Um, my bad..." was all she blurted out randomly, knowing she wasn't doing a good job on hiding the fact that something had transpired between her and Axel, though she knew it wasn't going to work anyway. Larxene didn't degrade the Assasin's intelligence. She just wanted to free Marluxia of catching them in the act for his eyes to see, as she knew his feelings, and he was doing all this even though she did not return them. He was quite loyal, and she would do the same honorably. Smiling at him in thanks as she took the tray into her hands, she eyed the food a bit in silent "WTF", her eyes growing as the plate was bucketful of helpings. The winning price was the desert, that stood scrumptiously on another plate in its lonesome. It was mashed potatoes with gravy, fried chicken to the rim, some biscuits, sirloin steaks, all wrapped up into what would fit some who's largely obese or a glutton. Those were her favorites, sure, yet the quantity was...wow. She ate a lot, Axel wasn't the only one with high metabolism, but she couldn't eat the humongous amounts by herself, she'll implode. Not saying anything, as she blinked for awhile, her vision redirected to Axel, who kept on his two feet. Dealing with him first, while placing the tray in her lap, she patted the spot where he had sat in before with her hand, asking him to take back his seat. "If you're planning to stay, Axel, sit down. And Marluxia..."

She pointed at the food, giving him a look. "I appreciate and thank you for what you went through to get this, but seriously, this could be eaten by half of the Organization." That was exaggeration on her part, it wasn't that bad, with it being a plate size, yet she needed to get this fact across.

"I didn't know how much you wanted, so I just said to myself to get what's needed, and put as much as I can for you to have your fill, and whatever is left to be thrown away," Marluxia explained, now seeing that he really did overdo himself.

Larxene frowned at the thought. "I don't like abandoning good food to the disgusting rats, so I'm willing to share this with you, and if you're hungry, Axel, you can have a helping too...the chocolate cake is mine, though. " Her eyes went again to the redhead, gazing at him intently, wondering if he was going to stay or he was planning to go. She wanted the former rather than the latter, yet she wouldn't stop him.

 

OOC: Yo comprendo, about 90210. Ehh. I think I'll have to pass on it, unfortunately. Ever since The O.C., I gave up on the teen shows. And besides, my parents think they're sick shows andyway. xD They still prefer me to watch shows which are rated PG. LOLOL. When I watch my cartoons on FOX, they get angry like hell. They hate them with a passion as well.

Yes, exactly . . .simple, yet elegant; modern, but classic. It's actually not that hard if you think about it. 8D I actually had made a sketch of Larxene in a Masquerade Ball gown, with LONG hair. LOL. I was bored in class, after I was done with my exams, and the image you have of Larxene, with long hair, for some reason had popped into my mind. LOLOL.



“Oh, I'd love to, Lynn.†Replied Ren, a smile on her face. “I'm guessing that we're going to have to do some dress shopping after this.†With a smile on her face, Ren cut up the pieces of the spaghetti on her plate with her knife. Twirling the short strands of it on her fork, she pierced it into the tiny piece of chicken, and giving them a quick dip in the sweet sauce, she quickly put it in her mouth.


No sooner had Axel stood up, Marluxia had entered the room with the food. He followed the pink haired man as enter the room intently, watching him like a hawk, and of course giving him the stare of doom for ruining his moment with Larxene now, and from last night. Did he do this on purpose, or was it just his sorry luck? Marluxia, form the time he'd returned and prepared to give Larxene her food and talked with her casually, seemed to completely ignore him, and his presence in the room. Axel gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing at his mere sight. That man had caused nothing but problems for him . . . from the beginning. He traced the dampened areas of his shirt and his lips quickly, wondering if Marluxia knew . . . Well it'd be good if he knew, actually, Axel thought to himself.
Larxene, on the other hand, was spacing out again. After giving some disgusting looks at Marluxia, Axle's eyes trailed over to the woman, who was still sitting on her bed, wrapped in her towel, looking rather sensual. As Marluxia did what he did, Larxene, in the meanwhile sat on the bed, lost in her own thoughts, staring straight ahead, basically at nothing. Axel had a pretty good idea of what she might've been thinking about, and his guess was that she pondered on that kiss. Yes, that kiss seemed to have come a little too unexpectedly, but it was something that he'd been longing for, for the longest time. He'd been craving her lips for forever, it seemed. He stared at her blank face with an expressionless face of his own, as his mind only drifted to that moment of serenity, where their lips had clashed together in a brief moment of fiery passion. His eyes slowly moved to the spot next to Larxene, where he was sitting not so long ago, and the image of them, he and Larxene, arm in arm, lips against lips, came to his mind. He licked his lips, almost as if he was able to taste her lips again as he recalled the tender moment, and before he knew it himself, he too was lost in thought, just as Larxene.
He'd asked her to open her arms to him. Told her to give into him, and for a split second there, she really did. He wanted to show her what love was . . . for what it really was . . . for how it was, he wanted to show it her, he was the one who'd wanted to show her, and no one else. Though it was still a little questionable, or perhaps his jealousy, as how dearly she treated Marluxia, and every time he saw this, something in him burned and left a mark of a charred scar. Insecurity and fear were not only part of Larxene, but also a part of Axel. His eyes unconsciously had been moving from object to object as he lost himself in his thoughts more and more, standing there in silence. His eyes came to a halt on that food plate that Marluxia had brought back with him, and he found himself staring at it, not because he was hungry, but because the amount of food on the plate had intrigued him. The aroma of the delicious food had dragged him out of his thoughts as he came back down to reality. It seemed that Marlxia had gotten through to Larxene, and had snapped her out of her daydream, as she was claiming her rights on the chocolate cake. Her next request however, did manage to catch Axel by surprise. He returned that blank expression at Larxene, almost lost on what he should say to her. Axel, however, did in fact receive the glances she kept giving him, and he understood the secret longing and message in them, and decided to abide to her request. “Erm . . . sure, Larxene. Why not? I'll join you.â€
With that, Axel took a small step and he found himself sitting next to her again, a familiar position and place. He stared at the plate sitting in Larxene's lap as he inched in a little closer, to get the whiff of her scent once more, to feel her warmth near him. His gaze however drifted to her face as she looked down at her plate. He eyes glittering and lashes smoothly curved, her lips closed and moist, and inviting. He wanted nothing more than to grab onto her face and capture her lips in his once more, but he didn't. His tightened his fist, gathering all his energy there, keeping his urge hidden.

Why was everything so damned complicating for him?

 

Exel had been bored since the vacation trip to the snow lands. he sighed and expected a bit more action in this place but he instead went toward the dinner hall to eat something.

 

ROFLMFAO Pyro that was funny XDD poor Xaldin

Devon was on her kness when she heard the screaming, she had to block her ears to stop them from bleeding. "I'm sorry", she said quickly, still on the floor as she searched for her cup

 

OOC: I never watched The O.C., though is it something to do with that girl whose name escapes me at the moment (Marissa?) that died? And I would like to see that skecth =3.

I'm kind of suffering through a writer's block at the moment in this :/, so I'm going to try. Going from that, DS also answered in the Cruise RP, which makes me really happy and it distracts me.

Marluxia, while not showing the displeasing feeling of Axel being asked to stay, the request dug fervently throughout his body, and he wondered why couldn't Larxene just let him go. He had nothing to do here anymore after the "talk" they had perhaps gotten through and done. Frowning inwardly, yet remaining passive on the outside, seeing as it was officially lunch time, he noticed he didn't bring any extra plate with him, and he wasn't going to leave those two alone any longer to get them. They had their chance that he had even willingly gave, knowing what might happen. Looking around the room to see if he could find something to replace that with, his eyes diligently saw three short, and flat basins that would work perfectly, despite the fact that they were there to put other objects in. As for forks and spoons...he smirked to himself. He had them in his pocket, again, bringing more than needed, so the necessity was already dealt with.

Walking to the counter where the basins were settled, he grabbed one of the trio, not caring for getting Axel's, he could do it himself, and went back quite in equal pace, going to sit down by his own volition on the other side next to Larxene, getting himself comfortable. "I suppose I don't feel like going back downstairs again, this would do, Zexion is awake as I spotted him, makes me wonder why he hasn't checked on you yet..."

Or maybe he already knew.

Larxene was once more distracted, noting that Axel have moved his body more closer. Her sharpness caught this, as it was a slight movement, but the change was obvious, and she found herself sliding to him more, biting the inside of her lip as she gained control of what she wanted to do again. She was too preoccupied with Axel and the thought of them to notice anything amiss outside of their little bubble, basking in the redhead's smell. It was broken when she felt a slight weight on her right side in the bed, hips brushing to know how near it was, and blinking, her vision were directed at Marluxia, who seemed to have found what looked like a attempt for a plate, yet it did work in a way. Listening to him speak, she just nodded, not expecting that type of action and pondering over what he was doing. Seeing him take out the eating utensils, she then noticed that Marluxia didn't bother to get a plate for Axel. Grabbing the spoon that was offered, she decided not to mention anything...but that thought didn't last long. "There's a 'plate' missing."

"I figured he has his own two legs to get one himself, and I'm not sure whether he is truly hungry in the first place," he answered smoothly, only because that was somewhat part of the truth. Staring at Axel casually, he held out the basin out to her, asking for food. "If he does indeed want to eat and not only to keep you company, then he will decide that..."

She sighed irritably, knowing the true and deep motive he was doing this, yet he did make sense. That doesn't make up for it, however. It wasn't out of anyone's brain that Axel and him didn't like each other, and she was almost shocked that they were composed enough not to rip the other out right now that they are in the same room. In the end, she decided to stay out of this problem...which was hard, as she was probably the indirect cause behind it, that kind of unnerved her. Rolling her eyes to herself, she merely dabbed the spoon tightly into the mush of luscious goods, and taking the "plate", she began to pour in the mashed potatoes, filling it up with a nice helping that would leave enough for Axel and herself. The gravy was in a small cup so they can pour it, so that was to Marluxia, though she added two buttery and recently baked biscuits. Gazing at the pink haired man, not quite happy with him at the moment due to the attitude, she asked, "Steak or Chicken?"

"Steak," Marluxia asnwered, knowing he had kind of made Larxene upset at his behavior, but it was minor and can be easily forgotten. It was justifiable to him as he was cutting into given them more time to each other. He was jealous, maybe even insulted a little, and seeing as he liked and had feeliings for her as well, obviously, no one in their right mind will give another man the chance to spend with that girl.

"There we go..." Larxene trailed off, placing four out of the what? Ten sirloin steaks? The point was, Marluxia was done, and in turn, her attention went back to Axel, not exactly able to give him a helping as well with nothing to hold it with. Rubbing one temple at this whole thing, she just concluded to get the "plate" herself, and made her way to get up as she carefully started to put the tray on the surfaceof the mattress. "Are you really hungry, though? I don't want to force things in your stomach that you don't want..."

 

She finished her food. "Yes we would."

 

Exel sat down to eat a hamburger and then looked around at teh people around him.

 

Devon hd found her cup, but looked up to see the rage in the mans eyes. A very violent rage, as if he was going to hurt her, and for one of the many rare times in her life, she felt fear.

 

OOC: Then don't worry about it, love. It started well, but then it kind of died, like every other show. And that chick is dead!? D8 LOLOL. xD. See, that's how much I know about the media. xDDD. I'll scan that sketch . . . as soon as I remember to bring it from my locker. xD Hopefully before the Ball actually takes place. *makes a post-it note and sticks on folder* And writer's block is a given in writing, so it's fine. 8D
And I just reread my past post for Axel. O.o' I was like, half-asleep when I'd written that, so I had no idea wtf Axel was doing at the moment. xDD I'm surprised that there aren't as many typos and the post actually makes sense! xO LoLoL.


Watching Lynn finish her Ham Sandwich, Ren quicky chewed up her last few bites, wanting to finish her portion on time as well. Taking only about three more minutes, she gulped down her food and her Iced Tea. “Check please!†She said loudly as a waitress was passing by, then looked back at Ren. “Just a moment.â€
Ren was actually quite excited, for some reason. She'd wanted her relationship with Lynn to be more than just student-boss, she wanted to be friends with the girl, and going dress shopping here would definitely help in that matter. They both sort of sat in an awkward silence, as a whole three minutes passed by before the check finally came, and meanwhile Ren only managed to rip her tissue paper into tiny pieces. “Thank you.†She said, taking the small booklet and reading the receipt, then sliding her credit card into the tiny clear pouch in the booklet and making a small note with the pen to indicate how much they'd cut for their tip. Handing the booklet back to the waitress, she thanked her again, “Here, and thank you so much.
So, after this we can go somewhere. Do you happen to know any good stores around this town?†She asked intently. “We'll have to get you something absolutely amazing, something to match your personality . . . or perhaps just the opposite.†She paused, leaning back, thinking about what might be best suited for her. “Forgive me for asking again, but, do you have any idea of what you're looking for? Oh, right! Where is your mask?â€
As she finished her sentence, the waitress returned with her credit card and taking from the woman's hands, she thanked her for the last time.


Xaldin's eye twitched horribly as he tried to keep himself from summoning his lances. It was not a big deal, really, but the banging headache and the surrounding noise made him turn into the hulk. He breathed deeply, breath in . . . breath out . . . breath in . . . breath out . . .
“Watch it girl!†he roared, raising a finger to her nose, keeping a steady control over his hand, for it might slip and result in a smack instead. His head throbbing and the hot sensation still lingering on his lap, he winced slightly, the pain of both combined was unbelievable. “You're an idiot! You know that! Who the hell told you to hold that cup of hot chocolate like that!â€


“No, Larxene, you don't need to get up.†Axel said, gritting his teeth and eyeing Marluxia with an intense look of pure hate. “I'll . . . get it myself.†With that, Axel slid off the side of the bed and stood up, pulling the edge of his shirt down to fix it. He payed no attention to Flower Power as he passed him by, and he made his way to where the sorry 'plates' were. Grabbing one of the basins, he quickly made his way back to the woman, and took back his place beside her, this time sitting a bit closer to her than he did before.
“I'll have the chicken, Larxene.†He said deeply handing her his 'plate', “And only a little bit of mashed potatoes.†Axel wasn't really hungry. As a matter of fact, he felt content at the moment, however the delicious aroma of the food did churn something in his stomach, and suddenly he did find himself to be slightly hungry. Handing Larxene the 'plate' his eyes wondered over to the assassin and he knew this was not going to be a pleasant lunch, but for Larxene's sake, he'd better make the best of it.


OOC: D8 Looks like you're not the only one with a block. 8S

 

OOC: Just to make sure, the actor wasn't the one that died, it was the girl she played, which would be...Marissa. I think. I never watched The O.C., but people got really pissed off when that character got the axe. Either way, I'll await that sketch, you just take care of what you have to do xP.

Larxene sat back down, noting that Axel was getting up and saying he'll take care of it himself. She just nodded, putting the tray properly back in her lap as she watched him, in more ways than one *cough*, go around and getting the so called plate. It didn't take long, and soon he was striding back, taking his seat, much nearer than before, but she wasn't about to complain. She will never complain. In fact, she wanted him closer...just as when they kissed. It just wouldn't happen now any longer. She was kind of disappointment, as she desired for his lips and his touch again, really badly, even more now that she had a taste. His aroma was back in her nose again, which kind of flew into the air when he went away, though now her senses were thrilled to have it here. Listening to his words, though, she just nodded dumbly once more, feeling a little tired, and held unto his plate, purposely making sure their hands and fingers made contact. Despite that he said little of mashed potatoes, she gave him a bit more than needed, and two fried chickens, three with that extra small one. Before he said anything, she remarked snidely as her eyes narrowed on his waist and stomach, "You're skinny. You need to eat before you actually come to the point of disappearing completely. So your 'plate' better be fully empty, or I'll force it on you."

And she needed less food than that, though her helping was pretty small now after giving some away. And she wanted to make room for the cake in her stomach as well, cause that was too good to pass up. Thinking of Marluxia's childish behavior though, fork in hand, she went to suddenly caress Axel's cheek slightly with a tender hold, only hesitating a little before committing this act, letting it reside there for a while as she took the sensation in, before sliding it down slowly and gently, though to her, it was temptation. This was suppose to kind of punish the pink haired man, yet she also got herself, as this didn't help with her passion for him. In due time, she took it back, pausing as she stared at him for while deeply, before shifting her eyes down to the food, dabbing it into it.

Marluxia just shook his head at the act. He was well-bred in the mind to know why she did it in front of him, but she wished she really didn't. Just the fact that she went forward to annoy him, did[/I[ bother him, made it less hurtful, to know that it was not that meaningful, yet there was a point where he just didn't enjoy seeing her touch another man, no matter what the reason. Seething to himself, as his lips formed into a thin line, trying not to clench his hands into fists, he simply grabbed the gravy, not willing to show how he was affected, and poured it to his potatoes, his eyes catching Larxene's own for a split second, before the awkward, thick tension was realized between the three. Despite this, no matter what she did, he was glad on his actions on Axel. He didn't like the man, and he didn't have to act like he did.

This was definitely awkward, however.

Putting back the cup with the sauce, he began to ponder on what she saw in him. Yeah, he was handsome perhaps, he would not really know, yet most of the members, considering female reaction, could be the same as well. She also made a point, Axel was quite slim, while he obviously had the better body, built and strong, so why was it she wanted to pass her hands on his than him? He took care of her and showed how much he meant to him by giving her the space and time, as well as staying by her side. Was he missing a ingredient? Or was it that Axel won her before him?