Love in the Snow

*tries desperately to hold back from laughing as it is 11 pm at night* omg that was strange how do you teach a person how to hold a coffee mug

At that instant the fear had turned into anger, her quick temper had got the better of her. She got up onto her feet and started to yell at him, as she didn't care who was around. "Call me an idiot?, you're the one getting wasted, and it was an accident god, you inconsiderate b******", she said without thinking

devon is seriously hated, does axel hate her or was just angry with her

 

"I haven't been here long enough to know any good stores and my mask is in my room but I'm not sure it's a good one." She said and stood up

 

is the meeting still going coz i think the screaming may have interuppted it

 

OOC: Ahh . . . I made you guys wait long enough, my bad. O.o' And you know, what, I actually do have the sketch with me today. :sideways: I'll put it up on the thread after I post. Meanwhile, bask on this song and melody. <3 Some of you are already familiar with it. ^_^-

she IS the singer​

“I see. Then I suppose that we've got to do some serious searching, but first thing is first . . . let me have a look at this mask of yours.” Said Ren, standing up and waiting for Lynn to show her to her room so she could take a look her mask. Ren quickly grabbed the few files and folders she'd set aside while they ate and glanced back the table one last time making sure she was not leaving anything behind.
There seemed to be some kind of a commotion at the front of the store, and there seemed to be a man with deadlocks, in a similar black coat, yelling at some teenage girl about . . . hot chocolate? Ren narrowed her eyes for a moment, wondering what the heck was going on, but of course, it was not her business at the moment, so she turned back her head to Lynn. “Lead the way, hun.”


“B-bas— I have all the right to call you an idiot, you numbskull!” Xaldin clenched his fists tightly. Don't smack her . . . Don't smack her . . . Don't smack her . . . Don't smack her . . . Don't— “You should know better than to hold a damn hot cup without the paper holders! Look at what you did! You burned me and ruined my clothes! Nice going twit.” Why did all the stupidest crap happen only to him?


Axel said nothing when Larxene gave him more food than he actually needed, or wanted. Mainly because he felt the contact between their hands under the plate, and he was distracted. A minute smile, barely visible, came to lips as his fingers met with hers, and he cherished this tiny and brief contact while it lasted. When he did finally realize what was on his 'plate' he only looked at it in awe and it was not that he could not eat what was given to him, Axel, was actually a big eater, eating and gulping down anything and everything which was edible. It truly was a mystery as to how he managed to stay so slim and fit. Axel brought the plate back on his lap and stared at it some more, because, for once in his life, he really was not hungry. He was momentarily lost, gazing at the crispy bread crumbs on the fried chicken until Larxene's threat broke into his thoughts. Okey . . . sure, he'll finish his portion, no problem, he thought. It was not the food he was having problems with, he was just spacing out, and after acknowledging Larxene's little threat, he was out again, with a fork at hand, staring at his food.
What broke his thoughts was Larxene, again, but this time, it was the touch of her hands. He jumped slightly finding the woman's hands on his cheeks, caressing him, tenderly and lovingly. That . . . really was unexpected, he thought, and he stared at her face for the entire time she caressed his cheek. Of course he didn't mind this little contact, but was rather intrigued that she'd suddenly had the urge touch him. She held onto him for a moment, then gazed at him, only to return to her food. Axel wondered what may have caused this strange action from Larxene, as she was not the touchy-feely gal, but of course, he did not mind. Her touch had once again sent a shiver of elation down his spine, rasing the hair in his neck, and he wanted nothing more than to taste her lips again . . . not caring who was present in the room. For a moment, he almost did . . . but how he held himself back, he had no idea.
Marluxia was rather quiet on the other side. He seemed to keep to himself and did not utter a single word . . . enough to let Axel know that Larxene's actions was ticking him, and he only smirked. Axel waited until Marluxia had taken his share of the gravy and after the man, he reached in grabbed the cup for himself. He poured some extra gravy onto this mashed potatoes [he loved gravy], and replaced the cup back to its spot on the tray. The room was in utter silence at the moment . . . not awkward, but just a strange and utter silence. Axel dabbed his fork into the soft mashed potatoes and took a mouthful, delicious. He eyed everyone, all seemed to be lost in thought, and quiet . . . reminded him of the quote: “Don't bother me, I'm eating.”

OOC: Ok, I've got no idea wtf I wrote for him . . . totally random.

 

lol you made me wait - nobody else replied

"I've already said I was sorry, or can't a big man like yourself take an apology", she said smirking

 

She took a glance at the people before looking back to Ren and nodded. "Right this way the." She said before leading her to her room

 

OOC: http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?p=1769512#post1769512 There you are, er . . . there she is, Larxene in a dress and with long hair. O.o' So . . . Yeah . . . :sideways: I like her dress. xD


Xaldin breathed hard, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. There really was no point in arguing with the girl, not to mention they both had caught quite a few eyes in the Café, peering at them in awe and surprise. Xaldin Sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He's got to end this now, before he really loses his temper . . . maybe he'll turn her into a heartless before they left the resort, for spilling the hot chocolate on his, and for talking back to him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.†He waved one of his hands, cutting her off. “Just watch it next time . . . and you're very rude, learn some manners girl.â€


“Let's go.†She smiled, following Lynn out of the Café. As Ren followed Lynn out of the Café Ren looked at the girl and the man in the black trench coat once more. She'd recognized the girl, but where had she seen her? And the man . . . there was something familiar about his attire, she thought. Oh! That's right! He wore the same clothing as Marluxia and Zexion, when they'd come portaling into her room last night! Was he familiar with them? How was Larxene doing? Was she okey? Questions filled her mind as she walked behind Lynn. She'd should give a little checkup on Larxene later, if she had the time.


OOC: Got to post something than just an OOC. xD

 

ooc Very pretty!

She opened the door to her room when they got there and waited for Ren to go in first

 

OOC: Oooooh, I wonder what that song is xP. And yay for sketch! I'm going to go reply there. It looks awesome though. Yet, if you have no idea what you're writing, neither do I. Though it did make sense. I disagree with Axel about Larxene not being the touchy feely type, I mean, Naminé and real Axel will protest. Maybe Repliku :O....xD.

Larxene just took a bite out of her gravy filled, mashed potatoes, feeling a bit in the "middle" of things. Literally. Crunching on her fried chicken with surprising etiquette, she tried to disperse this sudden threesome, focusing on eating her food as quickly as possible, but slow enough so it will digest well. Watching the two males eat awkwardly from the corner of her eyes, she took on another bite, the silence annoying and bothering her. And the worse part was, that a few minutes past like this, then more, until she was already halfway into finishing her lunch, and from there, her patience ran thin as she clamped her teeth into the fork roughly as she tasted her potatoes, and it didn'r damage miraculously, considering her teeth were particularly strong. Amazing dental hygiene. It came to the point where she was figuring out what to talk about, which wasted more minutes, and for the hope of ending this, her food went down to her stomach more faster as she picked up the pace, not sure how Axel was exactly doing, and Marluxia sure knew how to take big bites. He was closely done.

"Larxene, what do you find attractive in a man?"

She blinked momentarily. Well, that came out of left field. But thank the almighty Lords above that there's a topic to speak about. Holy. She was nearing insanity with the two stuck at her side, ignoring each other, and just...eating. How boring is that? Might as well eat alone. Larxene didn't like the question, however, but for the sake of keeping this on, she went to raise a eyebrow at the pink haired man, wondering why the interest. "May I ask why?"

"Just curious," Marluxia replied casually as he finished his last piece of food, which was the fried chicken leg. In truth, his mind was still pondering over what the hell she saw in Axel that he didn't have. Was it the pink hair? Maybe the constant flower petals? That was not his fault, it just came out whenever he uses his scythe and threw any kind of power, considering what his element is. Yet, she admitted that she was attracted or liked him at some point, it couldn't be simply looks. He just wanted to find out why she didn't choose him. What made Anorexic any better?

Larxene eyed him blankly, knowing that this was much more than a random question. Was he wondering of what he didn't have that she found magnetic? Thinking of her answer as she went to clean up her "plate", that only needed a bit more bites to be swiped off and buried in her stomach, she dug deep into her likes. Chewing, she waited until she gulped, and headed to look seriously and understandably at him, licking her lips as she opened her mouth to respond, "What do I find attractive? Well, I like humor....along with sarcasm and wit, I find that charming, I suppose. Of course, has to be good looking, I'm not going to be seen with some ugly crap. Good aesthetics are a must for me, is a turn off otherwise. At least cute. Has to be smart, some level of intelligence, in some way wise about a certain aspect...I'm prone to street savoire faire. Someone who knows how to survive. As for body...hmm, well, to be honest, as long as they have muscles and abs and don't have a beer belly or are fat, I'm good. Of course, I would want them to be strong as well, able to defend and protect themselves, as well as myself when they wrong talk me, not stand back and let me handle the insults. I wouldn't want to see myself saving their a** from getting kicked either. Oh, and is a plus if a man is well-endowed, gifted, if you know what I mean. Admittingly, I love that. What women doesn't, really? Of course, not that I know if any of you are lucky...yet."

Her eyes fluttered to Axel in a nano second at that, hinting at what she desired, though it was so fast, it was like it wasn't even there. She also took a break, taking her time to eat one more bite before continuing, needing water. Marluxia didn't bring anything to drink. Did he even know what he was doing when he was getting the food? Or was he too busy acting like Speedy Gonzalez? "Personality, other than the humor, I like...one who's outgoing, isn't afraid to try new things, I like bravery, snarkiness, has to be kind, I guess, dominant...you see, while having a guy whipped and have them be your 'Yes' man is fun and all for your amusement, it gets old real quick. I know. I mean, there has to be spice, heat, someone who dares talk back to me...though I'm getting a bit over myself. Basically, someone who will take me for who I am...or whoever can handle me."

She smirked deviously at that to herself. Now finished, with both her food and description, she tilted her head slightly at Marluxia, studying him deeply. Leaning towards him, she slipped a arm around his shoulders, her face scouting his own. "Good enough for you? But you know, you're not bad yourself, I did like you, is just...things change. You still mean something to me...more after you showed just how much you really care."

She knew it sounded sappy, but she's been sounding like that for quite a time now. Might as well say what she needed to say.

Marluxia scoffed at that quietly, though believing her from the way she was staring at him, and much from her touch. At least she was appreciating what he had done for her. No matter what she said though, she was taken, it was kind of over. That's what made it all moot to him in the end. Most of what she said fitted him, yet Axel was more into those traits than he was, if not, all of them. Then again, he really didn't know how Axel was thoroughly. So...it was personality...too bad he wasn't what she mostly described. He should've taken the chance when she showed the signs, then perhaps, he wouldn't be in this predicament where he had to watch her love another man.

Zexion turned another page in his book, smelling the scent of good food coming from Larxene's room, and his stomach growled in response. Which is why he walking towards the café for a while, or rather, the restaurant where the free buffet was.

OOC:...just wanted Zexion to appear, lol xD.

 

OOC: "Yay" for that sketch too! And for the new ideas you gave me! ;) And for the touchy-feely thing, like I'd said, I didn't know wtf I was writing. :sweatdrop:


“Thanks†Ren smiled entering Lynn's room. It was just as big and well put together as her room. It was obviously one of the V.I.P. Suites. The room was decorated beautifully, and Ren walked in, stopping in the middle of the room, waiting for Lynn to come inside. “It must be tedious for you to take care of all this by yourself.â€

One bite after another, Axel took mouthful of mashed potatoes from his so-called plate, still in silence, and the time seeming to pass by extra slow. He wished for the silence to end, but not a single thought came to mind as to how to end it. He'd find himself staring at the plate, his food, contemplating what he should say, and yet, there was nothing, and he'd take a bite of his chicken, even the crunch of the breadcrumbs under his teeth seemed to be the loudest noise in the room. He looked up for a moment, as the sound, but his mind once more drifting into space, thinking of something to say. His eyes were only fixed on two things for the entire time, his 'plate' and Larxene. Between every two or three bites, his eyes would shift to the woman next to her.
Everyone was awkwardly quiet, and Axel felt strange, staying quiet for this long, without uttering a single word, which was unusual, for he usually had something to say, whether if it was appropriate or not at the time. Looking at the environment in the room, he lost his tongue again, and sighing, he took another bite of his chicken. His eyes shifted to Larxene once more, and she seemed to be just as bothered with the silence as he was, and he could probably say the same for Marluxia. What the hell can you say to break a long and awkward silen—
Marluxia broke his thought, with his strange, yet intriguing question. Not a good choice of question, or subject, but it was interesting, and it was enough to break the terrible silence. Good enough! Axel, now almost finished with his food, looked up at Larxene, anticipating her answer. Taking a moment, Larxene did answer, and he listened carefully. It was interesting how every single word she uttered seemed to match him perfectly, and he couldn't help but give a cocky smile. Who knew that she was attracted to men such as himself; no one would've known, all those times when they fought over the most useless and pointless things.
". . . yet."
Yet . . . yet . . . yet. Axel caught the small word at the end of her detailed speech and explanation. Oh really now? Then she had yet to see . . . Still saying nothing and smiling wittily, he scooped up the last of the mashed potatoes, savoring the sweet taste of it over his tongue before swallowing it. What he loved the most, was Marluxia's expression, even under that cool, calm and collected look, there was agitation. Axel didn't show any sort of reaction when Larxene wrapped her arms around Marluxia's shoulder, whispering something to him. Axel completely ignored that and placed the empty 'plate' back on the tray. “Those are some quite interesting traits, Larxene.†He said. “Didn't think that you'd go for a man like that, considering, you just described me. I'd have guessed otherwise. You know . . . you trying to always hurt and kill me and all, in the past.â€
“W-what . . . no water?†He looked at the Assassin.

 

She walked in and closed the door behind her. "It's not a big deal. The maids help a lot."

 

"You can talk"

lol bored

 

OOC: Consideirng you didn't know what you were writing, you did a darn good job on it, I'll tell you that xP.

"I only tried to hurt and kill you because you were a painful and irritating thorn at my side, and you needed to die," Larxene replied easily to him before Marluxia could with the water question, her voice filled with poisoned sweetness as she eyed him elusively, yet also contemplating whether he remembered what he had done to her from the first time they met until now. Tinkering with the tray, she placed the plate that held the delicious, scrumptious, spongy and freshly baked, full of chocolatey goodness chocolate cake on top of the other, not even wanting to look at it, before she grabbed a new clean fork, and cut a piece, throwing it in her mouth. She closed her eyes in bliss, this being the best chocolate cake she had ever tasted along with the chocolate icing. Yes, that was one flavor that she utmost appreciated. Opening her eyes again as it melted, a lazy smile on her face, she turned back to Axel to finish her sentence, "However, you were hot, so I was attracted to you, and you appeared quite sexy when you smirked, or said something witty, and from there...well...I guess I fell..."

She whispered the last part to herself, before going back to concentrating on her cake, the idea of what she said recalling back on when she started to feel more for Axel than a Nobody should have. More so, one like her.

"And tt slipped my mind, is not like I'm someone that caters. I'm certain there are bottled waters and sodas in that small fridge," Marluxia pointed to Axel seethingly, referring to the said object that was conveniently hidden beside the bureau. He was annoyed at the redhead now more than ever, flaunting off the fact that the descriptions fitted him, and he wondered if he noticed those were the only positive attributes that you find in a man depending on taste. Well, he was going to make him see it. And the comments Larxene made did not help the situation. "You've forgotten the negative aspects, Axel. You're manipulative, sneaky, mistrusful, cruel, a coward, in my opinion, and I'm surprised you even care about anyone, but yourself and your little 15 year old blond drug. You're disgustign, just as you are charming, and Larxene can do better. Tell me, before all this, would you have even given a damn if you were ordered to kill her for whatever sufficient reason?"

As she chewed, Larxene found herself slowing down, listening closely to what Marluxia was saying, and as she gulped, she lapsed into silence once more, the last question left up in the air like nails on a chalkboard. At least to her. The pink haired man just listed off all the things that she feared that Axel posessed if she ever started a relationship with him, and it only ignited back her doubts from before that were vanquishing, wondering, if he would've cared if she was gone. What made her so different that she was leveled up with Roxas in importance? Those things that were now spilled were true, and she was positive Axel hasn't changed from that darker side, and it made her mind and gut worry over it again. He had his words that he loved her, yet still...would it last? Could he ever backstab her? Her throat closing up, she placed the fork down on the plate gently, a weight placing itself on her shoulders as her breath hitched, her stomach constricted. She should know better, especially after what happened the past few hours, but she was not at rest and confident enough to not let anything sway her at the moment that she was still in decision. What exactly was she setting herself up for? Would it all be a mistake in the end? And then she will end up suffering just as every other time when giving her trust to someone. It was hard to know what Axel was capable of, and now...that fact was drilled into her brain, the faith she had gained over the kiss slowly quivering in weakness, and she felt like she was retracing back to the first step.

For some reason, it was like she was expecting disappointment, and she couldn't make eye contact with Axel as she peered at the dessert in her tray.

 

OOC: Thanks, love. ^_^-


“Oh, well, that certainly makes a lot of things easier.” Ren smiled playing with her hands nervously, for some strange reason. Ren continued to look about the room and decided that the interior was actually well designed. The shape of the room was perfectly made, cleverly too, as the windows were all downwind to the cold winds that came at night, keeping the room warm despite an open window. Clever indeed. The interior decorator had also done a wonder job on this resort. Everything was perfect and seemed expensive, not to mention antique as well. Costly, but it is worth every penny. “So where is this mask of yours? May I see it?”

“W-what?” Xldin narrowed his eyes. “What the hell does that mean!
What in the world was Xldin doing? He was standing in the middle of the café and picking a fight with a teen. Wow . . . What was he to accomplish by arguing with her, a senseless and useless teen. He heart might be useful, but what he was doing now was just stupid. Thinking everything over, he decided to break it all off, as this was getting him nowhere. “Ok, listen little girl, first of all, go learn some manners on how to speak to your elders. Second, make use of these things the next time you feel like holding a cup of hot chocolate with your bare hands.” He said slamming a paper cup holder in her hand.

“Makes sense . . .” Axel answered to Larxene, trailing off for a brief moment, until Marluxia had opened his big mouth. His eye twitched as the words left Marluxia's mouth and an undeniable urge to smack him straight across the face came about him. His lips thinned and he merely looked at the man in disgust. What a slimy git. He was obviously willing to do anything to break the fragile bridge he'd made with Larxene. However, Axel was not going to let that happen, no, he definitely was not going to lose that easily, especially not to him at the most, he'd rather fade back into darkness that lose to the pink b@stard. Unfortunately, Axel did not know exactly what to say either, as Marluxia in a way, did speak some truth in his insult. It was perhaps that half-truth which made Axel angry, for it gave him a sharp pain, and he almost lost his eye contact with the pink haired male. Biting his lips, wondering what he can say to get out of this situation, his eyes shifted to the woman in between all this, Larxene. She, who was happily enjoying her cake had suddenly become mum, and completely motionless as she stared blankly at her plate, lost. A familiar fear returned in Axel, was he going to lose her again? Please . . . not now.
“You say some truth, Marluxia. I won't deny that.” He began, his voice low, eyes concentrating on Larxene, picking his words carefully. “I care of the ones the ones I consider close. It's mine own choice to look after them, and despite my coldness towards her before all this, I always cared, and I didn't find it necessary to reveal anything to anyone. . . unless, you had a problem with it . . .” He smirked, his eyes looking at the Assassin in amusement. “And Larxene can do better? What? You? Haha. Sure, you'd make a good girlfriend for Larxene, and you look like one too.”


OOC: I tried. T_T Still blocked.

 

"Sure." She nodded and went to her dresser. She pulled out her mask, started at it for a breif moment then went over to her and showed it to her

ooc- http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj163/princessdarkphoto/30.jpg

 

Tessa slapped him, "Don't you dare touch me", she said in hot fury

dum dum dum [dramatic music]

 

Marluxia simply chuckled, Axel's petty insult not fazing him. He was only doing so because he got him into a position that was hard for him to explain, and what he said was not going to do it, he knew. That in itself was enough satisfaction, despite the fact that he was not doing it to get at him. "Pink hair or not, I'm more man than you'll ever be. Even a b**** will be better than you. Sure, you care now. Things change, Axel, and I know you're not short on murder either. You're capable of anything if it benefits you."

With that, he stared at the man sternly, narrowing his eyes. "If Larxene is ever to have anyone, not including me, I rather it not be you."

Larxene had began to eat her cake again, just not as earnestly as before, but rather, just wanting to finish it. Her stomach didn't want the sweetness, her body didn't either, yet she was going to ignore it just as she was ignoring the conversation, the dessert disappearing quickly in her mouth as her nerves acted up. Her mind was reeling over and over, about what Axel had said before at night, what they had talked about today, what he and Marluxia were now discussing, and she just didn't know what to do or believe anymore. She was slowly getting sick of this. First, she got hurt physically, only to get stabbed emotionally when Axel had "abandoned" her, which was the worst she had ever felt in her Nobody life, and the closest she had ever felt of being a pitiful and broken human. Then, after that got solved, her lack of trust and uncertainty was getting in the way of admitting her feelings, which were so strong that it killed her. Just because she was afraid...truly afraid of how things will end, and at this very second, Marluxia was reliving the ashes to her openly and the reasons why, along with past experiences. It made her think about how truthful, and with such meaning Axel revealed to her his love, yet...that wasn't really the problem or question, whether he loved her. That was never the problem after she was sure of it when he told her. It was about it lasting, or fading away. It could happen, it always happened, and while some got lucky to have it eternally, she was never lucky. As aforementioned, her whole existence, past or present, was miserable, and she didn't want to make it worse for herself. Axel was obviously unpredictable, and while she accepted who he was and that he won't change, not that she wanted him to for her, it...admittingly frightened her at the same time. He was capable of anything. And once someone has her trust, she'll fall down it hard. As much as she detested it, she was naïve that way.

Feeling a little nauseous at the thoughts, she was done with her last piece of cake as she downed it all, which she had to force down, and grasping the plate tightly as her hands shook while her insides were swirling, she let it go, and went to grab both Axel's and Marluxia's plates silently from them, not looking at any of the males as her lips thinned, and her expression set. Putting it all in the tray, very hard to the point where they all clanked loudly, with some renewed energy that came from the "emotions" she was feeling, she got up, making sure she appeared fine and balanced, before she walked over to the counter with her legs still aching, throwing the tray on the surface there carelessly. The basins were going to be thrown away, and she was going to bring back the tray downstairs herself. Breathing as her eyes stung, staring at the objects for a while, she closed them, wondering why the hell was this so damn hard.

Taking her time as she tried to relax herself, as to not show them her state, she reopened her big, blue doe eyes more resolutely, and with that, she turned around. However, she didn't head towards them...she headed towards the door, wanting them out of her room for the moment. He didn't want them both right now. Still not making contact, she twisted the knob once she reached it, and the door swung ajar, only for her to lean beside it as she held it, as a welcome for them to get the hell out. It was there she finally went to stare at them, in a glare as her eyes came sharp as splintered ice, and her arm mockingly gestured to the hallway, a bitter smile on her face. "Is awaiting you both. I don't want any of you here."

If they were going to this, she didn't want to be in the middle. She didn't want to hear anything.

"Larxene..." Marluxia trailed off, not expecting this and surprised at the reaction that came out of her. She was obviously upset, and he did start to feel a tremor of guilt within him, knowing he did start it, but it was not in ill will. Marluxia really wanted her to know what she was getting into, and he didn't really trust Axel with her either. He did not accept him. Any man would be a better choice, honestly, and while he still wanted her to love him the way he did her, if he was going to lose her, which he already did, it had to be with someone who was right. Axel was a wild card...and he didn't even know exactly how this was going to last. Swallowing hard, as he gazed at her burning eyes, he said genuinely, "I'm sorry..."

She shook her head, aware that Marluxia didn't mean it, and maybe was trying to make her see what she needed to know, though he was still to blame for bringing it up. Yet, she just wanted time alone. She needed to think. She needed the two to get out of her life for a while. Tapping her fingers on the edges, her expression did not change as she seethed, "Leave. I need to change."

 

OOC: ANF, who's Tessa? O.o' Xaldin is not happy. D8


Xaldin stared blankly for a moment, the sting of the slap still lingering on his skin. What the hell was that?! How dare she slap him like this? She will— Rage bubbled inside Xaldin, his eyes narrowed dangerously, his fists in a tight clench, tiny and very discreet swirls and sparks of darkness flew out around his clenched fists as he attempted to hold it all back . . . this truly was not the place, nor time, they were surrounded by humans and he should not do anything rash out here . . . no . . . not now, not yet. The last thing he'd wanted was the revelation of his being. Even after his attempt to hold back his natural reflex and urge to summon his lance so he could finish her off then and there for insulting him in the most impeccable way, that too in public, the air around them rose, a slight breeze suddenly rose from Xaldin's feet, circling him momentarily before spreading throughout the entire café, and no sooner had the wind came, the murmur of the people around them became louder, as they started looking around to see where the chilling wind was coming from albeit all the closed windows.
With a swift move and fury, Xaldin grasped her hands in his tightly, and paced himself out of the café, pulling her behind him. Despite all her struggles he held onto her wrist firmly, which was damn near impossible to open. Xaldin said nothing as he swiftly walked out of the café, away from the public and all the peering eyes and he dragged her out the main doors and out onto the cold snow. Once outside, taking her away from the public eyes, he threw he down onto the snow mercilessly. As she landed on the snow, a purple lance flew past her, digging its sharp edge down on the ground merely an inch away from her.
“That was not wise of you, girl†He uttered these words in a surprisingly calm way, in such a way that it would send shivers up one's spine. His face held no expression as he stared at her as she lay on the ground, and he summoned the rest five of his lances. “I'll have your head for that.†pausing, he whispered the next bit to himself, “ . . . and I'll take your heart too.â€

“Oh wow!†Ren exclaimed taking the tiny mask into her own hands. She traced her fingers over the golden lace, feeling the smooth touch of the black and red cloth surrounding the though interior of the mask. “This is lovely.â€
The mask was beautiful, and images of what sort of a dress that would match with it came rushing through her mind . . . deep red silk, with black velvet lace and designs to cover the rims, and golden lace to border it, and . . .
“I can see it now!!†Ren blurted out randomly.

“Hmph.†Axel turned his head away from the pink haired man looking at his empty plate, as Marluxia continued to throw insults at him. Axel tried his best to let the words pass over his head, but they hit him rather hard. Despite that fact, Axel smirked, looking back at him coldly. “Heh . . . You're one to talk. You aren't fooling anyone either, Marluxia. You don't give a damn about anyone besides yourself, and if you ever did, it was merely for your own benefit. You aren't exactly a prize yourself.†Axel's eyes shifted to the woman sitting in the middle briefly, “You use people to your liking, Marluxia, as long as there's profit involved.â€
Axel paused for a moment, running his hand through his spiky red hair. He looked out the window, as it's flimsy curtain blew to the side by the soft wind outside. He couldn't help but think about what Marluxia was saying, but what worried him was not him insulting him, but rather what was running through Larxene's mind at the moment. Had Marluxia's words had an affect on her, would she turn away from him after this? He feared this most over anything else. His love for her was genuine . . . he knew this well, but did she? He sighed sadly, quietly, his eyes quivered, but he held himself. Turning back towards that insolent man and the woman he loved, he spoke softly, “Who Larxene chooses to be with, is not for you to decide, Marluxia. She has a will of her own, and she can decide what's best for herself.â€
No sooner had he finished his sentence, Larxene finally showed some signs of life, moving and grabbing their 'plates' from them, without making eye contact, placing them in the tray. Axel wanted to call out her name, but he held his tongue . . . something about her told him that it was not the appropriate time to speak. She simply got up, walking to the far counter, she threw the tray atop it carelessly. It was obvious that his and Marluxia's comments had angered her, and his fear of losing her again tugged at his chest. Her stare did not help either, as she looked at them coolly, like a dagger penetrating one's flesh.
The open door stared at him in the face, and he gulped biting his lips, had he said too much? His hands, which were hidden from her eyes, clenched into a fist, collecting his stress there. Please Larxene, don't push me away. Perhaps she needed this time for herself, so he abided to her wish, and he stood up, taking slow, reluctant steps towards the door, recalling the kiss they shared . . . which seemed so long ago. Looking at her with a constant stare, he made his way to the ajar door, stopping in front of Larxene, close, but yet so far . . . close enough to receive her scent once more. Looking at her briefly, his eyes filled with only his love for her, and the lingering fear of losing her quivered in his beautiful jade eyes. He paused in front of her for only a moment, then walking past her, whispering a few words, only for her ears, “I bid you no ill will. Have faith in me, my love.â€
With those words, he walked out her room, leaving behind her alluring aura, the sweet scent, and the distant memory of their kiss, not really giving her a chance to say anythin at all. Taking a few steps, he portaled himself out of the halls, upset with himself.

 

woops see i named devon after my friend and tessa is her sister so yeeaaahhh
it was meant to be devon

XALDIN HAS OFFICIALLY LOST IT!, well we thought he lost it before...

As Devon was being pulled out of the room, she struggled to get free, but was unable too. She was pulled outside and thrown onto a snow, a lance had thrown past her. She felt fear, but wasn't the type to plead and give in, she started to get off the ground. She had an emergency knife in her pocket that she always carried. She started to laugh to herself, 'It's funny how crazy drunks get' she muttered

 

"Why thank you. But what can you see?" She asked while holding her hand out, indacting she wanted the mask back

ooc holly molly she's in for it...scary Xal-Xal