kingdom hearts; larxene/olette
Title: Thorns
Pairing: Larxene/Olette
Summary: She should be content with her life. But she isn't. Written for prompt # 25 Choices at kingdom100.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
She should be content, she knows. She has the best friends a girl could ask for, even if they are guys, loving parents, perfect grades, everything needed for a perfect life.
But she's not. Something's missing, she can feel it. And it's constantly gnawing at her, bothering her, ruining this perfect life.
And then she meets her. Tall, blonde, sharp, brutal. A beauty, filled with cruelty clearly seen in the dim lamplight.
Olette knows she's dangerous the moment she sees her. She knows that she should leave, forget that she ever saw her. She knows that she should leave, that this girl will be nothing more then a thorn stabbing into her perfect life. She should make the smart, expected decision, as she always has.
She knows, but she moves forward anyways.
Sharp nails dig into her arms, a cruel voice hisses threats--no, hisses promises into her ear, and every instinct she has is screaming at her, run run run, but Olette doesn't listen.
And she realizes this, this epitome of brutality, and as she does a wicked, cruel smile spreads. And she whispers, breath hot against her neck, "Come."
And Olette listens.
Pairing: Larxene/Olette
Summary: She should be content with her life. But she isn't. Written for prompt # 25 Choices at kingdom100.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
She should be content, she knows. She has the best friends a girl could ask for, even if they are guys, loving parents, perfect grades, everything needed for a perfect life.
But she's not. Something's missing, she can feel it. And it's constantly gnawing at her, bothering her, ruining this perfect life.
And then she meets her. Tall, blonde, sharp, brutal. A beauty, filled with cruelty clearly seen in the dim lamplight.
Olette knows she's dangerous the moment she sees her. She knows that she should leave, forget that she ever saw her. She knows that she should leave, that this girl will be nothing more then a thorn stabbing into her perfect life. She should make the smart, expected decision, as she always has.
She knows, but she moves forward anyways.
Sharp nails dig into her arms, a cruel voice hisses threats--no, hisses promises into her ear, and every instinct she has is screaming at her, run run run, but Olette doesn't listen.
And she realizes this, this epitome of brutality, and as she does a wicked, cruel smile spreads. And she whispers, breath hot against her neck, "Come."
And Olette listens.