Title: Lobelia
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Claim: Organization XIII
Theme: #85 Creation
Word Count: 373
Rating: K
Summary: In which Marluxia and Roxas discuss flowers
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“Is there a reason, number thirteen, that you’re watching me?”
Roxas stiffened, before emerging from behind the hedge he’d been hiding behind, to see Marluxia’s back facing him, and said Nobody lovingly talking to a dark purple flower. “How could you see me?”
The pink-haired nobody (though debates could go on for hours whether it was pink, or just light brown) turned, a smirk on his face. “I couldn’t,” he responded, before facing the flower again. “Is there any reason you’re out here, though?”
The blond exhaled softly, before digging his toe into the ground. Noticing Marluxia’s wincing, he stopped, but the frown didn’t cease. “I just …” Roxas shook his head. “Never mind.”
“You just what?” Marluxia repeated, setting down his watering can; his eyebrow rose. “Feel as if you don’t belong?” He paused for a moment, before adding, “That is, if you could feel, however.” When Roxas gave an annoyed nod, Marluxia gave a slight smile. “Well, look at this plant. What do you think of it?”
Roxas raised his eyebrow. “It’s purple.”
Number eleven sighed; this might be a long process. “Anything else?”
“It’s pretty.”
“But you know nothing about it, correct?” When Roxas shook his head, still confused about what Marluxia was talking about, he just shook his head. “It’s called a Lobelia -Lobelia erinus is its full name. Although pretty, it’s fairly poisonous if it’s used incorrectly and…”
Roxas blinked. “And?”
Marluxia shrugged. “In flower language, the Lobelia symbolizes malevolence and ill will.” Roxas blinked again, before pointing down to the flower.
“All that from a pretty, purple flower? Yeesh…” Rolling his eyes, Marluxia spoke again.
“Yes. And the point I’m trying to make is that, it doesn’t matter what people believe is on the outside, it’s the inside that matters.”
Roxas nodded, muttering “Oh…” quietly as he stared at the flower. “So, basically, while everyone thinks you’re insane and such, seeing as all you do is stand in your garden, talking to your flowers, you’re really making poisons to get everyone back?”
Marluxia smirked. “Not exactly…but that’s certainly an excellent idea.” Roxas certainly didn’t trust that number eleven hadn’t thought of that before, and made a mental note never to eat anything made by him again.
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