Kingdom Hearts } Cold Blooded Fire
Word Count: 431
Genre: Action, Romance
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Ships?: Somebody!Axel/Larxene, implied Somebody!Marluxia/Larxene
Characters: Nelera
→Mentions: Lae and Alumari.
Rating: PG for some brief violence.
Spoilers: None!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: [Done for prompt #11 in my un_love_you claim: "Thought I needed this."]
Yeah, this is... basically my head canon for the three traitors. It's three-thirty here, don't expect me to say interesting stuff.
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
Cold Blooded Fire
She had thought, maybe, over the months of theatre visits and laughing in alleyways and dancing in the rain, that they could get married. There weren’t any laws governing that she couldn’t marry a peasant, thank goodness. Because if there was anything that he was, it was a peasant, spinning his lit torches on stage like there wasn’t the slightest chance of him dropping them.
And maybe they would’ve gotten married. If she didn’t hate him so much. If she didn’t hate the way his eyes lit up and hate the way he countered her words, just to show he had been listening. She hated the way she understood him without understanding and hated the way his hands were always ashy.
She hated him most for believing Duke Alumari’s lies. The ones about the darkness and the ones about who she really hated (loved). He was too good an actor to fall for poison things like that, and maybe she thought, as she fit an arrow into her bow, he never had. Maybe he had tried to use the Duke’s lies to investigate the series of murders that had been plaguing the kingdom.
She didn’t know. Lae was gone, and he had never told her his plan. She thought they had been friends at least.
And the only thing the Princess knew then, that night, right there in the burning city, was that she was alone. You couldn’t trust anyone. Not really. They all end up leaving in the end.
She let the arrow fly as the skies cracked open, sound shaking her veins. The dragon that burned her city turned and roared at the little human that had put a notch in its side. It had green eyes, not like the little shadows that swarmed the streets.
It’s dangerous, what you do, she remembered saying as her horse overtook the wet cobblestones. What if you really did cause the whole theatre to go up in flames?
Princess Nelera grinned as she remembered the answer. I’d keep dancing. If the city’s gonna burn, might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
This time the arrow’s twang was in complete synch with the blue paths of fire in the sky. The dragon’s flames burned the air as it exhaled, but the Princess grinned savagely.
The blue and red came together and exploded in her eyes, swallowing everything in light and heat, like a stained-glass window shattering. But even then, the pieces started to fall, falling into cold that stung her skin. And the story ended.
Yet so began the tale of Larxene.
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Genre: Action, Romance
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Ships?: Somebody!Axel/Larxene, implied Somebody!Marluxia/Larxene
Characters: Nelera
→Mentions: Lae and Alumari.
Rating: PG for some brief violence.
Spoilers: None!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: [Done for prompt #11 in my un_love_you claim: "Thought I needed this."]
Yeah, this is... basically my head canon for the three traitors. It's three-thirty here, don't expect me to say interesting stuff.
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
Cold Blooded Fire
She had thought, maybe, over the months of theatre visits and laughing in alleyways and dancing in the rain, that they could get married. There weren’t any laws governing that she couldn’t marry a peasant, thank goodness. Because if there was anything that he was, it was a peasant, spinning his lit torches on stage like there wasn’t the slightest chance of him dropping them.
And maybe they would’ve gotten married. If she didn’t hate him so much. If she didn’t hate the way his eyes lit up and hate the way he countered her words, just to show he had been listening. She hated the way she understood him without understanding and hated the way his hands were always ashy.
She hated him most for believing Duke Alumari’s lies. The ones about the darkness and the ones about who she really hated (loved). He was too good an actor to fall for poison things like that, and maybe she thought, as she fit an arrow into her bow, he never had. Maybe he had tried to use the Duke’s lies to investigate the series of murders that had been plaguing the kingdom.
She didn’t know. Lae was gone, and he had never told her his plan. She thought they had been friends at least.
And the only thing the Princess knew then, that night, right there in the burning city, was that she was alone. You couldn’t trust anyone. Not really. They all end up leaving in the end.
She let the arrow fly as the skies cracked open, sound shaking her veins. The dragon that burned her city turned and roared at the little human that had put a notch in its side. It had green eyes, not like the little shadows that swarmed the streets.
It’s dangerous, what you do, she remembered saying as her horse overtook the wet cobblestones. What if you really did cause the whole theatre to go up in flames?
Princess Nelera grinned as she remembered the answer. I’d keep dancing. If the city’s gonna burn, might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
This time the arrow’s twang was in complete synch with the blue paths of fire in the sky. The dragon’s flames burned the air as it exhaled, but the Princess grinned savagely.
The blue and red came together and exploded in her eyes, swallowing everything in light and heat, like a stained-glass window shattering. But even then, the pieces started to fall, falling into cold that stung her skin. And the story ended.
Yet so began the tale of Larxene.
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