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[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[Marluxia steps out of a portal and into the Dressing Room, his expression settling into a sneer as he pushes back his hood and takes in his surroundings.]

Your illusion fails to amuse me, Zexion.

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[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

As Lord of the Castle, I make it my business. Were you not even going to say hello?

[a slim vine shoots out from his sleeve to wrap around your neck, effectively keeping you from running off as he advances]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Wasn't planning on it, no. And you're no lord of anything in here.

[Tough words, considering he can't run. He's not making any move to pull away yet though.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Is this some ridiculous scheme of your creator's to overthrow me?

[stares down at you and lets the vine tighten around your neck some, enough to dig in yet still let you breathe]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Itching to pull away, but he likes breathing a bit too much.]

Considering you're not in Oblivion anymore, it's unlikely.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[his eyes narrow, his free hand coming up to run fingers through your hair before tightening a grip in it, pulling your head back so you're forced to look at him.]

Just where might I be then, if not my own castle?

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Winces as his hair is pulled, but his glare doesn't waver.]

Maybe you should ask one of the more talkative regulars.

would the mun like some badtouching?

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[smiles cruelly, pulling your hair even more to make you bend backward a bit, knowing it's hard for you to keep your balance without relying on his arm to keep you upright]

You always were better doing other things with your mouth than talking.

the mun will allow a bit, anyway~

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Ohhh keeping his mouth shut tight now. That rebellious glare isn't helping his case any either.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[you aren't as submissive as he's used to, but that just gives him a thrill as he covers your mouth with his, teeth nipping at your lips to get you to open them]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[He's keeping that mouth shut still, trying to turn and pull away now.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[he has ways that could get you to open your mouth, but instead he pulls back a bit, smirking at your discomfort]

Still nothing to say?

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Nothing that wouldn't put him in a worse situation. More glaring, And refusal to open his mouth should that be taken advantage of.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

I'll take your silence as consent, then.

[lets the vine around your neck tighten even more, slowly cutting off your air as he lowers his head again to lick at your lips]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[It's obviously not the smartest move, but he's moving to try and shove Marluxia away now.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[he'll simply switch his position to shove you up against a wall roughly, his hands grabbing your wrists and jerking them up over your head, taking full advantage of his height, treating you the same way he treated his own Riku replica in his world]

Oh yes, do make our little game more fun.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Ow, more wincing when he's pushed into the wall. He's rather spiteful today, and much more rebellious than usual when he gets assaulted by some sadist or another. Might be evident from the spitting in your face just now.]

Go find some other Riku to mess with.

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[wipes the spit away, then reaches out to grasp his scythe as it shimmers into view, bringing it up under your chin]

Why should I, when I have a perfectly good one right here?

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Tilts his head up, trying to move away from that blade.]

Because you assume you know all the abilities of who you're messing with when you don't.

[But for now he'll settle for cheap shots. Hello knee aimed for your groin!]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

Ngh!

[oh dammit. His replica never tried that stunt with him before so it's definitely caught him off-guard, his scythe grazing your shoulder before disappearing in a shower of petals as he bends in pain]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Pulling away now, just trying to get some distance between the two of them. He's not that quick though, so if Marluxia recovers too fast, well.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[not quite recovered, but angry enough give the vines still around your neck a sharp tug, grabbing and yanking you back to slam into the wall again, quickly looping and knotting the excess vine around a light fixture high on the wall to form a sort of noose, forcing you to stand on your toes if you want any air at all]

I find I have little use for the likes of you.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[He's relieved to hear that, especially now that he's in even more of a precarious position. Chances are he wouldn't be able to pull that again, and Marluxia could probably keep him from pulling any other tricks though. For now, he'll just tug on that vine and try to free himself.]

[thornpricked.livejournal.com]

[good luck with getting free, his vines tend to be pretty strong. yes, he's just going to leave you there like that for anyone to find.]