game over, man, game over

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[Larxene is absolutely furious with herself.

She thought a long shower would calm her nerves, but it hasn't done a thing for her. Now she makes her way to the library instead, where she flops into the nearest armchair and stares blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

At least she was right about him. That has to count for something... but it doesn't change the fact that she broke. However it ended up becoming a competition, she lost.]

(("right about him" = "guessed right that she could get selfishprick off even though she's a chick". She didn't count on it working the other way around too.

EDIT, a year later: Erk. I didn't mean for this plot to come off as homophobic or as a "rape is love" thing. I feel like a horrible person for having fun with it please don't judge me aaaa))

Comments

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[was away getting a book and was going to sit in that armchair, but seeing its occupant, goes to flop down on another one instead.]

Something wrong, Lightning Bug?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[well there's just about the last person she wanted to see, even if he's not the same one.]

No. Go away.

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

Charming as ever.

[nope, not moving. He can't get any reading done out there.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[ignores him, then, but shifts the collar of her coat to hide the livid bruise on her neck]

[a-ccidentalism.livejournal.com]

[ah-ah-ah, already caught that. Ever so subtly snickers behind his book.]

[cabalism.livejournal.com]

[someone silent is sitting nearby, his eyes locked on a book placed in his lap. he looks like he's draped in a large black blanket wrapped in rosary, fingers just barely peeking from the edges.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[glances at him, slightly curious about his unusual robe]

[cabalism.livejournal.com]

[peers over to her, then tilts his head.]

Something wrong?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Besides not being able to get any peace? No.

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

[leaning over her from behind]

Now here's a rarity. Something on your mind, Larx? You aren't maiming things?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[twitches]

Gotta take a break now and then.

[pyromancing.livejournal.com]

[smirk]

Getting out of practice, I bet.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

At maiming? How about I practice on your face?

[shareasky.livejournal.com]

[was in the library simply because he was scoping out the place, not because he, like, reads or anything] . . . You!

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[glaaaare] Keyboy.

[shareasky.livejournal.com]

. . . [hates having to ask you, but knows you'll know who he's talking about] Have you seen my Riku or Kairi around?

she's not DDD-verse here :)

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

There's been so many of them that I honestly couldn't tell.

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[already there. Larxene's "graceful" landing on an armchair makes him raise an eyebrow. But he continues reading. Choice of the day? Sartre's "No Exit." The words are said in a nonchalant, faintly knowing tone:]

What happened?

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[She should probably grab a book, if only to get people to quit bothering her.]

Nothing. Don't think I've read that one, how is it?

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

Decent. You would like the character of Inez, I believe.

[totally serious. Inez is a lesbian in that play, but also quite cruel.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I would.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[have an Axel leaning against the nearby bookshelf, a lazy smirk on his lips]

Well well~

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[glaaaare]

Back for more, are you?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[summons a dancing fireball to his hand, toying with it]

Like you could handle it.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

I think we both know the answer to that.

[picks up a book off a nearby table and pretends to be absorbed in reading]