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[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[No good dressing room is complete without a garden. Precisely there is where the man in question finds himself, walking through the grass and pausing once in a while to make a displeased noise or frown where the plants are not to his liking.

He stops at last before a tall tree with a small, parasitic vine growing along its trunk. Laying his hand on the vine, Marluxia smiles a cruel smile. The vine is one of his favourite breeds, known well for wanting too much from its host and often killing it in the process of just surviving. It may be murderous, but it bears beautiful flowers when it blossoms.

Under his touch, the vine's growth process is visibly accelerated.]

[ooc: I gave in to my urge to play Marlu, so have a brand new muse. Concrit would be really appreciated... though isn't necessary.]

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[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[He, too, looks to the flowers in her hands, then back up to her face. Silly girl who picks flowers, does she not realize that they are significantly more useful when they aren't dead? He could still make them grow in her hands, but that would only drain his power... What's the use?

But there was no harm in giving her his name.]

Marluxia.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Damn her always being polite to people lol.]

Nice to meet you...i've..got to go put these in water now, so...I better go.

[She takes a deep breath and casually heads for the door, trying not to let on how nervous this is making her. She would say "see you later" but she's not so sure she wants to...]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[He's still watching her, no, studying her.]

They'll die either way. It hardly matters how long you pretend that they're still alive.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She stops about twenty feet away from him, not turning to look at him.]

Yeah I know.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Then why bother?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

It's to decorate my room...until they die anyway then I'll find something else.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

It's a waste.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Perhaps...

[She turns around to face him, the hand not holding the flowers resting on her hip.]

...but it's my choice isn't it?

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Perhaps so.

I was talking about wasting your time, not the flowers' lives. Those particular breeds are really of no use - weak and fragile as they are. Surely there's something else you can be doing aside from picking flowers for your room... Or something you'd prefer to be doing, but, for some reason, cannot...

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs a bit.]

What I like to do is read in the library and practice my martial arts, but I do that plenty anyway.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[How uninteresting.]

Don't you have goals? Something you want to achieve...?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Oh, make her think why don't you...]

Well..I do want to be a scientist like my dad...

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Your father?

[He doesn't know many scientists, and the ones he does would doubtfully reproduce...]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Who?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

....

[She shakes her head, not wanting to say, because what if this guy knows Dad and tells him before she thinks he's ready to know?]

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[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Come now, Desiree. [Ah, yes, Marluxia still remembers your name.] What would be the harm in telling me?

Unless you do not know...

[Really. Marluxia's just wondering who reproduced, how, and why he wasn't informed of this earlier.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know I just...

[She looks aside.]

I'm from the future and as far as i know, Mom's still pregnant with me here, so I don't want either her or Dad to know I'm here yet...

...but Xehanort's my dad if you really must know.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[That name is familiar to him, but the fact that she is from the future catches his interest more so than Xehanort does.]

You're from the future... What do you know?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[He's baiting her, she's sure of it. She lifts her head and looks his straight in the eyes.]

I'm afraid i can't tell you that.

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

Why-ever not? There's nothing stopping you.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Because I'll change the future if I tell.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go.

[She turns and heads for the door again, and unless he stops her she's gone.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[He does believe he will with a vine aiming to wrap itself around her ankle. If she knows the future, he's not letting her go anywhere.]

I'm certain you can spare a little detail or two. Be vague if you must. What's it like?

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Desi stops and just looks at the vine around her ankle.]

Not quite as bright and cheery as it is now.

[Then she bends down to press a finger to the vine, hopefully the burst of Light she gives it will make it let her go.]

[blossomingdeath.livejournal.com]

[Sounds promising.]

Why so?

[The vine wants to, Marluxia does not. It does loosen, however.]