f l a w l e s s

The name's Larxene. As of now, i'm a student at Fantasy High School. See ya there, but remember! It's a closed group. Ya gotta be a student or teacher there to talk to anyone, myself included. Look at my portfolio for more information, guys~

[white-flurry]

[Larxene and Snow]

[white-flurry]

"Blondie, eh? You’re pretty blonde yourself." Snow replied with a smug smile. So she was in the same boat as him then; hanging out until the next class started. He stretched his arms and yawned, peering up into the great blue sky.

He looked at her thoughtfully. He could not remember her name at all. Well, if they were gonna spend their time skipping sitting next to each other, he might as well start a conversation. But before that, he needed to become acquainted with her better. Namely, by knowing her name.

"Sorry, I don’t know your name." he said, almost sheepishly. "I’m Snow by the way; nice to meet you." he stuck out his hand in greeting.

[electroritz]

               Quickly glancing over to his face, and then his hand, Larxene focused her eyes on his own as she extended her hand. Opting for a firm handshake, she slipped her hand into his own, larger hand for a brief shake. Pulling the hand back, she rested her elbows on the tablet, leaning forward slightly and looking to the same undistinguished point in the distance. Confidently, she replied within a few seconds. "Snow, huh? I'm Larxene."                Yeah, she remembered him. "We've got first, second and third period together, right?" When he gets there, anyway. The thought almost provoked a small chuckle from the girl, though she stopped herself before doing so. Her hand fell to her pocket, and upon reaching in she flicked a switch and pulled the earphone from her ear with a slight tug.

[white-flurry]

[Larxene and Snow]

Snow sat on the hard, wooden bench, dreading his next class. Math was just not his thing, and Accounting II was especially boring. He looked out across the school courtyard, watching all the other students pass by, some rushing to their next classes. Maybe he would skip his today…

Someone sat next to him on the bench. He glanced at her, wondering if she was thinking the same thing as him. Snow had seen her in his accounting class before, but he couldn’t remember her name. He really was terrible with names unless he had actually talked to the person at least once. He turned towards her slightly, and spoke up.

"You goin’ to accounting?" he raised an eyebrow and grinned. "I think I’m gonna skip it today." It was less of a "maybe" at this point however; he wasn’t going to go to that class, not today.

[electroritz]

               Slipping one long leg then the other over the wooden bench, even Larxene seating motion was graceful— at least, that was how she saw it. Had she not been wearing skinny jeans that day, the movement could have that of a fluid hop, her athletic physique making movements like that relatively easy, though only when she was wearing suitable attire. Naturally, the stonewashed black skinnies and thin black hoodie were far from suitable.                 Raising a hand to her chin in faux thought, she spoke to the male without turning her head. "I hope that was rhetorical, blondie." Smiling, she looked away. Accounting really was not on her agenda that day. Not that she was in a bad mood— far from it. Her mood was tepid that day. Today just was not a day to be accounting.

[king-xemnas]

[partingipheion]

kh: Larxene - The Savage Nymphby ~MathiaArkoniel

[scarlet-flowers]

Credit: みけ

[spoiler-paradox]

K I N G D O M H E A R T S

"The heart is a mysterious thing, Axel." — Larxene, XII

(nobody project)

[tharraleafotia-deactivated20131]

But do we gain from all this? | ғʜs ᴏᴘᴇɴ

Now, was it worth a life? No , We throw all of our hopes away — And set our dreams aside …

[tharraleafotia-deactivated20131]

Leaning back, Faris felt far from right.

But if she were to lean against her arm propped upon the desk, too, felt so wrong. It was as though she needed to move from where she was, but she knew she needed to read the book. She couldn’t quite fathom her need of motility right then. She had the mindset to study, so then, why couldn’t she focus on the book, pages spread before her, on the wooden desk of the school’s library?

A sigh fell from her lips, unhappiness lucid towards her very own conflicted thoughts. The notion was far from merely conflicted, it was as though she herself couldn’t quite sit down with her very own situation. Perhaps it was due to the lack of events as of late, lack in work to do and all the days had been lately were more absent than ever.

It was driving her crazy.

It wasn’t long before a smirk graced her lips and she dismissed her seat and piled books — closed the open book before she walked towards a ladder, carried it towards the romance novel area (God knows how they had those… At the very least she could entertain herself from reading the erotic chapters.) and climbed up. However, having been hasty, she didn’t set the ladder on a stable ground.

Picking a random book was quite easy, but Faris, being hasty as she often was, took another book and another — to hug them against her chest, until the ladder lost its balance and she found herself falling from the ladder.

As she did, her lips paled and hardly a scream fell by her lips but her heart beat within her chest — almost screaming the vulgar words she so longed to express as she fell.

[electroritz]

               Crisp pages flipped easily between long fingers, betraying their aged appearance. The books themselves were but a few years old, but the sweat at dog-ear habits of various students had only aided in the aging process. A heavy sigh fell from her thin lips, curled slightly downward at the corners. This book was boring her more than it usually did, so she resolved to close it with a distinct thump, which seemed to almost echo through the silence of the library.                Looking up, blue eyes found themselves wandering; first gazing at a girl around her own age, making her way to a ladder; followed by the books that were just past that area. The cushions there looked nice, too. She'd probably make a point of taking one of those on the way past. At that thought, she quickly slipped out of the chair she was in, taking the book between her thumb and index fingers.                Laying the book on a random table behind a pile of textbooks, the blonde used her now-free hands to adjust the hood of her jumper, which draped over her shoulders; baggy and comfortable. Glancing up as she passed the ladder, she saw the same familiar figure pulling books to her chest, and her eyes were hooked once more, though she was aware of the fact this time. It slowed her gliding pace to little more than a halt, and forced her head to cock to the side as she watched the uneasy movements of the ladder she was on top of. Her eyes opened wide as the rocking motion of the ladder suddenly lurched back too far, and the girl appeared to fall from the ladder.                               —Oh, shit.                Unsure what she could even do, her long arms opened into a position she could catch the stranger in, though the closer she came, the more she knew she was going to need to use the cushions below as a crash-landing zone.

[electroritz]

[As you can all tell, this blog is completely unfurnished. I'll work on a graphic and a theme tomorrow after work. 8) Expect to see content and pestering within a few days.]