Petals and Thorns // Marluxia and Vexen
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They’ve known each other for years, unfortunately. He tries his best to avoid unsavory people like Vexen, but even he can’t avoid everyone all the time. Chh. The feeling is probably mutual, given their interactions have all been irritating on good days. Marluxia doesn’t usually give half-bloods much thought in his day to day life, but Vexen... Uhg. There’s... Something...
He wishes he could place it, but something leaves the Ravenclaw lingering in his thoughts more often than he’d like, and it pisses him off. No half-blood should have that fucking right. It could be worse, he supposes. Vexen could be horrendously unattractive, or half magical creature, or- Yeah. It could still be worse, but it isn’t. It’s just bad.
They’re stuck patrolling the halls together since several prefects are stuck in the med bay. They’ve done this before, and every fucking time he’s met with nothing but tense, awkward silence from his - what the fuck are they? - acquaintances?? Who the fuck knows. Calling Vexen a peer feels weird, but they’re not friends.
...They could be...
Uhg. There go the disgusting intrusive thoughts again, and Marluxia’s lips curl. In an effort to distract himself he purrs at Vexen, “so, what’s it like being a Ravenclaw? Do you all shove sticks up each other’s asses or is it more of a personal preference?”