Nov 4, 2016
@gracefulreaper
Cont. From Here
Her brows raise up as her silver eyes narrow at the woman. His mother? Strange, he had never mentioned her or spoke much of his family now that Artemis thought about it. Marluxia has respected her own secrets; and in turn, she has respected his.
Despite her own itching hand, Artemis doesn’t summon the keyblade, her means of comfort and security. Although she is on high guard, the young woman doesn’t need to bare her own teeth just yet. “To visit.” Her answer is short and curt.
