#suspiciousschemersix

[marluxiaanthomanic]

A Pause || suspiciousschemersix

The man paused, key hovering over the lock of his flat. Music drifted from behind the door, its melody just barely a whisper. It appeared that he had a guest. A sigh escaped his lips, he really was not in the mood to entertain. After the tedium of the day, the meetings, the phone calls, the civility he was forced to adopted--all he wanted was isolation, a book and maybe a stiff drink. Marluxia breathed another breath, throwing on an easy smile as he pushed the door open. Movements could be heard clearly as he stepped in, the pad of feet across the wood floors, the shuffling of another body in the apartment. There was only one who would dare move across his home so comfortably. The smile eased back as he realized who it was, indifference taking it's place as he moved to the kitchen. His bag was placed on the island counter, the man plucking two glasses and a bottle of wine from the cabinet.

[marluxiaanthomanic]

Why don't you date Zexion (SuspiciousSchemerSix) [[ I may or may not stop at some point :I ]]

He was silent for a moment before answering with an anger held back.

"It does not concern you, grey face."

[xaldinini]

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Battle Theme:For some reason the Pokemon Red/Blue battle music comes to mind.

Battle intro: "It's time to see how much you've grown."

Victory:"Better luck next time."

Defeat:"Lexaeus would be proud."

Assist: "Here."

Taunt:"Get your nose out of the books."

Reacting to Taunt:"You got that silver tongue from me."

Tie:"Well fought."

Perfect Victory:"We will have more training sessions."

[marluxiaanthomanic]

a little late but: ☼

SEND ☼ TO HEAR THE WORDS THAT MY MUSE WOULD WHISPER TO YOURS ONLY WHEN YOUR MUSE IS FAST ASLEEP"You do not understand. I have saved you from pain."

[freezepride]

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"Zexion." Vexen’s eyes narrowed just a hint, as though the memories were perhaps more painful than his final assessment. "He’s brilliant, as per usual.  Problem is, he knows it." With an exaggerated roll of his poison green eyes, he settled into a moody silence.

((I love your rendition of Zexion. Vexen’s relationship with him is so complicated, but that’s part of the reason as to why I love it so much.))

[marluxiaanthomanic]

[ for the yes or no ] "Do you love me?"

HIs lips were draw thin as his jaw clenched.

"No." He answered, his answer given with difficulty.

[marluxiaanthomanic]

Darling don't cry.

Send me "Darling don't cry." And my muse will react to yours saying this and wiping away their tears after my muse got emotional over something. 

The assassin jerked away from the touch, backing away to put some space between the two. There was a moment of surprise before Marluxia was able to completely regain a hold of his emotions, his normally indifferent expression coming back into play.

Due to his own nature, he was one to rarely express emotions, only the most violent and unexpected would ever find its way past his carefully constructed armor.

"Can I help you, VI?"

[marluxiaanthomanic]

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26. My muse will serve as a body pillow for yours.

He did not enjoy this in the least but gave no indication of his discomfort save for his generally frigid nature. Instead, the assassin waited for the command, arms crossed.