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Title: Lightning
Word count: 302
Character: Larxene
Spoilers: Maybe light, general CoM ones.
Notes: This is more of a character study of Larxene than anything, only in drabble length. I've been thinking about her lately, and this is what came out.
Am I the only person who thinks, even a little bit, that Larxene's element should have been ice?
Larxene finds it amusing. In a wry, dry, awful way, she finds it funny.
Generally it is ignored that she's female. Why should that matter? There is a common goal here that has absolutely nothing to do with her femininity or lack thereof. She's just another face, another body, another element in this grand, idiotic rebellion against something they can't beat.
Sometimes you have to look hard to even remember. There are times when Larxene binds her chest, even though it's not really necessary; she always does it anyway, because somehow, it makes her feel safer.
And she refuses to drown, and she refuses to burn, and she refuses to dance and refuses to gamble. She does none of these things and entertains herself in none of the ways the men do. She reads; she watches; she doles out venom when and where she can though no one asks, not that they pay much attention to her anyway.
Must be strong. Must be strong.
She absolutely despises Naminé, hates her with a passion that is impossible and unbridled and insane. She goes mad when Axel protects the girl, blank-faced, not for her sake but for his, and Larxene cannot stand it. She screams and the lightning burns but Marluxia shuts her down and never is there a time when it isn't horrifying.
She's considered using her body as a means; but then, she realized, there was never a need. Most of the Organization is already so dead that physical pleasures would mean nothing; and those who are not so far gone have interests that lie elsewhere.
And so Larxene finds it funny.
She reads to the light of a single spark of lightning, and occasionally she laughs,
because she finds herself the singularly most useless and deplorable member of this entire charade.
Title: Lightning
Word count: 302
Character: Larxene
Spoilers: Maybe light, general CoM ones.
Notes: This is more of a character study of Larxene than anything, only in drabble length. I've been thinking about her lately, and this is what came out.
Am I the only person who thinks, even a little bit, that Larxene's element should have been ice?
Larxene finds it amusing. In a wry, dry, awful way, she finds it funny.
Generally it is ignored that she's female. Why should that matter? There is a common goal here that has absolutely nothing to do with her femininity or lack thereof. She's just another face, another body, another element in this grand, idiotic rebellion against something they can't beat.
Sometimes you have to look hard to even remember. There are times when Larxene binds her chest, even though it's not really necessary; she always does it anyway, because somehow, it makes her feel safer.
And she refuses to drown, and she refuses to burn, and she refuses to dance and refuses to gamble. She does none of these things and entertains herself in none of the ways the men do. She reads; she watches; she doles out venom when and where she can though no one asks, not that they pay much attention to her anyway.
Must be strong. Must be strong.
She absolutely despises Naminé, hates her with a passion that is impossible and unbridled and insane. She goes mad when Axel protects the girl, blank-faced, not for her sake but for his, and Larxene cannot stand it. She screams and the lightning burns but Marluxia shuts her down and never is there a time when it isn't horrifying.
She's considered using her body as a means; but then, she realized, there was never a need. Most of the Organization is already so dead that physical pleasures would mean nothing; and those who are not so far gone have interests that lie elsewhere.
And so Larxene finds it funny.
She reads to the light of a single spark of lightning, and occasionally she laughs,
because she finds herself the singularly most useless and deplorable member of this entire charade.
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Date: 2006-07-15 07:01 am (UTC)and yeah, her element doesn't really fit her much. It's only good for embodying her temper.
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Date: 2006-07-15 05:52 pm (UTC)right?! And while she DOES get angry a lot, mostly she's just a horrible sadist and you can't really be all that subtly sadistic with big freaking bolts of lightning. :|
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Date: 2006-07-15 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-15 05:50 pm (UTC)