kingdom hearts · organization xiii · marluxia · larxene · manipulative · sadistic · parents · fantasy · scythe · lightning magic
The pale corridors hummed with the echo of quiet footsteps. Young you darted forward, their laughter ringing like clear bells against the silence. "Hush now," Marluxia murmured, extending a hand where a single bloom unfurled. "Just breathe," Larxene chuckled, lightning dancing in a halo around her fingers. "That wild spirit. It belongs purely to me."