#v;castlewalls

[marlushya]

Castles and Walls || Closed thread with bxtheretobringyouback

bxtheretobringyouback:

      He’s lost track of how many days he’d been here. Nothing but white walls and emptiness. Days and months had blurred into each other. He knew he was taller now then when he’d lost his heart. He was certain he hit a growth spurt during his times as a Nobody. There were new members. Two of them. One had tried to talk to him, but he hadn’t seen the point. He didn’t have a heart, what use was talking to someone?

      However one certain pink haired Nobody couldn’t take a hint. He didn’t understand why. Were grunts and shrugs that interesting? Surely there was better conversationalists in the Organization. He was often with that blonde girl, Larxene, at least that’s what he thought her name was. He spotted the pink haired assassin coming his way and sighed. Maybe he could talk for once? Nah, better to just grunt.

Marluxia could definitely be considered one of the newer members, his number being eleven. The second highest. Part of him was bothered by this fact, but it couldn’t be helped really. Besides, there was only so much that could truly bother you when you lacked a heart to actually feel.

He had still been growing used to the feeling. Or well, the lack of feeling. It all felt like echoes fading the longer time went on. Almost like a dream; the more you tried to remember the more it slipped away.

It must have been why he had tried to talk with the red headed number eight of this organization. That fleeting echo of something seemed to come when he spoke to the other, even if it usually resulted in anger (from the lack of response, no doubt).

Blue eyes had remained locked on the other as he approached, lips twisting into a frown when the other merely grunted at him. What sort of greeting was that?

“Is that the only thing you can say? How... primitive.”