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Blackberry and Basil

Noxen stood behind Marluxia, watching him as he watered his garden. The short catgirl-nobody wasn’t really too fond of Marluxia’s garden, seeing that he’d treat them the way she wanted him to treat her. Noxen would often find it silly that she’d be jealous of fancy looking plants, I mean, who’d be jealous of a plant?

Noxen would. Always attempting to get Marluxia’s attention and almost always failing miserably, resulting to torn pillows and a few other broken objects in the girl’s room from letting out her frustration. And when Noxen DID succeed in getting his attention, it would only be a 2-second glance then nothing else. Perhaps a remark, but then silence would fill the air again.

Today, Noxen tried again, watching him move on to the next plant.

“Hey, Marluxia…” she started, her arms behind her back as her tail swayed slightly, “what flower do you think I am?”

Marluxia didn’t respond for a while, until he stood up. “…Well, let me think of your personality, from what I’ve seen.”

Noxen’s ears perked up. Was he going to say what she hoped he’d say? Call her beautiful and graceful, like a rose?

Her hopes immediately got crushed when she heard Marluxia start speaking again.

“You seem very envious and spiteful of others; you’re pretty selfish, and kind of pesky.”

Noxen’s ears pressed against her head in both anger and sorrow. Was she really that terrible of a person—no, a nobody?

“And you’re reckless, without thinking you jump to conclusions.”

She wanted to cry.

Marluxia turned to look down at her amber eyes and striped face. “I’d say you’re most like Bramble and Basil.”

“…Bramble?”

“Blackberry, it symbolizes envy, and Basil symbolizes hatred.”

Noxen was truly regretting having asked. Had she known the response would be this…harsh… she would have never asked.

She lowered her head, letting blonde hair cover her eyes. “O-oh…okay th-then,” she stuttered, turning to leave.

Marluxia raised an eyebrow. “Why did you ask, anyways?”

Noxen ignored his question, and then turned as she walked towards the exit, waving half-heartedly. “Seeya some other time.”

In the Wildcat’s room, shattered glass and torn pillows lay on the floor.

-Owari-

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Blackberry and Basil

Noxen stood behind Marluxia, watching him as he watered his garden. The short catgirl-nobody wasn’t really too fond of Marluxia’s garden, seeing that he’d treat them the way she wanted him to treat her. Noxen would often find it silly that she’d be jealous of fancy looking plants, I mean, who’d be jealous of a plant?

Noxen would. Always attempting to get Marluxia’s attention and almost always failing miserably, resulting to torn pillows and a few other broken objects in the girl’s room from letting out her frustration. And when Noxen DID succeed in getting his attention, it would only be a 2-second glance then nothing else. Perhaps a remark, but then silence would fill the air again.

Today, Noxen tried again, watching him move on to the next plant.

“Hey, Marluxia…” she started, her arms behind her back as her tail swayed slightly, “what flower do you think I am?”

Marluxia didn’t respond for a while, until he stood up. “…Well, let me think of your personality, from what I’ve seen.”

Noxen’s ears perked up. Was he going to say what she hoped he’d say? Call her beautiful and graceful, like a rose?

Her hopes immediately got crushed when she heard Marluxia start speaking again.

“You seem very envious and spiteful of others; you’re pretty selfish, and kind of pesky.”

Noxen’s ears pressed against her head in both anger and sorrow. Was she really that terrible of a person—no, a nobody?

“And you’re reckless, without thinking you jump to conclusions.”

She wanted to cry.

Marluxia turned to look down at her amber eyes and striped face. “I’d say you’re most like Bramble and Basil.”

“…Bramble?”

“Blackberry, it symbolizes envy, and Basil symbolizes hatred.”

Noxen was truly regretting having asked. Had she known the response would be this…harsh… she would have never asked.

She lowered her head, letting blonde hair cover her eyes. “O-oh…okay th-then,” she stuttered, turning to leave.

Marluxia raised an eyebrow. “Why did you ask, anyways?”

Noxen ignored his question, and then turned as she walked towards the exit, waving half-heartedly. “Seeya some other time.”

In the Wildcat’s room, shattered glass and torn pillows lay on the floor.

-Owari-

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