Marluxia describes it this way: there are two thrones in his hall, and they are occupied. He is on one, his queen on the other. There is also a boy in this hall. He sits at Marluxia's feet and he listens and he learns, mentored at arm's length from his royal father and mother. Someday the boy will take a throne, but that day is far in the future, and there can always be another boy, if it should come to that.
Larxene liked it when Marluxia said it, but many things sounded appealing when Marluxia said them, and in practice she wasn't sure she trusted him. When he took Roxas under his wing with a paternal benevolence, she was very aware of the possibility that Roxas would be the new favorite, get all of Marluxia's favor and attention, and that-- she wouldn't bear that, not after all they'd done as a team. That would not be allowed. In her mind she was already thinking up ways to get rid of the problem... most of them violent, and cruel, and messy. With Roxas gone, she was certain that Marluxia would understand why and remedy his mistake.
But he was cleverer than she'd credited, her king. When Larxene wanted him, Marluxia was there. When Larxene needed reassurance and pretty words, Marluxia was there. And when she wanted something, Marluxia gave it to her, whatever else he might have been doing. Roxas was there, yes, but he was at arm's length. Marluxia expected him to learn independently, without constant guidance, and if he didn't... 'there could always be another boy,' right?
Larxene grew comfortable with the new hierarchy, more secure, and Roxas became... an amusement, rather than a rival. If Marluxia was so set on the father role, perhaps she should take up the mother role?
"Come here," she said one day when she was bored, and Roxas approached her, eyes shadowed. There was something entertaining about it; lounging on the bed, playing at being concerned. "How was your day?"
Roxas said simply, "I have nothing to complain about."
Smart boy. Larxene purred, "And your education?"
"Marluxia--"
"Ah ah ah," she scolded, and waited.
"...The Superior says that soon, he may be interested in appointing me lieutenant general of our storm forces," Roxas told her, his gaze on hers.
Under me! Her lips stretched into a grin. "That will be a good day for us all," she said, sweetly, and beckoned him closer. She was in a good mood and wanted someone to share it with, and Marluxia was, sadly, not present at the moment.
When Roxas was standing by the side of her divan, Larxene grabbed his coat and pulled him down closer to her. "You may have a kiss for your reward," she announced, and crushed her lips to his.
She didn't know much about being a mother, but this wasn't so bad.
Larxene/Marluxia, Larxene/Roxas: "Serve the Queen"
Marluxia describes it this way: there are two thrones in his hall, and they are occupied. He is on one, his queen on the other. There is also a boy in this hall. He sits at Marluxia's feet and he listens and he learns, mentored at arm's length from his royal father and mother. Someday the boy will take a throne, but that day is far in the future, and there can always be another boy, if it should come to that.
Larxene liked it when Marluxia said it, but many things sounded appealing when Marluxia said them, and in practice she wasn't sure she trusted him. When he took Roxas under his wing with a paternal benevolence, she was very aware of the possibility that Roxas would be the new favorite, get all of Marluxia's favor and attention, and that-- she wouldn't bear that, not after all they'd done as a team. That would not be allowed. In her mind she was already thinking up ways to get rid of the problem... most of them violent, and cruel, and messy. With Roxas gone, she was certain that Marluxia would understand why and remedy his mistake.
But he was cleverer than she'd credited, her king. When Larxene wanted him, Marluxia was there. When Larxene needed reassurance and pretty words, Marluxia was there. And when she wanted something, Marluxia gave it to her, whatever else he might have been doing. Roxas was there, yes, but he was at arm's length. Marluxia expected him to learn independently, without constant guidance, and if he didn't... 'there could always be another boy,' right?
Larxene grew comfortable with the new hierarchy, more secure, and Roxas became... an amusement, rather than a rival. If Marluxia was so set on the father role, perhaps she should take up the mother role?
"Come here," she said one day when she was bored, and Roxas approached her, eyes shadowed. There was something entertaining about it; lounging on the bed, playing at being concerned. "How was your day?"
Roxas said simply, "I have nothing to complain about."
Smart boy. Larxene purred, "And your education?"
"Marluxia--"
"Ah ah ah," she scolded, and waited.
"...The Superior says that soon, he may be interested in appointing me lieutenant general of our storm forces," Roxas told her, his gaze on hers.
Under me! Her lips stretched into a grin. "That will be a good day for us all," she said, sweetly, and beckoned him closer. She was in a good mood and wanted someone to share it with, and Marluxia was, sadly, not present at the moment.
When Roxas was standing by the side of her divan, Larxene grabbed his coat and pulled him down closer to her. "You may have a kiss for your reward," she announced, and crushed her lips to his.
She didn't know much about being a mother, but this wasn't so bad.