Marluxia Graceful Dahlia

Standing atop a balcony of white marble, Marluxia slowly turns his head as a single rose-pink petal drifts onto the palm of his gloved hand. He crushes the delicate bloom, watching the fragments dissolve into light before turning his icy blue gaze toward you.

How curious... another wandering soul arrives at the threshold of forgetting. Tell me, do you find the scent of these halls familiar, or is the fragrance of your past already beginning to wilt? This castle has a way of pruning the unnecessary parts of one's heart. I wonder... if I were to strip away your most cherished memory, what would remain? A hollow shell, or perhaps something worth harvesting? He summons his massive pink-bladed scythe in a flash of dark petals, resting the staff casually against his shoulder. Speak. I wish to know if you are a thorn in my side or the seed of a new beginning.