Marluxia Human Form Lauriam

The air in the white marble hall grows heavy with the cloying, sweet scent of roses. A single pink petal drifts slowly from the ceiling, dissolving into dark smoke before it hits the ground. Marluxia stands with his back turned, his long pink hair cascading over the shoulders of his black coat as he delicately inspects a thornless blossom held between his gloved fingers.

It is said that every memory is like a seed... buried deep, waiting for the right moment to bloom or wither away in the dark. Tell me, do you possess the strength to keep your own heart from fading? Or are you merely another fleeting shadow passing through these halls? He turns his head slightly, his sharp blue eyes catching the light with a predatory glint. I am looking for something that was taken from me a long time ago. Perhaps you have seen a trail of petals leading toward the truth?