Laharl's eyes only had a brief moment to widen before he had Flonne colliding into him and he found himself toppling backwards from the force. Automatically his arms found their way around her, one around her waist and the other over her shoulder and bent up over the crown of her head protectively as he fell hard onto his back with a grunt.
It took a moment to register what had happened. He heard... Etna? And saw out of the corner of his eye the dark trails of Larxene's portal vanish. Damnit, she got away. Oh well, whatever, there were more important things. Like dealing with the weeping fallen angel, laying on top of him.
He could feel her tears on his neck as he held her, and he continued to lay there for several long moments simply doing so as he finally had a moment to let out a sigh of relief. She was safe now. Hurt, but safe. No thanks to him, however.... Well, first things first, he had to get them off the ground.
Normally he would have blushed, spluttered and more likely than not have simply spazzed at being in such a position, however her pain filled cries subdued any such inclinations. Slowly Laharl began to move his hand from her head and pushed back her hair. "Flonne?" he mumbled softly after a moment, but didn't wait for a reply, "I'm moving now.... okay?"
Glancing up at Death's offered hand, he shook his head, waving it off, as he could manage fine himself. Shifting his grasp around her, he carefully eased her partially to the ground as he rolled to his side then moved onto his knees, but still held her head and shoulders up against him. Reaching for his cloak, he quickly pulled it off and wrapped it around her. That done, he slid his other arm beneath her knees and scooped her up like she weighed nothing, rising to his feet quite easily from there.
"No way," Laharl replied Death's suggestion with vehemence, "I trust them as much as I trust Larxene. I just want to get the hell out of here." He felt pretty sure Etna or he could bandage up her arm just as easily as they could, and it would be easier to clean up in a bathroom anyways. No, there was no way they were sticking around. He just wanted to get her far away from here.
Re: 12:45ish (Inside Tent) Cont'd
It took a moment to register what had happened. He heard... Etna? And saw out of the corner of his eye the dark trails of Larxene's portal vanish. Damnit, she got away. Oh well, whatever, there were more important things. Like dealing with the weeping fallen angel, laying on top of him.
He could feel her tears on his neck as he held her, and he continued to lay there for several long moments simply doing so as he finally had a moment to let out a sigh of relief. She was safe now. Hurt, but safe. No thanks to him, however.... Well, first things first, he had to get them off the ground.
Normally he would have blushed, spluttered and more likely than not have simply spazzed at being in such a position, however her pain filled cries subdued any such inclinations. Slowly Laharl began to move his hand from her head and pushed back her hair. "Flonne?" he mumbled softly after a moment, but didn't wait for a reply, "I'm moving now.... okay?"
Glancing up at Death's offered hand, he shook his head, waving it off, as he could manage fine himself. Shifting his grasp around her, he carefully eased her partially to the ground as he rolled to his side then moved onto his knees, but still held her head and shoulders up against him. Reaching for his cloak, he quickly pulled it off and wrapped it around her. That done, he slid his other arm beneath her knees and scooped her up like she weighed nothing, rising to his feet quite easily from there.
"No way," Laharl replied Death's suggestion with vehemence, "I trust them as much as I trust Larxene. I just want to get the hell out of here." He felt pretty sure Etna or he could bandage up her arm just as easily as they could, and it would be easier to clean up in a bathroom anyways. No, there was no way they were sticking around. He just wanted to get her far away from here.