http://faithxhealer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] faithxhealer.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-07-25 10:34 pm

The Morning After [Completed]

Characters: Laharl, Etna, Flonne, Ivan, Carpet
Content: Ivan and Etna discover that Flonne found Laharl last night. Much Q&A ensues, as well as a great lot of relief.
Setting: Actua Are (J7)
Time: Morning
Warnings: HOMG FLUFF!

Flonne was having a wonderful dream. In it, she had found Laharl. Sure, he had been hurt, but a quick heal spell had fixed that. They had made it back to the hotel room, and she'd fallen asleep just across the bed from him. In fact, if she reached out, she could touch him.

It had been such a good dream, but it was over, Flonne knew as she awoke to the morning sun strewn across the bed. It was just too bad it wasn't real. Yawning and stretching, she rolled over, not expecting her hand to come in contact with something soft and warm.

Her eyes flew open, taking in the sight of her hand resting lightly on Laharl's cheek, the rest of him burrowed deeply in the blankets on the bed. So it hadn't been a dream..."Laharl," she breathed, hardly daring to move. It was real...he was here...her face split into a wide smile and she jumped off the bed, intending to tell everybody the good news.

Unfortunately for Flonne, natural clumsiness prevailed and tangled her in the blankets. Instead of her happy jump, she tumbled off the bed with a loud, surprised squeak.

[identity profile] sparkplasma.livejournal.com 2007-08-20 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ivan frowned; Laharl's answer confused him more than it helped anything. The way he and Flonne said it, it didn't sound as if they were speaking metaphorically... but he'd never heard of darkness being treated like an actual substance before, it was just the absence of light. Wasn't it? He had never given the subject any thought, to be honest.

There had to be a better explanation for this out there somewhere, but... Laharl clearly didn't have it, so it'd be useless (and kind of cruel) to press the matter now. Contemplatively, Ivan put a hand to his chin. The demon overlord had escaped, but he was a demon overlord. Whatever these people in black coats had done to him, were they still doing it to the others? With some guilt, he remembered Syaoran and Bloo, and the list that Timon had posted a while back. Those people were all still in danger - if they were even alive. They couldn't quit looking now.

His mind began racing through possibilities of what to do next, so much so that he inadvertently zoned out from the rest of the conversation. There was that festival tomorrow...