paixaorpg | Unexpected Confession Aftermath [Complete]

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Unexpected Confession Aftermath [Complete]

Characters: Laharl and Flonne
Content: After the crazy messageboard events and stuff. :o
Setting: Their hotel room.
Time: Evening?
Warnings: Fluff warning? XD;;;

Why had he let himself get sucked into that whole thing? Why hadn't he just ignored Mid-Boss? All this could have been avoided if he had. Yet, here he was sitting here on the bed beside Flonne looking stunned at everything that had just happened.

Damn Mid-Boss... damn him to hell.

Love. Why did it always damn well come back to love?

Ever since he'd been kidnapped, his mind had been in turmoil. His parents, Etna, Flonne... them and his feelings about them had been on his mind a lot, Flonne especially after recent events. He'd been so worried about her. More than he'd ever felt before. Everything had been feeling all the more intense lately... ever since Flonne had gotten sick. Could it be the water that had effected her and everyone be the cause of it? He wasn't sure if it could be or not, and even if it was, what could he do now? It had seemed to improve recently though.

He'd also felt terribly guilty for allowing her to get hurt. No matter how much he was told it wasn't his fault, he still had hated that she'd been wounded like that right in front of him, and he'd been powerless to stop it. He'd failed to stop it in time. He didn't want anyone to hurt her. ...Which was love, apparently.

Nearly giving up his life for her had apparently also had been love.

That stupid feeling that sometimes bubbled up inside him when he thought of her. Love.

It was a revelation he was unprepared to handle.

The notion that he could possibly love her was high on his denial list, but his hand had been forced. He'd been forced to look at his feelings, and he was confused at what he'd found. That feeling deep inside... it was love?

Damn Mid-Boss!

He did it. He couldn't believe he'd done it, but he had. Laharl had admitted that maybe he was feeling love for her. From there people stopped reacting like the post made by Death was true, which was damn good. But more to the point, it wasn't Mid-Boss who'd told Flonne. Laharl didn't even want to begin to think what Mid-Boss would have said to her if he hadn't.

Still, he was more than a little uncertain of what to do now as he glanced to Flonne for a moment out of the corner of his eye before turning it away again when he felt his face heat up.

(ooc: Version 1... might twiddle more when I'm not half asleep lol.)

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Flonne couldn't believe it. She sat in quiet shock on the hotel bed, not two feet away from Laharl, her journal turned off and resting in her lap.

She couldn't believe it.

She'd spent so much time trying to be sure, trying to prove that demons did indeed have love. She'd been with Laharl for quite a while, and...well, she never thought he'd outright admit to any emotion, let alone tell her - over the public message board, no less - that he...he...

She couldn't believe it.

She'd known that she cared about - loved - Laharl for a while now. She didn't think she'd ever tell him, if only because she knew how he'd react. But this...well...

She glanced over at him, meeting his eyes for a split second before he turned away, blushing. She couldn't help but smile - things may have changed, but he was still very much Laharl. She scooted over, closing the gap between them, until she was sitting next to him. Gently, wordlessly, she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head lightly on his shoulder, still smiling.

All of Laharl's thoughts came to a screeching halt when he suddenly felt a pair of arms gently wrap around him and a head rest on his shoulder. Flonne... He stiffened, as his mind went blank for a moment.

This wasn't her tackling him into a hug or anything like that, which he normally would have struggled out of. It felt different. There was something deep down inside him that started to spread... a kind of warmth. It was foreign to him, and he wasn't sure what to make of it.

Laharl swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. Right... so... Flonne was... oh hell... What should he do? Shove her away was the initial reaction, but... well that wouldn't be a good idea.

Letting out a breath of air he hadn't even realized he'd been holding, clumsily at best, he touched her arm softly, unsure what to do.

"...F-Flonne..." he finally whispered, the unsureness clear in his voice.

Hell he was beyond unsure about everything. He hadn't been ready in the least to admit to anything, truth be told, especially something he barely understood. Still... she seemed so happy. She'd been so hurt and sick. He'd hated the look on her face. Sure, she'd then been healed and had seemed better and happy, but it wasn't the same as now.

Could all this mess have been worth it? It was a radical thought. Well, if it was, that was ONE thing he sure as hell would never admit to. Ever. He wouldn't give Mid-Boss any such satisfaction.

Love... was he really actually feeling that?

Even demons have love...

His mother's voice from the past seemed to answer for him. Mother... Had she seen this? Was she proud of him? He found himself sighing quietly as he relaxed a little. Somehow he felt she probably was.

Flonne hesitated as she felt Laharl tense up. Oh, no, she'd gone and made him uncomfortable. That hadn't been what she'd wanted at all! She knew he didn't like admitting his feelings, so she wanted to make him feel better about it, but now she'd gone and -

That train of thought derailed itself as she heard him whisper her name and felt his gentle touch on her arm.

And then he relaxed, and she knew this had been the right thing to do. She gave a quiet sigh and leaned against him, relaxed and happy. "Laharl," her words came with a soft smile, "this is the part where you're supposed to hug me back."

Laharl blinked. Then blinked again.

"Huh? ...O-oh... right," he replied quietly as her words caught on and a blush formed over his cheeks. Hug her. Affection really wasn't his thing but... well... maybe... His gaze glanced around the room, as if checking to be sure they were most definitely alone, before resting back on her.

He made no move for several long moments, before finally his hand touching her shoulder clumsily shifted, resting around her shoulders in an awkward hug.

Laharl held her like that for several long moments before he finally spoke up again, "...So... you really... you actually...? You... l...l-love me?" His own feelings aside, the fact she had feelings for him also was confusing and surprising. Then again... Laharl. She'd said again like that! Was... was that why she'd been doing that? Feelings for him? And was that why she'd jumped up to protect him back at the festival? ...Oh hell, that was, wasn't it?

Flonne closed her eyes contentedly as she felt Laharl put his arm around her. Just for now, she could forget about what had happened, forget about the Organization, forget about Paixao itself. Just for now, she could be with Laharl and be content, be happy.

And she was.

After a bit, he spoke, and she opened her eyes again and sat up. She wanted to be looking at him for this, to meet his eyes and let him know that she'd meant every word she'd said. "Yes," she replied, soft smile still on her face. She'd never lose that smile. "I love you."

He really had changed, hadn't he? There'd been a time when those words would have made him fall over in pain... now he just gazed into her crimson eyes, blinking. She loved him. She really did. And she was so sure sounding. Laharl wasn't sure there would ever come a time he'd be half as confident as she was about it.

After a moment he let out a quiet heh, as he dipped his head down, looking at the bedcovers. His face was flushed again. He couldn't help it.

"You... you Love Freak..." Laharl uttered, traces of affection clear in his words. Closing his eyes, he smiled inspite of himself.

"That's me!" Flonne replied happily to the nickname Laharl had long since given her. She knew it had long since lost the insulting tone it had once had, and was now a term of - well, with Laharl she really couldn't say "affection," but it was definitely something close to it.

She put her arms around him once again and rested her head on his shoulder, settling comfortably back against him and closing her eyes. "And you love me too." It wasn't a question - he'd already told her. She knew. She didn't have to ask.

Damn, she was so happy. Had he ever seen her this happy? Now, Flonne was generally a happy person... still... she seemed to be practically leaking out happiness. And... he was the cause. His brain went blank again at that thought, and was numb as Flonne settled back against him.

"...Mn..." was his only, awkward, reply as she pressed against his shoulder.

He could definitely chalk this up to the oddest and most awkwardest moment of his life... but... yet... he did feels strangely happy... in a brain broken kind of way. His troubles seemed far away now, which was a relief. This whole damn place had broken him down so much... but right now none of it mattered.

He felt strangely content, as he relaxed his arm that still rested around her shoulders. Everything was quiet... Slowly he closed his eyes too.

After a long, quiet moment once more, he opened his eyes and glanced to her again. "So....... What... What now, Flonne?" he asked, quietly.

Edited 2008-01-15 07:46 (UTC)

"Mn" was a good enough answer for Flonne. It was assent, after all, and that was all she needed.

She'd relaxed against Laharl and was letting her mind drift easily on happiness and content when Laharl's words brought her back to reality. She blinked a few times, completely unsure of how to answer that.

So she told the truth. "I don't know," she replied softly, moving her hand up to her shoulder to rest on top of his hand. "But whatever we do, we stay together." Like always. "Right?"

Funny, of all the people he knew, he'd have thought Flonne, the Love Freak, would know. Her answer surprised him a bit. Flonne didn't know, but it seemed it didn't matter. Not that he had any idea, cause he didn't. He had no idea at all what to do now. Things were going to be weird for awhile, that was certain.

"Y-yeah... together..." Laharl replied quietly, with a soft nod and a slight momentary smile. That made sense, he supposed.

He let her lay against him for, well he wasn't really sure how long, before he finally touched her other shoulder with his other hand and gently pulled away. They were alone now, but who knew when Etna and Ivan could return. He was having a hard enough time just dealing with things now... he didn't need an audience.

Not to mention he was feeling tired. He still needed another good nights sleep to regain his strength. Hopefully tomorrow he'd finally be feeling his old self... well in some ways anyways.

Casting a quiet glance to her, unsure what to say, he moved to the middle of the bed and began to get comfortable, having nabbed a pillow. He definitely felt ready to crash.

Edited 2008-01-15 08:38 (UTC)

Flonne didn't want to move. She was perfectly content with the world right where she was, leaning against Laharl with his arm around her shoulders. She wasn't too thrilled when Laharl pulled away, but...well, he still wasn't used to this kind of thing. Clinging would probably be the worst thing she could do right now.

So instead she got up and pulled the blanket off the other bed, bringing it back to the one Laharl had lain down on and covering him with it. That accomplished, she returned to the other bed and flopped down on it, pretty worn out herself and ready for a nap. She rolled over to face Laharl and smiled. "Goodnight, Laharl."

The Overlord had started to settle and close his eyes when they blinked back open when he felt a blanket being laid over him. Flonne...

Following her with his eyes as she walked back to her bed he frowned a little at her. That dumby, he didn't really need a blanket that much, and now she didn't have one.

So when she wished him goodnight she would find she was only greeted with a silent stare, a slight frown on his face. After a brief moment he spoke up, "Now you don't have a blanket, idiot."

Flonne had intended to close her eyes and drop off to sleep after she'd bid Laharl goodnight, but he didn't look too happy, so her eyes stayed open. Was something wrong?

Oh, that was it. "It's okay," she responded with a smile, curling up with one of the smaller decorative pillows and laying her head on the larger one. "I'll be just fine without it."

He stared at her a moment more. What an idiot. She might've been healed and everything but... still. Quickly he'd made up his mind.

"Tch..."

Without a word he suddenly sat up and hopped from the bed, grabbing his pillow and the blanket along with him. Before she could possibly argue, Laharl rounded Flonne's bed to the other side and flopped down, tucking his pillow under his head and throwing the blanket over the both of them.

Flonne stared blankly, eyes wide, mouth a perfect o of surprise. She was at a complete loss as to how to react to this new development. Didn't she have to tell him not ten minutes ago that he was supposed to hug her back? She never expected him to do anything like this!

But she certainly wasn't complaining.

Surprise out of the way, she pushed the small pillow she'd been curled around over her shoulder and off the bed, then scooted across the bed and slid her arms around Laharl, pulling the two of them into a hug and nestling her head into his chest. She closed her eyes, sighing happily. She was relaxed, she was safe, and she was happy, happier than she'd been in a while.

Laharl's intentions had been simply to make sure his vassal, who'd been sick and stuff, didn't... re-get sick or something dumb. As he began to make motions to roll away from her, he hadn't been expecting her to suddenly scoot over and embrace him.

He stiffened a little as it had surprised surprised him a bit. After an awkward moment Laharl sighed quietly. He was tired... too tired to complain. Ivan probably wouldn't say anything... Etna on the other hand... ... ... Oh well. What the hell ever. He'd deal with that somehow.

Laharl soon relaxed a bit, and hesitantly settled his arm over her, pulling the blanket a little higher... Maybe if they were lucky the other two wouldn't notice... or something. It made sense somehow to his sleepy mind.

With a slight yawn, he closed his eyes and soon drifted off.

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