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paixaorpg2008-01-14 01:33 am
overlords_wrath) wrote in paixaorpg2008-01-14 01:33 am
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.)
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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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.