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Overlord Laharl ([personal profile] overlords_wrath) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2008-01-31 03:17 am

Meeting Again [Active]

Character(s): Laharl and Rosette
Content: The two have a small conversation sometime just after the resistance meeting.
Setting: \O_o/
Time: Night
Warnings: None presently.


When the meeting wrapped up and people started to talk to eachother, Laharl couldn't help but notice the girl who'd been in the cell next to him who'd helped him... Rosette.

She caught his gaze, and he found himself glancing to a quiet corner then back to her, questionly. He felt like he wanted to talk to her. Seeming to get an agreement, he turned to Flonne telling her he'd just be in the corner, and so she could do whatever. Talk to people or something.

That done, he left Flonne's side, moving to the corner and stood there, arms as always folded against his chest, waiting for Rosette to come over. When she was close enough Laharl started to speak.

"...Hey."

Well, that was a great start. It felt kinda strange and awkward, but, well, anyways. He now had a better chance to look at her. Everything was kind of fuzzy after all. She seemed alright, all things considered. He'd had no idea what they'd done to her, although could certainly guess it was similar to his treatment.

[identity profile] nun-with-guns.livejournal.com 2008-01-31 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
Rosette didn't really know what she'd been expecting from this meeting, but whatever it had been, it certainly hadn't included seeing Laharl again. She knew he was doing better, at least - she'd chatted with him over the journals - but somehow she hadn't thought he'd be here in person.

She caught his gaze and nodded when he gestured to the corner. "I'll be right over there," she told Chrno quietly, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder (that had been for her benefit as much as his - there was no way she was letting him out of her sight, not with rumors of disappearances and the Organization everywhere) before heading to meet Laharl.

"Hey," she replied quietly, leaning against the wall and finally getting a good look at him. He looked better than she felt (which wasn't saying much, considering how she was feeling), and it looked like his arm was completely fine. Part of her knew she should probably be shocked by that, and the rest of her very much was not. After all, who knew what could happen in this city?

"Nice to see you on your feet." Just as awkward as the greeting had been, but at least it filled the gap in the conversation.