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paixaorpg2009-07-26 04:36 am
overlords_wrath) wrote in paixaorpg2009-07-26 04:36 am
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A Father-Son Talk [Active]
Character(s): Laharl and Vyers (for now?)
Content: The two have a lot to talk about.
Setting: Whereever Vyers and Gwen decide to have their place at. |D
Time: Dark-o-clock
Warnings: Prolly none lol
Nothing much had be resolved when his father and he had parted ways from that rooftop after their 'adventure' outside the domes thanks to that goddess. Now they had a lot, LOT more to talk about considering their current situation, which had become oh so much more complicated than ever before.
Flonne had been pretty much stuck to him like glue since everything had gone black, but he'd been able to convince her to keep an eye on his mother. It was going to be a hard enough conversation without having Flonne and his mother there hearing in. Even so, a room away was as far as Laharl was willing to risk them being seperated. Keeping their voices low would be important.
Settling on the edge of a sofa, Laharl glanced to his father in the flicking light of the few candles they'd managed to keep lit. A lot had been left unsaid and there was a lot new that needed saying, but he wasn't sure where to even start.
But dammit, this was hard.
Well, maybe it was best to start with the more pressing subject, which was really the easier of the two in ways.
"So, Larxene knows she's here," he began quietly. "Not that we didn't exactly expect that."
He'd known Larxene would find out. There was no real way of avoiding that. The question was how long she'd wait to act on the knowledge.
Content: The two have a lot to talk about.
Setting: Whereever Vyers and Gwen decide to have their place at. |D
Time: Dark-o-clock
Warnings: Prolly none lol
Nothing much had be resolved when his father and he had parted ways from that rooftop after their 'adventure' outside the domes thanks to that goddess. Now they had a lot, LOT more to talk about considering their current situation, which had become oh so much more complicated than ever before.
Flonne had been pretty much stuck to him like glue since everything had gone black, but he'd been able to convince her to keep an eye on his mother. It was going to be a hard enough conversation without having Flonne and his mother there hearing in. Even so, a room away was as far as Laharl was willing to risk them being seperated. Keeping their voices low would be important.
Settling on the edge of a sofa, Laharl glanced to his father in the flicking light of the few candles they'd managed to keep lit. A lot had been left unsaid and there was a lot new that needed saying, but he wasn't sure where to even start.
But dammit, this was hard.
Well, maybe it was best to start with the more pressing subject, which was really the easier of the two in ways.
"So, Larxene knows she's here," he began quietly. "Not that we didn't exactly expect that."
He'd known Larxene would find out. There was no real way of avoiding that. The question was how long she'd wait to act on the knowledge.
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"Yeah, I guess it has," was the boy's reply, before letting out a long breath. "A lot has happened since then too, sheesh."
At least they hadn't had to deal with that meddlesome goddess again. That was an upside at least. Not much of one, but Laharl would take what he could get these days.
More silence fell as Laharl replayed the events of that night in his head, remembering, for the most part, the words they'd exchanged. One thought though did strike him.
"Oi... She said you'd asked for help to talk to me, right?" he asked, vaguely wondering if he should be bothering, but he was kind of curious. "...Why? I mean, is it really that hard to talk to me?"