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paixaorpg2010-02-19 10:03 pm
overlords_wrath) wrote in paixaorpg2010-02-19 10:03 pm
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Character(s): Laharl and Flonne (And Etna is welcome to intrude of course ♥)
Content: Flonne and Laharl finally talk since the cake thing the day after.
Setting: Actua Are near Central Station/Cid's Shop
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None now.
Seeing Flonne return the night before had made him feel bad all over again. Laharl was really not enjoying the guilty feeling gnawing in him all over again, but still he turned a blind eye to it and her. It wasn't easy though. His resolve was already faltering. He never liked to see her unhappy, and now he was being the cause. Still... he had to do this.
Hopefully she'd just get over it and they could move on. At least, that's what he was hoped for. He wanted to get out of the city, after all. Not so much though that he made any rush to get out of bed that morning.
Laharl was still lazing, half awake, in bed, trying to decide if he should get up or try to sleep a little longer. The later was awfully tempting. He wasn't exactly looking forward to waking up and dealing with... whatever was coming. Then again, maybe it would be better to just get it over with?
...Nah.
He rolled over, pulling the covers further over his shoulder, trying to get comfortable again.
Content: Flonne and Laharl finally talk since the cake thing the day after.
Setting: Actua Are near Central Station/Cid's Shop
Time: Late morning
Warnings: None now.
Seeing Flonne return the night before had made him feel bad all over again. Laharl was really not enjoying the guilty feeling gnawing in him all over again, but still he turned a blind eye to it and her. It wasn't easy though. His resolve was already faltering. He never liked to see her unhappy, and now he was being the cause. Still... he had to do this.
Hopefully she'd just get over it and they could move on. At least, that's what he was hoped for. He wanted to get out of the city, after all. Not so much though that he made any rush to get out of bed that morning.
Laharl was still lazing, half awake, in bed, trying to decide if he should get up or try to sleep a little longer. The later was awfully tempting. He wasn't exactly looking forward to waking up and dealing with... whatever was coming. Then again, maybe it would be better to just get it over with?
...Nah.
He rolled over, pulling the covers further over his shoulder, trying to get comfortable again.
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The room was dark despite the morning sun, which was to be expected. It took her a few seconds to adjust to the dark, peering almost desperately through the shadows for any glimpse of Laharl. Her back to the demon in question, she didn't see him until she turned around. She gasped quietly in surprise and stood awkwardly in the center of the room, searching for something to say.
Finally, having collected herself enough that she could speak without her voice wavering, she said softly, "I'm sorry." It was the only thing she could think of to say.