paixaorpg | Dumped for oneself; or, many reunions in a day [active]

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Dumped for oneself; or, many reunions in a day [active]

Character(s): Gwen and Vyers, Laharl later, and Flonne
Content: A LOVING, MOST TOUCHING REUNION! .... actually it's probably mostly failsauce for Vyers ~~what else is new?~~ and Gwen writing him off as coincidence... Then an actual touching reunion with Laharl.
Setting: Muspelheim gate area to Vyers' crammed apartment
Time: Week 25, afternoon and into the evening
Warnings: ~~failboat!Vyers~~, timeskips here and there? XD

Gwen stays hovering around a bench in the gate area, the journal clasped between her hands and held before her. This place pulled people from different places and times, she had been told, and that it wasn't the Netherworld. Paixao fitted into something new, then. But Laharl was here - the older, Overlord Laharl whom she met first. That meant... she did succeed in her spell. She could be at ease now, knowing that Laharl survived and grew up... and the intervention of this place didn't manage to fracture any sort of timeline.

She waits, for who Laharl referred to as "the weirdo." Gwen isn't entirely sure how she feels about him. A gentleman, yes, but she has an inkling reminder of Krichevskoy from his personality and... it bothered her. She couldn't even explain why it bothered her. Krichevskoy was certainly unique, but... So instead, she pushes away the thoughts, filing them under "coincidence" and moving on.

And so, she waits.

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Vyers' excitement is mixed with dread as he approaches the gate, and there are many times where he has simply stopped in his tracks and nearly turned around to go straight back to the apartment. She is here again, a fact that makes him completely overjoyed and terrified at the same time, but she doesn't recognize him at all, which makes the situation extremely awkward.

And really, he hasn't felt so awkward in a long, long time. Vyers supposes he should be happy that she is so devoted to him, but at the same time, it is embarrassing to have been brushed off so easily. He wants to be with her and hold her and yet he must keep his distance. He supposes he could tell her the truth, who he is, and yet that would mean explaining things he would rather not explain. That he is dead. That he reincarnated. The circumstances surrounding his death. Perhaps even nearly dying again and the decision he had to make during that time. He doesn't want to subject her to that knowledge, and he isn't even sure he would be able to say it to her.

Vyers shoves down his hesitance and continues walking and his heart skips a beat as he sees her there, waiting in front of the gate. His throat is suddenly dry and he freezes in place before forcing his limbs to move. "Ahhh, you see? I said that I would be here shortly," he says to her with a grin. It barely reaches his eyes, and even saying those words feels painful somehow.

Gwen turns when she hears his familiar voice, ready to scold him on how he acted before her "silent treatment", but then she sees his eyes and she holds it back. He was not so well, was he?

She smiles. "You did, true to your word."

That smile... How he has missed seeing that smile. It suits her perfectly--it always has. A little more happiness reaches his eyes and before he can stop himself, he wags his finger with a wink. "But of course," he practically sings. "I would not lie to such a pretty face."

He only realizes what he has said after he says it and with a faint blush and cough, he turns his gaze elsewhere. "F, Forgive me. I imagine that was out of line." She is married, after all. To the one who is both the luckiest and unluckiest man.

Is it odd to be jealous of oneself?

Well. She was going to give him the benefit of the doubt for his early comment, but now she frowns. She was married and she would serve her king until the end of time, and then some. If only Vyers would come out with the truth and face the consequences... she would be serving at his side, instead of having this gaping distance between them.

"Yes," she answers, a little testily, "it was."

He can't help but wince a bit at her tone, and he has to fight hard to resist the urge to curl up somewhere for awhile. He knows he should be more careful with his words, but it's just so difficult. "I know not whether this is out of line as well, but if you need a place to stay, you may stay with me? Laharl and Miss Flonne should be coming to stay when they return. Space is, ah, rather limited at the moment, but you are welcome to take my room if you wish."

She's starting to wonder if everything he'll say is out of line. Perhaps it was the weirdness that Laharl was referring to - that did make some sense, to her. "I'm curious to how much space is available... Mm, no," she shakes her head, "it will be nice either way to stay with Laharl." She doesn't deny or agree to taking his room, but it might turn out to be a possibility.

Though it seemed odd, for someone who had such a "beautiful self", she almost expected him to have a large space...

"...When I leave it to you, my room will be available?" he replied, the statement turning out more like an embarrassed question. "There are quite a few people living there now, you see. Many of the other rooms are taken. Mm... I still need to figure out where Laharl and Flonne are to stay." The last part was said to himself.

And, of course, he needed to figure out where he would sleep as well.

"A gentleman and a shepherd of guests, hm?" Her smile is back. She feels lighter, more calm despite occasionally getting irked at Vyers by his lack of boundaries. "I'm sure it'll all work out somehow." She'll find a way to make it work, for the benefit of everyone living in the apartment. Maybe all it needed was a motherly touch.

Both his pride and grin return at her statement, and he doesn't even bother to mention that the acquirement of guests was not even remotely his idea. The fact that she has decided to stay with him is more than enough, and everything in between can hopefully be smoothed over at a later point in time. Hopefully.

"Excellent!" he cries, perhaps more eagerly than he should. "I will show you the way, then. It is not too far from here."

Let her narrative fix your narrative for you, Vyers: and everything in between ~~can~~ will have to be smoothed over at a later point in time because Vyers is a stubborn idiot making things difficult for all parties involves. He needed to cross this bridge eventually...

But her narrative digresses.

Gwen nods and follows him, ignoring his eagerness. "Lead the way, then." She was glad it wasn't too far away. She wouldn't admit to it yet, but she was very tired.

Vyers nods and begins walking in the direction of the condo, feeling more and more awkward the longer they walked. A few times he opens his mouth to say something, but then immediately shut it again, worrying that it would end up being wrong somehow. After awhile, his shoulders slump, a rather undignified pout appearing on his face. A look that better fit a chastised child than an adult demon.

Edited 2010-10-21 03:40 (UTC)

Well, he was acting like a chastised child...

Lucky for him, Gwen doesn't really notice. She wanted to take in the sights of this city, but her body's energy level decided to make itself known, reminding her that oh, right, that hadn't been long ago... She tries to hide her unease, but she doubts she succeeds so well.

"Ah... Do you have food available there?" She doesn't look at him.

"There should be, yes, if everyone has not already..." He trails off as he turns to look back at her. There is something off, that much he can tell, and it unnerves him to see her this way. "Are you all right?" he asks, his voice suddenly serious and full of worry.

Gwen turns a smile up to him. It's tight and a little forced. "I'll be alright. I'm just..." A breath. "...very tired." There's more to it, but she holds it back, not exactly wanting to go into the details.

Vyers frowns. "Mmmmmn... It is more than that, isn't it?" He moves to her side and starts to put a hand on her shoulder, but hesitates and slowly he drops his hand back to his side. "Are you certain you will be all right?" There is fear in his voice, and for a moment he wonders if he will lose her again so soon.

She nods at her question, but she still won't give him the details. Part of her wants to share it with him, but... she just met this man. She shouldn't. Not about... that. She stares at his hand and nearly steps away, though she stops. The thought was there, though.

"Yes, I haven't yet -" She cuts herself off and smiles. "Yes, I'm certain." Really.

She doesn't have to finish her sentence for him to know, but most of all that "yet" bothers him. If there is some way for him to help her... They had managed to bring him once again back from the brink of death, had they not? Perhaps such a thing is possible with her. He would like there to be. All of this worrying... Vyers isn't sure how long he would be able to take it.

There is a hint of disbelief, but also hope in his voice as he responds with a quiet "If you are sure."

She looked as though she were about to pull away before, and he is glad, in a way, that he found the strength to stop himself. But still... being unable to touch her, to comfort her... And yet, after having gone through what she had, he still cannot bring himself to say it. To tell her "You have succeeded, but you have lost your husband?" Even if he was still here in front of her... He wonders if she would even believe.

Vyers turns around so that Gwen will not see his face. "Ah... If you are unwell, we should hurry there."

She still had her atonement to do, and Gwen was sure that Paixao will not change that. Her smile of encouragement becomes easier, less forced. Some food, sleep, and hopefully... - no, and then she'll be as fine as she says.

"...Yes, I think I would like some sleep, as well as the food," she admits, staring at Vyers suddenly with wonder. He seemed almost as out of sorts as she felt. But why? A soft laugh escapes her. "I seem to remember you offering me your room. I think I may collect on that sooner than we both thought."

Cheer up, Vyers. Smile again. Where's that overzealous behavior...?

Gwen's laugh tugs him out of his thoughts, if only a little. He cannot say he is entirely cheered, but he is in a little better state than he was before. He has missed that laugh, even if he knows that it doesn't always mean that things are right. "I would be more than happy to give it," he replies with a soft smile, but he still can't bring himself to turn around just yet. The fear has not quite left him

Knowing could be such a burden. After all, if being unable to say anything now could hurt so much, he could only imagine what she had gone through all those years. And with so much else to see.

He wonders how she could possibly have stood it, but she was always stronger than him.

But he could act, and so he finally puts on a mask, looking back at her with a bright grin and another playful wink. "I am more than certain you will find moi's abode to your liking, mademoiselle."

Gwen couldn't say what another her from a different timeline may have gone through. It might even be what she herself would have gone through, had Paixao not interfered. But Gwen knows nothing of these things.

"Well, if it's as charming as you've been, I'm sure it'll be fine." And that was true. His charms may have bothered her, but they were their nonetheless, and Gwen is sure that no matter how full his home, she could smooth out the wrinkles in any part of it.

Vyers chuckled to himself his mood improving again. He wondered if using that act before was a good idea, but there was little he could do about it now. "I should hope so. I would not want to disappoint."

She's quiet the rest of the way, keeping her mind awake with the thought that she'll soon be in a bed. If Vyers had cast her any looks or worry, or anything of the sort her way, she hadn't noticed at all, trudging along. Her expression was distant, thoughtful.

My, how things turn out...

It is an uncomfortable silence that hangs over them, and one that Vyers does not know how to break. She seems distant somehow, or preoccupied, and he cannot blame her for either. But soon they are in front of the building and he turns to her with a smile, this one more gentle than his previous ones.

"We are here. It is up a few flights of steps, but not too far. The fourth floor.

"Wonderful," she replies with a quick smile. She's rests a hand against the building, trying to once again quell her body. She doesn't need Vyers to worry any more than he already has, and his presence has put her mind at ease. She would still be waiting for Laharl had Vyers not come... And no doubt would her condition be worse.

Get some rest before Laharl makes it back, so that her son doesn't have to worry...

Making him worry less is an idea easier said than done, and he takes a step when she puts her hand against the building, worried she is going to stumble. "Do you need help getting up the stairs?" he asks. He hates seeing her look so weak.

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