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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Gwen almost accepts the offer, but she stuffs it down. She can take care of herself. She heads for them confidently, making it up a floor and a half before she hesitates. She sways a small amount, her back to him, and she murmurs, barely audible, "...maybe just a little."

He has been doing his best not to just grab her and help him up himself, or even to follow too closely, but it has been a hard, hard fight, and when she finally asks for help, he can't help but be overjoyed, if only because it means he can actually make sure she won't end up hurt. He takes her arm to steady her, gentle but strong, and gives her one last concerned look to make sure this is all right.

She ducks her head to hide a faint blush, and stumbles out hurriedly, "W-well let's get this climb done with. I'm famished."

Awkward.

He thinks he catches sight of the blush before she ducks her head, and while he isn't sure, he decides that one was indeed what he saw, if only for his own benefit. As such, he cannot hide his amusement (and a little pride) as he helps her up the last of the steps, but says nothing, if only to let her keep her own.

He opens the door for her when they get there and hopes that it will not be too noisy while she sleeps. "I will show you where it is," he tells her, and does exactly that.

Vyers is happy that this set of replacement sheets is the usual black silk instead of the horrifying color the previous set was. That... would have been rather embarrassing.

She has to grin a bit at the bed sheets. Gwen didn't get an awfully good look at the rest of the apartment, too focused on his gentle grip and trying really hard not to be. She felt a pang of guilt for Krichevskoy, and she chuckles nervously, but her body chooses that as a good time for it to stop supporting her, and as she pushes away from him to head for the bed, she falls to her knees, hands clutching into the black silk.

Gwen shudders, though on a closer inspection, she is not in any pain, she is simply physically exceedingly drained.

There's a small gasp as he sees her start to fall, and he struggles to get there first but is only moments too late. He is a little glad that she is not in pain, but at the same time, he still cannot help but worry about (or fuss over, as that's what it really is) her.

He is about to ask her if she needs help getting onto the bed, but instead says, "If you still would like something to eat, I could get it for you. You, ah... It may be better that way."

Stubbornly she manages to pull herself to her feet and then flop onto the mattress, an arm dangling over the side. She huffs out a breath. Well, it was only a matter of time, she supposes. "I think I'll eat when I wake up," she murmurs. Gwen sees him on the edge of blurry eyes and she blinks, feeling every muscle mentally and physically settle. She 'hmmms' softly, and she's a bit delirious when she whispers, "Krichevskoy..." before slipping off into slumber.

Vyers smiles with a hint of pain in his eyes as she says the name he used to have what feels like ages, but has only in reality been a few years ago. For a moment, there is joy in the idea that she may have finally realized who he is, but he considers her state and his heart sinks all over again. Nevertheless, she is here and she is safe, and he at least has that.

He "hms" softly to himself before carefully pulling the blankets and sheets from under her to cover her up before turning to leave. Stopping in the doorway, he looks toward her sleeping form one last time and can't help but smile, shutting the door behind him as he goes to let her get her rest.

Getting back to Paixao took far too long for Laharl's liking, not to mention then having to cross the city to get to Vyers' place. It was late that night when he and Flonne finally arrived.

Laharl almost immediately went to his mother's side. Apparently she'd fallen asleep far earlier in the day, which worried him. Why was she so exhausted? Settling on the edge of the opposite side of the bed, he'd stared at her in silent awe. She seemed real enough. Reaching out, he gently touched her hair; it felt soft against his rough fingers. Her skin also felt warm to the touch. The boy withdrew his hand, his mind settled. It was her. It was really, truly her.

He'd been so certain when she'd vanished before that he'd lost his chance; that he'd never see her again. To see her again was so unexpected, but he was thankful to have been given the chance again.

He was, however, also vastly worried, especially with his brief conversation to Larxene about Etna was still very much on his mind. He hadn't yet told Flonne about it. Larxene had spoken of delivering a message; he had no idea what kind of message it would be, though he still doubted she had Etna. Laharl just hoped he wasn't making a mistake trusting his gut on the matter.

Time ticked by, and after awhile Laharl felt his head grow heavy. He wanted to stay vigilant, but it had been a very long day. It was so tempting to settle his head down on the mattress...

Well... maybe for a couple minutes...

Leaning over, he settled his head on his arms, and the young Overlord promptly dozed off.

When Gwen's eyes finally flutter open again, she was feeling overall better, though she could likely roll over and continue to sleep. Instead, her eyes catch sight of a pair of antennae and she blinks. Laharl. Gwen smiles. She doesn't wake the overlord instantly, instead she watches him for several minutes, pleased with how at peace he looks.

It was different now, seeing him like this. When she first met the overlord, he was just a new person wanting to meet her king and... well. The rest became complicated. And then... then she had gone to the Netherworld and after a long period of time, met Krichevskoy and birthed a child.

She then met Laharl for the second time (not that she told her husband that tidbit).

This is her son...

Gently, Gwen finally sits up and reaches out to him, placing her hand in crook of his neck.

He visibly twitched at the touch, eyelids fluttering. Attempts to waken him were usually violent--swords, guns, axes... Flonne's singing. His mother's gentle touch, however, almost instantly stirred him from his sleep.

Still feeling only barely awake, he sleepily he peered up at the one touching him, faintly confused. Somehow it feels a bit like he's dreaming His voice oddly small and more child-like as a whisper. "Mama...?"

She was back.

Realization then struck and he jerked slightly, eyes flying wide open. No, this isn't a dream at all. He'd been right beside his mother, waiting for her to wake up. He'd gone and put his head down.

"Ah--!" he begins, more awake, but suddenly terribly awkward.

Gwen smiles deeply, and keeps her hand where it rests. She wonders how long he's been sleeping - actually, she wonders how long she's been sleeping, but only the one who helped her here and gave her his room would really know for sure. ...Vyers was it? She realizes that he never actually introduced himself. Laharl referred to him as "weirdo" and Timon called him "creepy", but - ah! - Flonne provided the name "Vyers", that's right.

"You had yourself a long journey, hm, Laharl?" she asks softly, head tilting just slightly.

She never thought this would be possible.

Slowly he sat back up, regarding her, not quite shyly, but certainly a little nervously. Hearing her voice over the journals was one thing, but in person? It was all a little overwhelming, though not in a bad way. As they often were, Laharl's feelings were a confusing muddle, some of which he barely understood.

"Y-yeah... something like that," he managed to reply after a moment. "Are you alright?" he then asked, concerned.

She folds her hands over her lap, her skin such a contrast to the black silk. "I'm alright, it felt good to get some sleep." She chuckles. "I bet it did for you, too."

Her chuckle relaxes him a little. She's smiling... It does seem she's okay, which is good--very good.

It would have been a better sleep if he hadn't been laying in such an awkward position, but then he hadn't exactly intended to drop off to sleep like that. "Uh, yeah... I guess," he answered.

At this point, Laharl swept his gaze over her a little more, finally meeting her gaze. A lump seemed to form in his throat at that point.

"Mom... you... I.." he began, trying to say something, and not managing in the slightest. Laharl wasn't really sure what he himself was trying to say. "I missed you," he finally managed to spit out.

Gwen's hands are itching to pull her son into a hug, and when he speaks, she no longer resists the urge, reaching out and placing her arms around his shoulders and embracing him tightly.

It was worth it.

"Oh Laharl... I'm so glad to see you." She tears up - it's hard not to, but she would never hold back the emotion. "I'm sorry I couldn't be with you for so long."

He couldn't help but stiffen at the sudden embrace. It was a well trained response that likely wouldn't be disappearing anytime soon, however, this was his mother. Mumbling 'mom' again, Laharl made no motions in the slightest to push her away. Although, it took several long moments for him to even begin to relax, but eventually Laharl did and he ended up settling his head lightly against her shoulder, closing his eyes.

The boy would never allow anyone else to hold him like this, but for his mother? He didn't mind. He didn't mind in the least. Why exactly that was, beyond the fact of it being his mother, Laharl wasn't sure. He wasn't sure how to explain how he felt so... at ease.

"I'd like to hear about everything I've missed," she continues, unable to let go, especially once he settles. "If you're willing, of course." She hopes that he will be. How long has she been away from him? How much of his life was she not allowed to witness?

Time was funny with the way it worked. She never really looked into it so much, even after Laharl was born. She pushed it away as fate and believed nothing so strange would happen again. But from what she was learning already of this city, Paixao had a way of changing things up.

Flonne knew this first visit with Gwen would be emotional for Laharl. He wouldn't be able to say what he needed to, he wouldn't allow himself to be as vulnerable as he should be, if she were there to witness it. So she hung back, outside the room, feeling a nervous flutter of excitement for the Overlord and the family that had managed to come together under impossible odds.

Time passed...she poked her head in once, only to see that Laharl had fallen asleep. She paused, smiling gently -- this was how it should be. She would pray that such a scene would repeat itself for some time to come. Flonne quietly closed the door.

It was another stretch of time before she felt the urge to peek in again. It was a private moment between her Overlord and his mother, but curiosity was killing her. Running around the kitchen, she retrieved a tray and loaded it was a pitcher of water, some cups and what was left of a cheesecake she had bought awhile back.

Stopping in front of the door with her tray, she cleared her throat and knocked before entering the room. "Hello...?" she called softly, moving inside.

"I... I guess. It... could take awhile," he said quietly, half mumbling behind his scarf. His mother or not, it was still awkward for him.

"I'm thirteen hundred and fourteen, now--" Laharl to began to explain to her, when the knock at the door startled him. He wasn't really thinking when he jerked back quickly out of his mother's embrace, backing off--right off the edge of the bed, that is. Falling backwards off the edge with a flail and a cry, his back hit the floor and his legs stuck comically upright against the side of the bed.

Of course, it turned out it was just the love freak. The last person who'd really tease him about his mother hugging him, but that didn't matter! He was still embarrassed for more reasons than one now, as he laid there, hiding his red face behind as much of the neck of his scarf as he could.

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Gwen's disappointment only lingers for a few moments until it burrows under the worry for her son. "Laharl, are you alright?" Her arms are still reached out, and they settle to the edge of the bed where he had previously been. It really could take awhile, hm?

She glances at Flonne with a small twitch of a smile. "Hello."

Flonne winced as she heard the thump and resisted the urge to giggle at Laharl's embarrassing position. Clearing her throat, she quickly moved to the bed, placing the tray on Gwen's lap with a soft smile. "Gwen-san! I hope I haven't interrupted." She bowed politely, glancing at Laharl. She knew a little fall like that wouldn't even bruise him, but she was concerned her presence would anger him so she cast him a brief, apologetic smile before focusing on his mother.

"Are you feeling alright? I have some drinks and refreshments here for you. Did Vyers-san give you much trouble?"

"I'm fine," came a response from the floor. He was, of course, perfectly fine.

The feet disappeared as he righted himself, grabbing the edge of the bed as he stood back. He paused there for a moment to straighten his scarf, trying to look as nonchalant as he could manage. His face, however, was still noticeably flushed with embarrassment. Folding his arms in usual fashion, he settled back onto the edge of the bed.

He then finally regarded his vassal, faintly curious of what her tray held.

Gwen focuses on Flonne and the tray while Laharl rights himself, trying not to notice the embarrassed boy, even if she wanted to fret some. "Not at all, Flonne. It's good to see you." She peers down at the tray and then reaches to fill herself a cup of water; it was just what she needed.

"I'm feeling much better now that I've rested. And Vyers..." she trails off for a moment in thought, before catching herself and chuckling lightly, continuing, "he was a gentleman."

Flonne exchanged a look with Laharl as Gwen seemed to trail off for just a second. She had hoped that, somehow, Gwen would be able to "sense" that Vyers was the reincarnated husband she longed for, but it seemed as though things wouldn't be so easy.

"I'm glad you're safe and rested now," she said, pushing aside those concerns for later. She set about cutting the remains of the cheesecake she brought in into smaller slices. "I wish I had something more substantial to give you, but the shops here have decided to refuse us service."

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