paixaorpg | Double romantic advice all the way across the sky [completed]

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Double romantic advice all the way across the sky [completed]

Character(s): Vyers and Flonne
Content: Two house mates have a nice chat! :D ...:D?
Setting: Vyers' place
Time: Week 34, a little after noon
Warnings: None

Trying to hide the small smile tugging at the edge of his lips, Vyers walked up to Flonne's door and knocked. He had been meaning to speak with the Fallen Angel for awhile now, but certain... events had continued to push the thought from his mind. Really, now that he thought on it a little more, there were plenty of things for them to discuss. He didn't know the girl as much as he would like, though he had seen much of her lately. It was easy to form assumptions from what he had seen, but that was nothing like actually knowing someone, and while he was pretty sure what the Seraph had seen in her, he was still curious.

"Flonne, are you in there? Might I have a moment of your time?" he called through the door.

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The door opened, revealing Flonne wearing an apron over her usual outfit, a handkerchief over her head in place of her characteristic ribbon. Smiling, she opened the door wider. "Oh, Mid...ah, I mean, Vyers-san! I was just cleaning my room. Please, come in!"

She turned and headed back inside, going back to her open window to continue shaking out a rug as she spoke. "Is everything alright?"

Vyers blinked a little as Flonne opened the door. How strange it was to see her without that ribbon of hers... He knew that she had to take it off from time to time, but that didn't make it any less odd to see her without. "Yes, everything is absolutely fine," he replied as he took a few steps into the room. "I only wish to sit and talk for awhile. We have not gotten the chance to do so very often."

"Of course! Please excuse the mess," she added sheepishly, gesturing at the scene around them. In actuality, her room wasn't very messy at all, especially not compared to Laharl's, but there were a few items of clothing strewn around and some papers and pencils. "You can sit on the bed if you'd like."

Flonne turned and climbed back up onto the chair she had been standing on prior to Vyers' knock. Clutching a feather duster, her tail and wings wobbling as she balanced, she proceeded to dust the window frame. "Have you been having a nice time with Gwen-san?" She was secretly fascinated by their growing relationship -- a real grown-up romance!

Vyers glanced around a bit, wondering for a moment exactly what mess Flonne meant. The room looked incredibly clean as far as he was concerned, but he supposed that was just a difference in definitions and degrees of cleanliness between demons and angels.

At Flonne's question, he looked away awkwardly. "It is... getting better," he replied. While Gwen might have forgiven him for the previous week's mishaps, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed still. Quickly deciding to switch the subject around slightly, he asked "And yourself? How would you say you and Laharl are doing?"

"Me and Laharl-san...?" she echoed, glancing over her shoulder at him in confusion as she continued to dust. "Um...well, I'm fine. I'm pretty sure Laharl-san is as well? Of course, I wish he'd be more social with the other people trapped her, since it would be so nice to have more friends to count on. But ever since Gwen-san came here, he's been ACHOO!" She sneezed from the dust suddenly and lost her balance, falling backwards off the chair with a gasp!

Edited 2011-08-19 18:24 (UTC)

The moment Flonne began to topple, Vyers acted. Quickly he stepped forward to catch her before she hit the ground and gave her a once-over once she was caught to make sure she hadn't hurt herself in the fall. Once he was sure she was all right, a rather amused expression appeared on the demon's face. "My... That was quite the scare. You should be more careful," he said with a smile.

"Oh!" Stunned not only by the lack of impact she had been sure was coming but that it was Vyers who managed to rescue her, Flonne stared wide-eyed up at him for a moment. She smiled brightly after she recovered, patting his head gently. "Thank you, Vyers-san! I would have been hurt if you hadn't caught me." As she was set down, she brushed off her clothes and sighed quietly. "Perhaps I better take a break..."

She turned and perched on the edge of the bed. "I think it's wonderful that you and Gwen-san can continue your romance." She clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling as she stared off into space. "You've been blessed with a second chance! You must take this time to deepen your relationship even more!"

Vyers deflated a little after the pat to his head. That was all? Nothing more about his elegant rescue? It had not been the most urgent of rescues to be sure, but he had thought it would merit him a little more than a simple pat on the head. He repressed the urge to sigh. Even after all that had occurred, they still thought of him as no more than a mere mid-boss, didn't they? Was he ever going to be able to rid himself of that reputation?

"Y, Yes," he began, pulling himself together and moving to stand near the bed. "I fully intend to use the time we have been given to its fullest extent." They couldn't say how much longer it would last.

"Will you be going on another date?" She watched Vyers carefully, noting the slight dejection in his expression, though he did try to hide it. He must be having some problems with Gwen-san, she thought, fretting quietly. Not only for the sake of love but for her Overlord's happiness, Flonne felt determined to do all she could to aid Vyers! Putting aside the fact that she had no personal experience in romance, of course...

"You must not give up hope when things become tense," she said gently, taking his hand in both of hers. "Even if she sees you humiliate yourself, I know she must surely still care for you a little!"

Vyers stared down in surprise at the suddenness of Flonne's actions, his stunned look quickly changing to a frozen expression of dismay at her words. "A little..." That... wasn't very encouraging at all. Perhaps it was best to change the subject away from Gwen and himself for now. It would involve being subjected to considerably less accidental soul-crushing statements, certainly.

"Regarding Laharl," he said, a little bit louder than he intended and unintentionally ignoring the first question. "What were you saying before? About how he is since Gwen arrived?"

"Oh..." She let go of his hand to place her own on her lap, turning away to smile softly. "He's more...gentle. He'd never want me to say it, but it's true. I think there's less anger in him. Or more like he's more willing to listen to the part of himself that's always been there." Flonne ducked her head shyly, one hand hovering up by her cheek as she blushed faintly.

"Um, if...if that makes any sense..."

"Yes," he agreed with a nod. "I have noticed that myself. It is rather encouraging I must say." There was no doubt in his mind that Laharl would continue to mature into a strong, caring individual, but it was good to see it happen so soon. It was just a shame that events had to unfold as they had for it to become this way.

Vyers smiled with a hint of mischief. "You believe he is on his way to completely opening himself to love," he observed. "I can see that as well."

"Yes!" she exclaimed, whirling to face him again with large, shining eyes. "That's it exactly! I knew he could love when he took hold of my pendant. Even now, he wears under his scarf." Flonne placed her hand over her heart, closing her eyes, completely oblivious to the adoring, dreamy expression on her face. "He will always be Laharl-san -- rude and a little selfish and rough. But under that, there is a strength that can only come from love...a strength he's always had. And now he can nurture it."

Ah, she truly was the perfect choice, wasn't she? Kind, caring, and with a will anyone would marvel at... Hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult to make her and Laharl see the light. A beautiful knot would be tied in time, he was sure of it. "In the face of such acceptance, how could he not? While he may never say it, I am certain he feels honored to have one who cares for him so." Well... there was a little lie there. He wasn't sure "honored" was the right word--or even what the right word would be--but still.

"Hm?" She blinked out of her dreamy reverie and gave Vyers a confused look. "Who? M-Me?" Well, of course he was talking about her, who else would it be? She felt suddenly self-conscious, poking her two index fingers together as she looked down.

"Oh! Um, well...I...I hope so! I hope I'm not troubling him. I just want to be a good vassal for him. A good friend..."

"You have earned that title well enough," Vyers assured her. The change that had occurred in Laharl since Vyers' death was more than enough evidence enough of that. No one else could have brought love back into that boy's hear, of that he was certain.

"In fact, it is my belief that he cares for you much more than he would say."

"You...you think so?" Her voice was soft, quiet and uncertain. Of course, she knew Laharl cared for her on some level...and she'd always been able to see beyond the harsh exterior he put up. But sometimes even she wondered. Flonne paused, reaching up to idly fiddle with a long lock of hair, avoiding looking at Vyers.

"I...I know I was here before. Another version of me. I've always wondered if maybe Laharl-san doesn't wish that other me was here instead." She finally chanced a look at the demon, her expression more full of vulnerable longing than she even knew.

"Do you think he wants me here? Can I stay by his side?"

He "hm"ed thoughtfully. "I do not think it matters what 'you' is here. The things he may have done with the Flonne of the past do not negate what he has done with the Flonne standing before me now. Nor does it negate that which you both will do in the future. As long as you are willing to be by his side, that is what truly matters."

And as far as Vyers was concerned that was the deepest truth of the matter--what it all came down to. The ones you loved could disappear and reappear in this place in a variety of circumstances. One never knew if the day they spent with that person would be the last. There was no time to compare the now and the then. The present was too precious to let go of.

Edited 2011-10-13 23:50 (UTC)

"I'm his vassal!" she replied stubbornly, clenching both her fists on her lap. "Of course I'm willing to be by his side! Th-that's what a vassal is supposed to do..." Flonne trailed off, looking back down at the floor as she grew quiet and confused, though she couldn't say exactly why.

The smile never left Vyers' face as he watched Flonne's reaction, and he allowed the silence following her outburst to reign awhile longer before he finally spoke up again. "I suppose no one can question your conviction on the matter," he mused, the corner of his lips quirking upward a little more as he fought back a chuckle. It was obvious that there were other reasons at play, and he couldn't help but be just a little amused that one so vehement about the power of love could not see it herself.

"But is that all?"

"W-Well..." Flonne was oblivious to Vyers' amusement, focused as she was in trying to decode her own feelings and thoughts. "The other vassals seem to...act different around him than I do. Even Etna-san seems to have a different relationship with him." She glanced sidelong at Vyers, perplexed.

"Maybe it's because I'm from Celestia...?"

"That could be a small part of it," Vyers conceded, his head tilting slightly as he watched her go over her own emotions. "You have grown up with different values, after all. How demons treat others and how angels treat others can differ greatly." He paused to consider another question.

"How would you feel if you thought someone else felt the way you did about Laharl?"

The question settled heavily in the room, met with stunned silence from Flonne. She knew how she should answer, of course -- an overlord had many vassals and wouldn't it be ideal if all of them were loyal and dedicated like she was? But the words died before they could leave her. She closed her mouth and lowered her head, unconsciously putting her hand over the painful throb in her chest.

"It...it hurts," she finally answered, her voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. She was stunned at this revelation, confused and growing scared. She finally lifted her head to cast a pleading look at Vyers. "Why would it hurt?"

"Buried deep under feelings of bliss, there is a certain... pain in love. The pain is worth love's other bounties to be sure, but there is always that other side. When someone you love is lost... Or when you are unsure if that person who holds your heart has the same feelings as yourself." Vyers was still smiling, but it had changed now to something more comforting, or so he hoped.

"Any sort of love is that way," he was quick to add. He knew he was confusing her enough already, and though he wished she would realize it to be more than simple friendship, if the love of friendship was what she wanted to believe in right now, he would not stop her. "Harsh and painful, but never without meaning.

Yes, of course...love had its pain, didn't it? She knew that, even if she hadn't experienced it for herself. She'd been lucky, in the way, that loss had never touched her the way it had for others. But thinking about someone else loving Laharl was a pain she'd never thought she could feel. She'd never thought about it before...

"Any sort of love...?" Flonne repeated, wiping away the tears that had sprung up. "A friend would want a friend to...to have more love. Right?"

"It is natural to be selfish," he replied. "Not even angels are free from that. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Yes..." she said softly, distantly, as if her thoughts were elsewhere. Flonne sighed and lowered her head. "I guess it's something I'll have to...to think about." Her mind was still whirling from her heart's reaction to the idea of Laharl loving someone and being loved in the way that she -- she shook her head suddenly, as if to clear away that particular thought.

Instead she stood up from the bed and picked up her feather duster, her back to Vyers. "Um, thank you, Vyers-san, for the talk."

I wonder if I said too much... She seemed to be rather disturbed by whatever thoughts she was having at the moment. "It was no trouble at all. Should there be anything on your mind that you would like to talk about later," because he had no doubt she would need to speak with someone about this, "do not hesitate to ask."

"Yes..." she said again. Turning around, she gave him a bright smile. "Thank you, Vyers-san! And if you need any help with Gwen-san, you can come to me any time!"

Flonne turned around and began cleaning again, the conversation apparently over.

A knuckle brushed against Vyers' chin as he watched Flonne return to work. That smile of hers didn't quite convince him that she was doing any better, but he doubted there was any way to get her to admit that without making things worse. "Mn. I will be sure to keep that in mind," he said, giving her one last glance over his shoulder as he left the room.

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