paixaorpg | Your Mid-Boss Has Encountered an Error and Needs to Shut Down [completed]

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Your Mid-Boss Has Encountered an Error and Needs to Shut Down [completed]

Character(s): Vyers and Gwen
Content: After this journal and this mb post, Vyers has become a useless mass of self-loathing and pity awaiting his fate.
Setting: Vyers' apartment/room
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: I... I don't even.

He already knew he had done something awful. It had taken him awhile to figure out just what was going on and piece together what exactly the bubbling feelings he had toward all the women whose paths he had crossed were, but once he had, the pieces of a horribly wrong jigsaw puzzle had fit together. Vyers hadn't had all the pieces, but he had enough to know just what he had done. With that in mind, making that post on his journal hadn't been the best of ideas. On the other hand, he hadn't exactly been thinking clearly.

And he should have known some--many--all of the women would look on him poorly for it. That in itself was a terrible blow to his heart, but the subsequent message board post...

The shame, the absolute shame! Once everything was fixed Vyers had intended to let Gwen know, but now how could he? She already knew, she was angry, and he had no one to blame but himself. Worthless... he was absolutely worthless! To throw that love he held dear to the winds... To let himself be led around for so long by a potion! There was no excuse...

She could do whatever she wanted to him. He deserved every bit.

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Gwen walked for awhile. She walked until her anger smoothed away and her voice of reason crawled back in. Vyers was acting out of sorts. Vyers - Krichevskoy - who knocked over a mountain when she said "yes" to his marriage proposal. He may be one to see the beauty in life, treasure and respect it... but he would never do her wrong. Gwen knows this. Always.

She had an idea of where he was; it wasn't too hard to figure out. He... was peculiar about his ways. His only fault was forgetting to lock the door - she didn't really want to beat it down - and she slid in silently, smiling sadly at him for a moment, before tiptoeing over and seating herself cross-legged to the floor.

Vyers frowned a little bit when the door opened (he could have sworn he locked it... had he unlocked it afterward by mistake?) but didn't move. He stayed that way for awhile, aware on some level that someone else was in the room, having a good idea who it was, and still too afraid to face her. Why had she done nothing to him yet? Was she waiting for something? The thought of seeing her angry, accusing eyes brought forward another wave of dread.

If it were possible, Vyers would have sunk even deeper into the floor.

She offers him a lopsided smile. Her arms dangle over her lap. Seeing him like this was painful, and there was going to be hell to be paid on whoever did this to her demon. For now, they would have to deal with whatever it was and... she would just have to find a way to not pummel him in the process.

"It's alright, honey. This state of yours is unbecoming of you."

He winced a bit when she spoke, but slowly the words sunk in and Vyers began to realize that there was no anger in them. He frowned again, this time more out of confusion than anything else, but after a moment he pushed himself up off the floor to look at Gwen. "You... are not angry?" he asked quietly, still unable to push away the guilt he felt.

"I was." She chuckles softly. "Oh, I was furious. But, then I remembered something."

She leans a little more towards him.

Vyers mirrored the action, eagerly, curiously waiting for her answer. "What?"

If she had been angry enough - if she had been a vengeful, harpy of a woman - this would be the time to slap him. So close, so trusting... But Gwen was none of those things. She was his wife.

"That you're my husband, and I'm the only one who you've let claim your heart, and that's not going to change, no matter what's... clouding you."

Quite honestly, Vyers would not have blamed her if she had slapped him, nor held any ill will. The situation may not have entirely been his fault, but he could not deny that he had done Gwen wrong. And so, as she finished her words, he could not help but pull her into a hug, holding her tight, reluctant to let go. "Thank you," he whispered, voice cracking a little. For understanding... For trusting him... Ah, he truly did not deserve her.

But he really should tell her what he learned, shouldn't he? Vyers still wasn't entirely sure how to go about it, but it did seem like she understood that something wasn't right. He sighed and let her go in order to look into her eyes. "Do you remember our... outing?" He had called it a date a few times before, but he wasn't completely sure he wanted to call it that, considering everything that had gone wrong.

He did deserve her - more than he would probably ever know. More than she's probably ever mention.

She leans back when he releases her, gaze taking on a perplexed nature. "I don't think I will ever forget that... 'outing'," she replies with a lopsided smile.

Neither would Vyers. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life--which, considering the directions his life seemed to take recently, was saying something. "Well," Vyers began, more than a little uncomfortable with the explanation, "if you remember the wine that I had... It seems it was laced with a..." He gave a laugh filled more with nervousness than humor. "A love potion."

Gwen just stares at him unblinkingly for a good few moments. Sorry, Vyers. She knows you're embarrassed but she can't help the laughter that bubbles forth, no matter how much she tries to stifle it.

A love potion? She believes him, but she still can't stop.

For a moment, all Vyers could do was stare at his wife. She was... laughing? "I, I am telling the truth!" he insisted, mistaking her amusement for disbelief. "I would not act in such a deplorable manner otherwise! Urd said it herself that a love potion was the cause!"

The laughter is still there, underlying her words. "Oh honey, I know, I know. I believe you." She places a hand on his shoulder and hopes that he can see it in her eyes that she really does. "You must not have known what to do with yourself."

He sighed, thankful for her touch. It was a little surprising just how much that alone was able to calm his nerves. How strange it was that he still wasn't used to feeling her touch again. "It... was rather odd," he admitted. It was as though he forgot about everything else when in the presence of a woman. And when there were many around... Well, that's when things got really confusing. He really should have figured out that something was wrong earlier.

"I'd say for you to tell me all about it, but I'm not sure if that'd actually help, hm?" she sounds thoughtful; curious herself, but really not sure if any good could come from it, other than perhaps her husband hiding in a corner again. "I'm sure others will forgive you..." In time. Megara seemed pretty dead-set in her ways...

Vyers glanced away in embarrassment. "Not exactly." He wasn't exactly sure how much of it he wanted to tell. Not that he had done anything particularly awful, but just thinking of telling his wife the details of his love potion-addled state was embarrassing enough.

"Come on then," she says suddenly, getting to her feet and moving her hands to the end up his sleeves to tug at him to follow her up.

"Let's get you some fresh air. Moping will do you no good!"

He blinked up at her and let out a small noise of confusion, but got to his feet to follow her. He wouldn't say he was moping but he could agree to some fresh air.

He was moping.

End of story.

Unless wallowing in his own fear of his wife and the possible trauma he may have spread didn't fall under the category of moping -

No, he was just moping.

Gwen leads him along outside, making it up as she went along, pausing when they made it out to the apartment and taking a deep breath before a new idea forms in her head. "Maybe we should have a picnic." You know, a decent date without drugged booze.

Vyers hesitated a little before replying to Gwen's suggestion. It wasn't so much that he minded the idea of a picnic so much as it brought up the memory of certain embarrassing deeds. As was the case with many of the things he had done then, it was all for a good cause, but... certain things were just better off not brought up.

But surely all would go well as long as Laharl or Flonne didn't come by or see or bring that up. He had the feeling he would never hear the end of it. "I suppose," he agreed. "It might be rather nice."

That train of thought stopped in his head as another one entered. "Though... doing so now may not be the best idea."

Edited 2011-10-05 03:50 (UTC)

She stops to look back at him, first with confusion, then a frown, and then a small bit of understanding.

"Still 'under the weather', hm?" She supposes he might not have founded a way to get fixed yet. "You should do something about that, then. I can take a rain check."

"I am not entirely certain as to how something like this can be fixed," Vyers admitted, slumping a little. Urd had said something about having a cure somewhere in her home, but as lovely and intelligent as the goddess was, he still couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about going into Urd's home and picking out the cure on his own.

"But once I am myself again, I would be more than happy to accompany you," he said with a wavering smile, attempting to stamp out any of the worries he might have. It was better to have a positive attitude going into these sorts of things after all.

She frowns in thought. "There must be some way to reverse the effects." She smiles. "So, it's a rain check, then."

A rain check... There was really no other way around it, was there? But he still couldn't help but still be rather disappointed. Despite previous picnic-related mishaps, he was actually looking forward to it. Any time he was able to spend with her was precious. "Miss Urd offered a cure at her home while she is away. The bottle is supposed to be labeled so it should not be too difficult to take care of," he said. He hoped.

"Good then. Perhaps you should... see to that. ...Would you like company?" She tries to stifle down her expression, but there's enough showing through that she doesn't... entirely wish to join him. A picnic is one thing; they could easily be to themselves, but she's not sure... she can handle going through the city with him still dosed up on Urd's potion.

Even knowing what's wrong with him, she's not sure she can reign herself in. It'd be for his own safety if he went alone.

Gwen had no need to worry about that. Vyers's embarrassment easily outweighed any want to have someone beside him. "I think it will be all right," he said, looking a little unsure.

After a moment, he nodded again. "Yes, I will be fine." Be positive...

Ah, good.

"Be safe, then," she tells him, and leans up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek, and then tips away, waggling her fingers in a small wave goodbye.

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Your Mid-Boss Has Encountered an Error and Needs to Shut Down [completed]

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yay not getting notifs~ -.-

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