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[overlords_wrath]

Character(s): Laharl and ?
Content: Aftermath of previous log
Setting: Laharl's room in the Overlord's Castle
Time: Yes.
Warnings: Nada now


Though he was certainly felt exhausted enough to think he could have slept a week or two, the surreal situation in was in kept him from being able to sleep like he would have liked to. He'd found himself drifting in and out, dreams filling the time between. He woke up several times entirely, only to then have trouble sleeping again, as the weight of what had happened to him sunk deeper in. Laharl was, of course, worried of what his mother and Flonne would have to say about this. At least Etna was gone--a fact his dreams didn't seem aware of. How easy he'd be to pick off now.

He kept hoping he'd wake up and find it had also been all a dream, but a touch to his ears kept proving otherwise.

Of course, it took awhile before it occurred to him that perhaps the reason he was struggling had to possibly do with that fact--he was essentially now human, and humans didn't really sleep like demons could, could they?

Laharl did then try to give up on sleeping and just get up for awhile, but he found himself too weak to pull himself from bed. He felt like his body was in some kind of shock--of course, it probably was. To have have his demon half sealed had certainly done a number on him. It seemed he'd be spending a good while longer in his bed.

It was more than just that though. His senses felt dull, his hearing less sharp, his power seemed entirely missing... nothing felt right. It was frightening--a fact he knew but was not about to admit to anyone. It wasn't so much in regards to himself as it was that he was worried about how he was meant to protect Flonne and his mother. He wouldn't be able to fend off an Organization member like this. Hell, he'd be lucky to manage to keep his throne like this. Good thing this wasn't really the Netherworld.

Still, it felt like it enough that Laharl knew they'd need to return to Paixao very soon. Staying here would not be a good plan. That would have to wait, however. For now he just curled up more in his coffin, huddled beneath a blanket--that was another reason why he'd found himself awake; feeling cold sucked.

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[love_freak]

It was strange, how little she'd seen of Laharl lately. Of course, Flonne was partly to blame, as she continued to wander back to Paixao now and again to meet more people and be sociable. But the last time she returned, she couldn't find a single trace of the Overlord. When she tried to pin down Vyers for any answers, he was elusive and somehow always found a way to change the subject. So now she was worried.

Worried enough to walk into Laharl's bedroom without permission. Worried enough to walk up to the coffin he slept in, even though he hated being disturbed -- assuming one could even wake him up, which was a challenge itself.

"Laharl-san...?" The honorific was tacked on in nervous habit, despite her having dropped it recently as she felt more comfortable around him. She was anything but comfortable now, nervous and worried as she was. What if he was sick? What if he wasn't even in there? What if something terrible had happened!?

She gasped as her imagination kicked into overdrive, no shortage of terrible scenarios playing in her head. Laharl was in danger! She ran the rest of the way to his coffin and flung herself inside, tears in her eyes.

"Laharl! Don't die!" she cried as she just about strangled him in her embrace.

[overlords_wrath]

Whatever semblance of sleep he'd been in was quickly ended as he was more than a little shocked right out of it. He cried out in surprise, unable to jerk upwards like his body would have like to, as he found himself pinned down. His next instinct was to shove it the hell away, but as his arms came up, he quickly realized it was someone. Terrified thoughts slammed through his mind, before all the pieces fell into place and he realized who's voice he'd also just heard. Panic was quickly being replaced with flustered.

"F-Flonne?!" he spluttered, sounding a little winded--she was on top of him, after all. He was feeling terribly squashed. "What are you doing?! G-get off me!"

And why the hell had she said something about dying? What had his father told her? Assuming he had told her anything. Although, he did still have blood in his hair, didn't he?

[love_freak]

She hadn't even noticed the blood at first...or anything, really. Her terrible death dreams of Laharl blinded her to a lot of key details, not excluding the fact that he was fine. But now that she was close, she did see the blood and promptly reacted in the most appropriate way.

She panicked.

"L-Laharl! Oh no! You're bleeding! Hang on, I'll heal you!" The coffin was so cramped and she was so flustered, however, that she had a hard time focusing and ended up toppling backwards as she tried to fix him.

But at least now she was mostly off of him.

[overlords_wrath]

"W-what?! No! I'm not--" he paused his sentence, as she fell backwards to the other end of his coffin. What the heck?

With a groan, he sat up and pulled his legs out from under her. Moving so he could look down at her, he momentarily forgot about his current situation and that he was giving her a good clear look at his brown eyes. "You idiot... Would you just calm down?" he demanded, sounding exasperated. What the heck had gotten her so wound up?

[love_freak]

He sounded the way he always did, exasperated and annoyed. That meant he was okay, right? It was enough to calm her down. She shifted awkwardly into a sitting position, wincing as she sat down on her tail. "B-But...you were missing and no one would tell me what happened," she began, tugging her tail out from beneath her.

She looked into his eyes. His brown eyes. Brown eyes with...round pupils? Flonne gaped at him. "Your eyes...!"

[overlords_wrath]

No one was talking? That was good, but it seemed he was going to have to tell her something now.

His eyes widened a fraction, as realization struck that he'd just given her a good look at them and he quickly turned around, embarrassed and unsure where to even begin to explain to her what had happened. He just pulled his blanket up high around him, huddling at the other end of his coffin.

"I-it's..." Nothing? He couldn't really convince her it was nothing, could he? His sentence was finished with a frustrated sound.

[love_freak]

By turning, he afforded her a glimpse of round ears to accompany his human looking eyes. She lifted her hand to her mouth as things began to make sense. But how could this happen? It didn't make sense after all. There was no way...no way he was human.

Flonne scooted closer and gently lifted the blanket off his head. His back was still to her so she couldn't see his face, but she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Laharl, are you...human?"

[overlords_wrath]

Flonne could probably feel him cringe at her question, before he seemed to huddle up even more. It took a moment for his mouth to start moving to make a reply. "I... I was trying to figure out how to make seals," he admitted, hoping maybe she'd just fill in the rest. Even Flonne ought to be able to. ...Hopefully. He didn't really want to have to say it; that he'd screwed up.

[love_freak]

This new revelation was met with more silence as Flonne digested the implications. She sighed after a moment, leaning lightly against his back and hugging him from behind. "I'm just glad you're safe. You could have been killed...o-or worse!" She closed her eyes, arms tightening very slightly around him.

[overlords_wrath]

He didn't even tense at her embrace, having halfway expected it was coming. He was relieved however, that he didn't have to explain any further. It was one of those things he did find himself secretly liking about her. That in a lot of situations he could count on her to somehow understand; he wasn't sure how she managed that, Flonne being Flonne, but more often than not, she did.

"Flonne," he uttered softly.

Laharl ended up just letting her hug him, slowly relaxing, closing his eyes. Maybe one day he'd be able to admit he actually didn't mind her hugging him like this; when she wasn't strangling him, anyways.

[love_freak]

"I suppose this explains Vyers-san's behavior the last few days," Flonne sighed. "He must have been there when you tried it? I'm glad for that." Reluctantly, she moved away and climbed out of the coffin. Straightening her outfit, she continued.

"We'll find a way to fix it, of course...I bet Vyers-san is already on the case! Oh, are you hungry? If you're human now, you have to eat more, I think..."

[overlords_wrath]

Days? It had been days? He didn't think he'd been in bed that long. Maybe he'd slept more than he'd thought. That also meant his mother must have known what had happened by now... Odd he hadn't seen her, then again, maybe she had checked on him while he was asleep?

Laharl didn't correct her about Vyers, though she didn't exactly have the situation right. Really, he was lucky that his father had found him. He didn't want to know what would have happened if he hadn't been found fairly promptly, from the way his father had reacted. Laharl couldn't remember seeing him ever like that. It had been very strange. The blood in his hair though had certainly been a pretty tell-tale sign. Unfortunately, everything that had transpired was more than a little vague in his memories.

He pushed down the faint feeling of disappointment when she pulled away. Hungry? He hadn't really thought about food, but now that she mentioned it... He rested a hand on his stomach, has the notion of food made his stomach whine in hunger. "Yeah... I am," he replied. He wasn't so sure humans ate more so much as they couldn't go long times without food like one could as a demon--something Laharl didn't often do, except when napping.

[love_freak]

"Let's go get you some food, then!" Flonne peered into the coffin, smiling down at him. She seemed cheerful enough, but it was obvious that there was concern and worry under it all, that she was trying to cheer him up for both their sakes. "Don't worry, I won't make it myself," she quickly added with a sigh. If Laharl could barely stomach her cooking as a demon, there was no telling how he'd react to it as a human!

[overlords_wrath]

Laharl, however, hesitated at the idea. "I... I can't go out there," he said, pulling the blanket back around him.

If any of his vassals, fake or not, thought he was human... Really, Laharl wasn't sure what would happen, well, other than being laughed at. He could be de-throned in an instant like this. He really didn't want to show his face out there.

[love_freak]

"What...?" She considered this for a moment, hand to her chin. "Hmm...I guess if you don't want to, I'll just go get it. I'll be right back, okay?" Flonne reached into the coffin to put her hand on his head, smiling.

"Everything's going to be fine, don't worry. I won't tell anyone either, okay?" Then she turned and went out of the room to gather some supplies for him.

[overlords_wrath]

He attempted to brush Flonne's hand off his head when she placed it there--he wasn't a dog! "You better not," he grumbled, sinking down back into his coffin. His mood was definitely souring, the fact he was hungry not helping matters. At least she hadn't forced him to leave his room.

[lovesamidboss]

Gwen had been watching over him often, quiet, letting him sleep because she was sure that he needed it... like this. It was strange. She hadn't seen his eyes yet, the supposed tell-tale of his being human, but... she bet they were like hers. She knew Vyers would find a way to fix things. To think that Laharl was without that part of Krichevskoy was... troubling her, perhaps more than it should be.

Needless to say she was surprised when she passed Flonne by, she hadn't expected to see Laharl awake.

"You're up," she said, softly.

[overlords_wrath]

He hadn't expected to hear another voice so soon after Flonne had left the room. Glancing to the doorway, he only took a glance to see who it was, giving her a good look at those 'tell-tale' signs.

"Mom..."

He quickly looked away.

"Y-yeah."

[lovesamidboss]

Yes... there are those eyes. They throw her for a loop, but she doesn't let it show. Oh, Laharl... She walks into the room and pulls him into a hug.

"You needed the sleep," she told him. "How are you doing?"

[overlords_wrath]

He still stiffened a little at the embrace. Laharl was still Laharl, seal or not. His father had said he was going to tell her what happened; clearly she knew.

"I'm... I'm okay," he said, not wanting to worry her, although it was largely truthful. He was okay, more or less. He just felt weird and obviously rather weakened. ...And hungry, but Flonne was dealing with that issue.

[lovesamidboss]

"You're sure? You don't need anything?"

Though Gwen figured that Flonne was taking care of that, but she couldn't be sure. Better safe than sorry. She sat down on the edge of the coffin, hands still loosely holding to him, but he could break away easily if he wanted to. She wanted to ask him so much, but rational argued that it was too soon. Why didn't you ask your father for help or Why can't you two just trust each other.

She held those questions back, even if they were fueled by worry.

[overlords_wrath]

He could have if he'd wanted to, but it didn't even really cross his mind; not now that he had a bit more space, anyways.

"Mm," he answered, with a quiet affirmation. "Just... kinda hungry, but Flonne went to find something to eat." Hopefully it wouldn't take her too long.

With that, he fell into an awkward silence. He felt like there was something perhaps he should say, but what? Laharl just wasn't sure what to say to her. Of course, it didn't help that he didn't know what his father had told her, although he'd assume it was probably everything. Ugh... He hated screwing up at the best of times, but this time was far worse than any other time. He still couldn't even really figure out where it had all gone wrong.

He also still did not think he was as foolish that he had tried as his father had seemed to think. What did he expect? Laharl was used to having to figure this sort of thing out himself. It wasn't really that long ago that he hadn't had anyone to teach him this sort of thing. He was the Overlord. It had seemed like the sort of thing that should have come easily to him... yet here he was.

[love_freak]

"I'm back!" Flonne chirped from the door, breaking the silence with her effortless cheer and bright smile. She held a tray full of cookies, stopping to bump the door shut behind her with a hip. But as she took in the sight of Laharl and Gwen, she paused, blinking.

"Um...should I leave?" she asked hesitantly, setting down the tray. She didn't want to interrupt them if they were having a heart to heart.

[lovesamidboss]

It probably shouldn't be mentioned that the first thing Gwen thought of when seeing Flonne and the cookies was ".....Did she bake those?" and fearing for her already unwell son. But she had been helping Flonne with cooking and Flonne had been improving... Still. Was it worth the risk?

Maybe she was worrying too much again. Flonne knew better, and Laharl did, too.

"No, it's quite alright, Flonne! Come in, stay."

[overlords_wrath]

Speak of the devil--sort of. Flonne's entrance was actually some what a relief to Laharl. It meant he didn't awkwardly have to try to carry on a conversation about all this with his mother. It also meant food!

Cookies weren't exactly what Laharl had originally had in mind when he'd requested something to eat, but he didn't really care at this point. It was at least something for his hungry stomach.

His mother answered Flonne, so Laharl concentrated on reaching for some cookies, promptly shoving one into his mouth. Flonne had promised they wouldn't be ones she made, so he figured they were safe to eat.

[love_freak]

She glanced between the two before sitting down and taking a cookie for herself. As she nibbled delicately, Flonne mused on how very much alike Laharl and his mother looked, especially now that all trace of his demonic heritage was gone. But of course, in personality, Laharl had more in common with his dad that either would like to admit...

"Ah!" Flonne suddenly said, her mouth still around her cookie. "Gwen-san! Even though you're human, you can still fight pretty well. Maybe you can help Laharl-san adjust to this change, at least until we get it fixed?"

[lovesamidboss]

Good, no poisoning to Laharl. One less thing to worry about. And well, if they were safe... No one can fault Gwen for snagging one for herself.

She looked over to Flonne at the comment, then back to Laharl, thinking.

"It does sound like a good idea." Though she wasn't sure that with her style of fighting that she had many tips that would be benefit Laharl, since her focus was archery. But she did have a hand with daggers, so maybe that could help her find a way to help Laharl.

[overlords_wrath]

"O-oi. It's not like I've forgotten how to fight, you know" Laharl said, having finished another cookie.

Laharl was fairly skilled with most weapons, and it had nothing to do with being a demon. On the other hand, however, he wasn't so sure he could handle his large and heavy sword right now. Also, admittedly, brute strength was largely his way of fighting most of the time. He'd have to rely more on his skill now. So, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to figure out what he now could and couldn't do. It wasn't really was something he'd want to have to figure out on the fly.

"B-but... yeah... maybe it is," he mumbled, hesitating still to admit it. Although, of course, it's not like he'd turn down the chance to possibly learn something from his mother.

ooops forgot about this.

[love_freak]

"You're more fragile now, Laharl-san!" Flonne interjected with a concerned frown. "You won't be able to just punch your way through obstacles anymore." Inwardly, the fallen angel was congratulating herself on how clever she was, helping to foster an even closer relationship between mother and son. Ah, how great she was with matters of the heart!

"Gwen-san, you could surely teach him more about defense, right?"

[lovesamidboss]

Oh, Flonne. Well, it was a good plan, matters-of-the-heart or not.

"We just don't want to see you get hurt, Laharl," Gwen replied. "Not if there's something we can do to help." Gwen would feel awful if her son got in a fight and it went awry. She gave a nod and a smile to the fallen angel. "I think I might have a few tricks up my sleeve."

[overlords_wrath]

"I... guess... then..." he mumbled, defeated. There hadn't really been any way to argue against it in the first place; not when he was up against Flonne AND his mother. He'd lost the moment Flonne had brought it up, really. It wasn't fair, them teaming up on him like this.