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paixaorpg2013-02-01 05:19 pm
overlords_wrath) wrote in paixaorpg2013-02-01 05:19 pm
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Character(s): Laharl and this time really anyone. lol
Content: Locked in his own dungeon... but he has visitation rights, at least.
Setting: Netherworld Floor, dungeon of the Overlord's Castle
Time: Night
Warnings: Unhappy demon
Note: Multi-threaded! And derp apologies for another post already ^^;
He still couldn't believe his father had left him locked in the dungeon. He'd been here at least an hour he thought, but he wasn't really sure. It was impossible to tell the passage of time way down here. With only a few torches, the dungeon was dark, no outside light reaching it.
Laharl sat huddled in a corner at the front of the cell, looking horribly unhappy, for numerous reasons. The first was, of course, the whole reason he was down here in the first place. The whole incident replayed in his head, over and over. There wasn't really anything he could have done differently... except perhaps NOT letting on to others what he was considering. As for his dad... he wasn't really sure how to feel about his father's actions. Not to say he wasn't angry about the whole thing--he was, but... Laharl couldn't forget the apologetic and regretful look on his father's face. He hadn't really wanted to do this. His... father was trying to protect him? The whole thing was hard to digest.
The second was, despite his father having loosened his scarf so he could get eventually free, after struggling and rolling around trying to do so, he'd only managed to do the complete opposite. Frustrated and exhausted, he'd finally just given up for the time being, and huddled up where he now was.
The third thing was just simply being stuck down here alone. Sometimes he valued his alone time, but he wasn't enjoying it right now in the least. And especially not when being down here was stirring up memories of when the Organization had captured him. That was definitely not something he needed to be reminded of now.
With still no intentions of backing down, Laharl had no idea how long he'd end up stuck down here. It certainly seemed like it could be awhile, much to his chargin, as he wasn't sure how he'd even get through a night of this, much less days or longer.
Content: Locked in his own dungeon... but he has visitation rights, at least.
Setting: Netherworld Floor, dungeon of the Overlord's Castle
Time: Night
Warnings: Unhappy demon
Note: Multi-threaded! And derp apologies for another post already ^^;
He still couldn't believe his father had left him locked in the dungeon. He'd been here at least an hour he thought, but he wasn't really sure. It was impossible to tell the passage of time way down here. With only a few torches, the dungeon was dark, no outside light reaching it.
Laharl sat huddled in a corner at the front of the cell, looking horribly unhappy, for numerous reasons. The first was, of course, the whole reason he was down here in the first place. The whole incident replayed in his head, over and over. There wasn't really anything he could have done differently... except perhaps NOT letting on to others what he was considering. As for his dad... he wasn't really sure how to feel about his father's actions. Not to say he wasn't angry about the whole thing--he was, but... Laharl couldn't forget the apologetic and regretful look on his father's face. He hadn't really wanted to do this. His... father was trying to protect him? The whole thing was hard to digest.
The second was, despite his father having loosened his scarf so he could get eventually free, after struggling and rolling around trying to do so, he'd only managed to do the complete opposite. Frustrated and exhausted, he'd finally just given up for the time being, and huddled up where he now was.
The third thing was just simply being stuck down here alone. Sometimes he valued his alone time, but he wasn't enjoying it right now in the least. And especially not when being down here was stirring up memories of when the Organization had captured him. That was definitely not something he needed to be reminded of now.
With still no intentions of backing down, Laharl had no idea how long he'd end up stuck down here. It certainly seemed like it could be awhile, much to his chargin, as he wasn't sure how he'd even get through a night of this, much less days or longer.
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She smiled, glad that he couldn't see. She didn't want him to misinterpret it as though she was making fun of him.
"I know what you mean. It's all a part of growing up. Doesn't make them any easier, though."
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Talking about this was hard, when he was only barely holding himself together. This wasn't how he was used to dealing with emotions and he didn't even know what to do when it was things like this. When things bothered him he got angry! He blew things up! Or he'd ignore them, pretend they didn't exist. Deny them! That's how he dealt with emotions. This? This was different. They were just so strong and he was hurting. He felt the need for emotional release, but locked up down here was keeping him from it. What was he meant to do? Talk about it? Cry? Those weren't that easy to do! Not for him.
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"It's hard. Holding onto those feelings are part of what makes us who we are." She wanted to tell him that he needed to use those feelings as his power, but that's part of the reason why he's in this cell in the first place. "You will be able to do something, Laharl. Use them against the Organization, when you get out of here," she said at last, hugging him a little tighter.
Was this really the best she could do for him? It was hard to be a parent, sometimes.
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He leaned in a little closer as she tightened the hug, pressing his face gently into her shoulder, hiding it from her so she didn't have to see his pained face. Knowing he would be able to do something eventually didn't really help him now. "I just..." he began, before realizing he wasn't really sure what he was trying to say. "I just don't know, he finally said, shuddering a little. "I just don't know..." Laharl repeated, voice cracking a little.
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She dabbed a sleeve at her face, rubbing away tear trails, and placed a hand to rest atop Laharl's head for a long moment, brushing it over his hair.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as though it would help, as though it would reach him in his sleep. "But your father's waiting for me. I have to go help find the door. And then..." And then Laharl could join them.
She pulled herself away and walked to the cell door, glanced back over at him, then finally took her leave.