This is Not Moping [Active]
Character(s): Laharl and Urd... and then an Etna!
Content: Moping, boobs AND fighting it seems.
Setting: Muspelheim area, somewhere on a high perch on an arch or something.
Time: Sunset/dusk
Warnings: Boobs. >O
He really hadn't expected Flonne to suddenly vanish. She'd been here almost as long as he had. Laharl had come to take it for granted, but the city--castle? Whatever this place was-- it had once more proven that nothing could be taken for granted.
So soon after his mother had disappeared, the effects of someone important to him vanishing were upon him again. Just... why did it have to be Flonne?
It was for the best! It was better she wasn't here. It was a fact he had to keep reminding himself of.
Flonne had been injured in more ways than one here, much like himself. If she could forget that, it would be better for her. It was things she shouldn't have ever had to even experience, after all. Not to mention this also would free him of that stupid confession. He couldn't decide if he regretted it or not, but he certainly hadn't been ready in the slightest. He still hated being backed into a corner like he had, and repeatedly wondered why he hadn't held out.
Well, then 'Mid-Boss' would have revealed it instead, wouldn't he? At least, that was the impression he'd gotten.
Oh well, whatever. It was all moot now. Flonne would forget it all, and that was that.
Still, Laharl felt miserable inside, for reasons he just couldn't fathom. She was gone, but he really still wished she wasn't.
Sighing, he looked down over the city below him. The sun in the fake sky was vanishing, but it was still clear enough to see, especially from his vantage point, high on a stone arch that was one of many that supported the gigantic domed ceiling.
"Ugh... stupid feelings..." he muttered to no one in particular, resting his head on his drawn up knees. The prang of loneliness just didn't want to go away, and it annoyed him no end.
Content: Moping, boobs AND fighting it seems.
Setting: Muspelheim area, somewhere on a high perch on an arch or something.
Time: Sunset/dusk
Warnings: Boobs. >O
He really hadn't expected Flonne to suddenly vanish. She'd been here almost as long as he had. Laharl had come to take it for granted, but the city--castle? Whatever this place was-- it had once more proven that nothing could be taken for granted.
So soon after his mother had disappeared, the effects of someone important to him vanishing were upon him again. Just... why did it have to be Flonne?
It was for the best! It was better she wasn't here. It was a fact he had to keep reminding himself of.
Flonne had been injured in more ways than one here, much like himself. If she could forget that, it would be better for her. It was things she shouldn't have ever had to even experience, after all. Not to mention this also would free him of that stupid confession. He couldn't decide if he regretted it or not, but he certainly hadn't been ready in the slightest. He still hated being backed into a corner like he had, and repeatedly wondered why he hadn't held out.
Well, then 'Mid-Boss' would have revealed it instead, wouldn't he? At least, that was the impression he'd gotten.
Oh well, whatever. It was all moot now. Flonne would forget it all, and that was that.
Still, Laharl felt miserable inside, for reasons he just couldn't fathom. She was gone, but he really still wished she wasn't.
Sighing, he looked down over the city below him. The sun in the fake sky was vanishing, but it was still clear enough to see, especially from his vantage point, high on a stone arch that was one of many that supported the gigantic domed ceiling.
"Ugh... stupid feelings..." he muttered to no one in particular, resting his head on his drawn up knees. The prang of loneliness just didn't want to go away, and it annoyed him no end.