Unexpected Emotions [Completed]
Character(s): Laharl and Flonne~
Content: After an argument with his father, he takes off from the apartment.
Setting: Somewhere outside... \O_o/
Time: Uh.... evening? Getting dark!
Warnings: OH HAI ANGST. IT'S BEEN AWHILE.
When he'd started talking to his father, he certainly hadn't expected it to quite go the way it had gone. He'd been trying to keep his usual self somewhat checked since his mother had returned, though Laharl knew full well he couldn't hide his true self from his mother forever, but he hadn't meant to reveal it like that. He also had not expected to feel the way he felt now when he had.
He hadn't thought of his capture by the Organization for some time now. He'd tried very hard to push what happened from his mind. What Laharl had tried so hard to forget all came slamming back into him the moment his mother yelled at him. The moment he'd realized what he'd just let her see. All Larxene's poisonous words filling his head... that his mother would be ashamed of him... that he'd wasted her gift of life... that he was a disappointment of a son... a failure.
The young demon had never really faced what he'd gone through; he hadn't come to any kind of terms with it. He'd simply swept the memories to the back of his mind, and tried his best to not think about it, which had become easier as time had passed. It seemed they'd not been half as buried as he had thought.
He felt almost like he was going to be sick.
The onslaught of emotions had been too much for him and he just couldn't face his mother, so he'd bolted. The window had been as good a way out as any. He just had to get away from that apartment, but he wasn't sure where to go. Going anywhere wasn't really even on his mind.The only place he really wanted to be was curled up in his coffin in his own room... Of course, he could in a way, but that required getting to the upper floors and, more to the point, knowing where he even was. He was stumbling blindly through the deep snow as it was, clenching and gritting his teeth; trying to ignore the small part of him that wanted to just stop and breakdown.
The snow had gotten very deep over the past week and didn't show any signs of stopping; it was well up over his knees. It was mostly a hindrance than anything else to him, as demons were barely affected by the cold, but he seemed to feel it more tonight, as he stumbled along. Maybe it was the human in him? He didn't usually think of himself as being half human, but none-the-less, he was, as certain relatives did like pointing out, which was likely why he made effort to never think of himself that way. Of course, thinking of them, particularly one of them, was not a welcome thought right now at all. He'd been really lucky Larxene hadn't been able to get that deep into his memories...
Ugh, he just really might be sick at this rate. Dammit!
Something in his chest just... hurt. It had hurt then too; when he had been at Larxene's mercy and he didn't mean just the pain she had inflicted upon him physically. The idea of disappointing his mother... hurt, and now he feared he had. It was all just too much. Stupid emotions! He hated them! He hated what they did to him! He just couldn't handle them. He didn't know how to. It just didn't seem to ever get any easier.
He finally stumbled to his hands and knees. Light was fading, and the snow was getting a little heavier. Walking was getting far too difficult. Laharl had wanted to be alone, but now he was starting to think this hadn't been his best of ideas. As much as he couldn't face his mother, he wished she was here.
Laharl felt something brushing his arm that was clutch his chest, distracting him for a moment. Wrapping his fingers around it, he instantly realized what it was. Flonne... He closed his eyes, clamping his hand around her pendant that had found it's way out of it's hiding spot within the neck of his scarf. Where was she right now? Probably back at the apartment, his own thoughts answered for him. There was something deep inside him wishing she could be here about now...
He didn't get back to his feet at this point; he just collapsed over onto his side in the snow and simply laid there. He didn't know what to do.
Content: After an argument with his father, he takes off from the apartment.
Setting: Somewhere outside... \O_o/
Time: Uh.... evening? Getting dark!
Warnings: OH HAI ANGST. IT'S BEEN AWHILE.
When he'd started talking to his father, he certainly hadn't expected it to quite go the way it had gone. He'd been trying to keep his usual self somewhat checked since his mother had returned, though Laharl knew full well he couldn't hide his true self from his mother forever, but he hadn't meant to reveal it like that. He also had not expected to feel the way he felt now when he had.
He hadn't thought of his capture by the Organization for some time now. He'd tried very hard to push what happened from his mind. What Laharl had tried so hard to forget all came slamming back into him the moment his mother yelled at him. The moment he'd realized what he'd just let her see. All Larxene's poisonous words filling his head... that his mother would be ashamed of him... that he'd wasted her gift of life... that he was a disappointment of a son... a failure.
The young demon had never really faced what he'd gone through; he hadn't come to any kind of terms with it. He'd simply swept the memories to the back of his mind, and tried his best to not think about it, which had become easier as time had passed. It seemed they'd not been half as buried as he had thought.
He felt almost like he was going to be sick.
The onslaught of emotions had been too much for him and he just couldn't face his mother, so he'd bolted. The window had been as good a way out as any. He just had to get away from that apartment, but he wasn't sure where to go. Going anywhere wasn't really even on his mind.The only place he really wanted to be was curled up in his coffin in his own room... Of course, he could in a way, but that required getting to the upper floors and, more to the point, knowing where he even was. He was stumbling blindly through the deep snow as it was, clenching and gritting his teeth; trying to ignore the small part of him that wanted to just stop and breakdown.
The snow had gotten very deep over the past week and didn't show any signs of stopping; it was well up over his knees. It was mostly a hindrance than anything else to him, as demons were barely affected by the cold, but he seemed to feel it more tonight, as he stumbled along. Maybe it was the human in him? He didn't usually think of himself as being half human, but none-the-less, he was, as certain relatives did like pointing out, which was likely why he made effort to never think of himself that way. Of course, thinking of them, particularly one of them, was not a welcome thought right now at all. He'd been really lucky Larxene hadn't been able to get that deep into his memories...
Ugh, he just really might be sick at this rate. Dammit!
Something in his chest just... hurt. It had hurt then too; when he had been at Larxene's mercy and he didn't mean just the pain she had inflicted upon him physically. The idea of disappointing his mother... hurt, and now he feared he had. It was all just too much. Stupid emotions! He hated them! He hated what they did to him! He just couldn't handle them. He didn't know how to. It just didn't seem to ever get any easier.
He finally stumbled to his hands and knees. Light was fading, and the snow was getting a little heavier. Walking was getting far too difficult. Laharl had wanted to be alone, but now he was starting to think this hadn't been his best of ideas. As much as he couldn't face his mother, he wished she was here.
Laharl felt something brushing his arm that was clutch his chest, distracting him for a moment. Wrapping his fingers around it, he instantly realized what it was. Flonne... He closed his eyes, clamping his hand around her pendant that had found it's way out of it's hiding spot within the neck of his scarf. Where was she right now? Probably back at the apartment, his own thoughts answered for him. There was something deep inside him wishing she could be here about now...
He didn't get back to his feet at this point; he just collapsed over onto his side in the snow and simply laid there. He didn't know what to do.