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7th Love // [Action]
WHO: Flonne & Laharl [and Vyers if he wants to ease drop]
WHAT: Flonne decided it was just better to confess her feelings and roll with the punches.
WHEN: December 4th
WHERE: Their apartment
WARNINGS: Cute fluffy feels??? Possible accidental property damage depending on Laharl's reaction.
For Flonne, preaching about love has always been second nature for her. The moment someone so much as mentioned something to do with love, her eyes would light up like the forth of July.What the fuck is that though, right? Love is an amazing thing and even as a fallen angel she still fully believes in that.
But what about when it has to deal with her own emotions? Ever since she actually realized just how much she loved Laharl, she'd been avoiding home as much as possible. Vyers had mentioned that it was possible that Laharl felt the same way and just simply buried it under everything he could due to his nature. It was all speculation, but it made one thing clear.
This didn't just pop up over night. Deep down inside, she knew she's loved Laharl for a long time. Maybe even around the time they first met? When did it actually start to develop? Deep down she knew; She just didn't allow herself to see it for herself. Dealing with Lucifer really made her realize, but not enough to really understand. The thought of Laharl fighting Lucifer terrified her. After Vyers had his wings ripped off like it was nothing and nearly killed, it scared her. She'd nearly passed out -- or maybe she did -- trying to heal Vyers.
The moment she saw Vyers like that she was scared. The moment Laharl declared he was going to fight Lucifer it didn't just scare her. It terrified her. She didn't want him to get killed. The thought of Laharl dying was enough to cause complex knots in her stomach. She wouldn't be able to pull herself from that sadness. He meant so much to her. He couldn't die on her. She knew how strong he was, but Flonne knew limits.
Talking to Fai had helped a lot when she had been avoiding home by working all the time. Fai may not have had any idea of how much his words helped her. It hurt. She loved Laharl, but she was the first person to know that Laharl didn't believe in love. She knew all about the reasons why at this point. She understood why, but it was painful. What good would it do to love Laharl if she knew he'd probably never really love her or anyone else back? She was the first person to know all about it since she had followed him for the purpose of making him believe.
Finding herself outside by his door, she spent several minutes staring at the door. Except she wasn't her usual self. There was no smile on her face. It just portrayed sadness, hurt, and worry. She told herself she would just get it over with and pick up the pieces to her broken heart afterward to move on. She was so convinced that he'd just call her stupid for having said feelings and turn her away. Just like usual. Taking a deep breath before finally moving her hand, she managed to get herself to knock on his door. Except it was a very soft knocking due to her nerves.
"Laharl-san.... I... Can we talk?" her voice was soft and almost hard to hear. It lacked her usual pep and confidence. Here goes nothing right?
WHAT: Flonne decided it was just better to confess her feelings and roll with the punches.
WHEN: December 4th
WHERE: Their apartment
WARNINGS: Cute fluffy feels??? Possible accidental property damage depending on Laharl's reaction.
For Flonne, preaching about love has always been second nature for her. The moment someone so much as mentioned something to do with love, her eyes would light up like the forth of July.
But what about when it has to deal with her own emotions? Ever since she actually realized just how much she loved Laharl, she'd been avoiding home as much as possible. Vyers had mentioned that it was possible that Laharl felt the same way and just simply buried it under everything he could due to his nature. It was all speculation, but it made one thing clear.
This didn't just pop up over night. Deep down inside, she knew she's loved Laharl for a long time. Maybe even around the time they first met? When did it actually start to develop? Deep down she knew; She just didn't allow herself to see it for herself. Dealing with Lucifer really made her realize, but not enough to really understand. The thought of Laharl fighting Lucifer terrified her. After Vyers had his wings ripped off like it was nothing and nearly killed, it scared her. She'd nearly passed out -- or maybe she did -- trying to heal Vyers.
The moment she saw Vyers like that she was scared. The moment Laharl declared he was going to fight Lucifer it didn't just scare her. It terrified her. She didn't want him to get killed. The thought of Laharl dying was enough to cause complex knots in her stomach. She wouldn't be able to pull herself from that sadness. He meant so much to her. He couldn't die on her. She knew how strong he was, but Flonne knew limits.
Talking to Fai had helped a lot when she had been avoiding home by working all the time. Fai may not have had any idea of how much his words helped her. It hurt. She loved Laharl, but she was the first person to know that Laharl didn't believe in love. She knew all about the reasons why at this point. She understood why, but it was painful. What good would it do to love Laharl if she knew he'd probably never really love her or anyone else back? She was the first person to know all about it since she had followed him for the purpose of making him believe.
Finding herself outside by his door, she spent several minutes staring at the door. Except she wasn't her usual self. There was no smile on her face. It just portrayed sadness, hurt, and worry. She told herself she would just get it over with and pick up the pieces to her broken heart afterward to move on. She was so convinced that he'd just call her stupid for having said feelings and turn her away. Just like usual. Taking a deep breath before finally moving her hand, she managed to get herself to knock on his door. Except it was a very soft knocking due to her nerves.
"Laharl-san.... I... Can we talk?" her voice was soft and almost hard to hear. It lacked her usual pep and confidence. Here goes nothing right?