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Laharl couldn’t sleep.
Which was weird in and of itself. Normally, he slept like the proverbial brick. But for some reason, no matter how he rolled or fidgeted or pounded his pillow, he could just not get comfortable in his coffin. He had no idea how long he’d been at it or what time it was, but it he’d been trying – and failing – to get to sleep long enough for him to get frustrated, adjust his scarf around his neck, and storm out of his room.
Of course, wandering his castle at night wasn’t much better. Assassins and challengers to the throne had stopped coming at night: he hadn’t had one since that moronic swordsman had tried to wake him for a fight in the middle of the night and ended up having to wait three days for Laharl to finish his nap.
Which is why he froze at hearing the voice – he sure wasn’t expecting anybody to be up at this hour of night (whatever it was). Drawing his sword from his scarf and holding it at the ready, he headed for the source of the voice. Whoever it was, they were going to be sorry they were in his castle.
He gave a barely audible growl as he finally figured out where the voice was coming from. They were going to be even sorrier they were in Flonne’s room.
Wait. That was Flonne’s voice. What the hell was she doing up?
He put his sword away and pushed the door open, poking his head into the room and looking around. Weird…Flonne wasn’t up. From what he could tell, she was snug under her covers…talking. He inched closer to her – was she talking in her sleep? “Oi,” he said quietly, poking at her shoulder. “Oi. Flonne. Wake up.”
She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times. “Mmm…Laharl-san?” she questioned. “It’s really dark for morning, isn’t it.”
“Yeah,” Laharl replied. After a few moments of silence – trying to figure out what to say – he finally spoke again. “You…you were talking.”
“Oh,” was Flonne’s soft reply, soon accompanied by a smile. “I must’ve been dreaming,” she said simply, as though that explained everything.
It didn’t – at least, not to Laharl. Why the hell was she talking in her dreams? It didn’t make any damn sense. Then again, Laharl had long since given up trying to make Flonne make sense. “Well…don’t do it. It’s weird.”
This prompted another slightly surprised “Oh,” from Flonne. “Um…okay,” she continued brightly as Laharl turned to leave. “Although…”
Almost out the door, Laharl stopped as Flonne trailed off. After a few more seconds of silence, he spoke up. “Yeah?”
“I think you were in it, Laharl-san,” Flonne smiled. “So it must’ve been a good dream.” That said, she settled back into her blankets and closed her eyes, leaving Laharl to puzzle over that particular comment.
He didn’t sleep a wink all night.
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Hope you like. Merry Christmas! ♥
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Laharl couldn’t sleep.
Which was weird in and of itself. Normally, he slept like the proverbial brick. But for some reason, no matter how he rolled or fidgeted or pounded his pillow, he could just not get comfortable in his coffin. He had no idea how long he’d been at it or what time it was, but it he’d been trying – and failing – to get to sleep long enough for him to get frustrated, adjust his scarf around his neck, and storm out of his room.
Of course, wandering his castle at night wasn’t much better. Assassins and challengers to the throne had stopped coming at night: he hadn’t had one since that moronic swordsman had tried to wake him for a fight in the middle of the night and ended up having to wait three days for Laharl to finish his nap.
Which is why he froze at hearing the voice – he sure wasn’t expecting anybody to be up at this hour of night (whatever it was). Drawing his sword from his scarf and holding it at the ready, he headed for the source of the voice. Whoever it was, they were going to be sorry they were in his castle.
He gave a barely audible growl as he finally figured out where the voice was coming from. They were going to be even sorrier they were in Flonne’s room.
Wait. That was Flonne’s voice. What the hell was she doing up?
He put his sword away and pushed the door open, poking his head into the room and looking around. Weird…Flonne wasn’t up. From what he could tell, she was snug under her covers…talking. He inched closer to her – was she talking in her sleep? “Oi,” he said quietly, poking at her shoulder. “Oi. Flonne. Wake up.”
She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times. “Mmm…Laharl-san?” she questioned. “It’s really dark for morning, isn’t it.”
“Yeah,” Laharl replied. After a few moments of silence – trying to figure out what to say – he finally spoke again. “You…you were talking.”
“Oh,” was Flonne’s soft reply, soon accompanied by a smile. “I must’ve been dreaming,” she said simply, as though that explained everything.
It didn’t – at least, not to Laharl. Why the hell was she talking in her dreams? It didn’t make any damn sense. Then again, Laharl had long since given up trying to make Flonne make sense. “Well…don’t do it. It’s weird.”
This prompted another slightly surprised “Oh,” from Flonne. “Um…okay,” she continued brightly as Laharl turned to leave. “Although…”
Almost out the door, Laharl stopped as Flonne trailed off. After a few more seconds of silence, he spoke up. “Yeah?”
“I think you were in it, Laharl-san,” Flonne smiled. “So it must’ve been a good dream.” That said, she settled back into her blankets and closed her eyes, leaving Laharl to puzzle over that particular comment.
He didn’t sleep a wink all night.
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Hope you like. Merry Christmas! ♥
