❰ though he went to the safehouse a bit early in anticipation of emil waking him at dusk, his post-rune hibernation is still cut miserably short, and waking from it is like clawing his way through a pond filled with tree sap. but finally, only a bit belated, he makes his way to the surface. a hand darts up to clumsily wrap around emil's wrist in a silent 'stop shaking, i'm working on it', and he holds on for good measure while he takes the couple more breaths and seconds that he needs to drag open his eyelids.
it's dark. it's dark and emil's still here.
letting go of his wrist, lalli pushes himself upright to look up at the sky, then back at emil - as if he's having a little trouble believing (or maybe just processing) that this actually worked. ❱
Does it feel-...? ❰ wrong, at all? pardon him and his barely-enunciated words, the dregs of sleep are clinging to him a bit harder than usual at the moment. it'll be better in a minute or two, since he has no intention of just going back to sleep when something this important is actually successfully happening. ❱
( The shaking does indeed stop once his hand is grasped, and instead Emil will wait still, eager for the recognition that his friend will eventually reach. He's exhibited quite a bit of patience today, and he'll continue the pattern while Lalli gets his bearing.
Once he's up and asking, Emil shakes his head. ) Not at all. It's way past the time where it would be basically unbearable. ( You get some extra sleep and some extra surety, Lalli. He leans against the mattress, excited to finally share this with someone else, but especially him. )
That means we can get Klaus here tomorrow and you don't have to wear yourself out every day. ( At least until the home-building goes into full swing, but that's a more manageable kind of tired; fulfilling physical fatigue versus an all-over, body and mind submission. The giddy hopefulness is returning to him in spades, so even the prospect of hard labor isn't bringing him down right now. )
❰ the answer, whether or not he already kind of assumed it, earns a pleased sort of hum as he makes to lay back down. an afterthought seems to catch him before he finishes the motion, and he's scooting away a bit to curl up at one end of the mattress, a hand snaking out from his pile of bedding to catch emil's shoulder and tug vaguely up toward the two-thirds of the bed that now sit thoroughly unoccupied. ❱
Can't picture him camping. ❰ there's something good-humored in his tone regardless of fatigue, like either the thought amuses him a little or he's still just plain pleased that this is all working out in the first place. ❱
( He really did state the obvious, but it felt like it needed to be reassured to his friend. Maybe it was just to solidify his own excitement. When he's pulled at, Emil takes only a moment to recognize what he's being invited to. Crawling up onto the mattress, he examines his friend before sitting in a more cross-legged position. He's not tired enough to lay down yet, but he'll get there. )
Me neither. He'll have to get used to roughing it if he wants to avoid Ivar. ( The image of Klaus in the wilderness is somewhat amusing to Emil; he could potentially start a campfire but anything past that is quite impossible to take seriously. ) I also can't picture him building the house. At least his height might be useful.
( Maybe he'll surprise them and somehow be capable in this area. Emil doesn't necessarily feel like he has to be, though. That may change when he's frustrated and over-worked, but the general idea that Klaus can just exist there without contributing is certainly present. He's come to like that guy quite a lot, so it's okay if this is something that they do for him and not necessarily with him.
The feeling of comfort is convincing him to stretch out and lay down, swiveling to fall back with his top half closer to Lalli. He can barely see the curve of his friend outside of his peripheral, but that's fine. Emil doesn't need to see him to be assured that he's there. )
I can't believe that in a few months this is going to be an actual house. ( More than anything he's capable of seeing the beams above him. It's pretty remarkable that after a while, a roof will be covered up the sky between all of them. )
❰ to be honest, lalli didn't much envision klaus helping either. he'd just... be here. not getting killed. maybe healing any injuries if they come, since lalli also can't envision emil being terribly adept with basic carpentry tools. but that's fine. emil will learn, and klaus will continue to not get killed.
emil's sprawling now in the space that lalli left for him, wondering aloud about the house they're going to build. and while the finn had expected the timeframe to be a bit harder to come to terms with, emil seems to have embraced it wholeheartedly. it's oddly pleasing, to have emil as gung-ho as lalli himself is. he'd expected complaint. maybe he shouldn't have. maybe next time he won't. ❱
I can't picture it yet, ❰ he admits, voice barely more than a murmur in their new proximity. he can picture the layout and structure, maybe even the walls and the floor, but he can't picture it as a home yet.
his eyes search the side of emil's face, the way the swede's own eyes wonder at the beams overhead. if you blink you might miss the sliver of warmth in his tone as he tacks on, ❱ Bet you can, though.
( If there's one thing in this world Emil likes, it's comfort. To be secure and safe. While he's still a man of the military and has an attachment to his job, he's come to understand that the excitement of that life is actually grave danger wrapped in a palatable package from the outside. Maybe other people in other militaries are more in tune with this reality -- no, that's a guarantee. Through his adventure, though, Emil has gained a great appreciation for safety and comfort that goes beyond the selfish gluttony he was once plagued with.
And thus the opportunity to create the ideal space that is nothing but safety and close quarters to people he cares about...he can't help but fully idealize it, picturing ideal scenarios and setups. When Lalli asks, he's quick to oblige. )
Of course. ( As they're laying in the largest middle room, he quickly assumes that to be the living room. He lifts an arm to illustrate some of his descriptions, pointing and mapping what the space looks like in his mind. ) You can have a nice fireplace there, a couch -- oh, not the one you think is ugly if you don't want. There are certain limitations without animals, but a nice threaded rug. I don't know what kind of windows we can put in, but big ones would be nice.
Don't get me started on the rooms. ( Emil's arm rests back onto his chest. He's actually jotted down a few rectangular maps of how he'd like things arranged. It's putting the cart before the horse, but it fends off boredom and isn't totally without worth.
He's also sketched out a few ideas for other rooms, including the one his friend gave him permission to assist with. He could launch into a whole spiel about his opinions, but he leaves it at: ) Yours would look nice with a big, plush rug.
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it's dark. it's dark and emil's still here.
letting go of his wrist, lalli pushes himself upright to look up at the sky, then back at emil - as if he's having a little trouble believing (or maybe just processing) that this actually worked. ❱
Does it feel-...? ❰ wrong, at all? pardon him and his barely-enunciated words, the dregs of sleep are clinging to him a bit harder than usual at the moment. it'll be better in a minute or two, since he has no intention of just going back to sleep when something this important is actually successfully happening. ❱
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Once he's up and asking, Emil shakes his head. ) Not at all. It's way past the time where it would be basically unbearable. ( You get some extra sleep and some extra surety, Lalli. He leans against the mattress, excited to finally share this with someone else, but especially him. )
That means we can get Klaus here tomorrow and you don't have to wear yourself out every day. ( At least until the home-building goes into full swing, but that's a more manageable kind of tired; fulfilling physical fatigue versus an all-over, body and mind submission. The giddy hopefulness is returning to him in spades, so even the prospect of hard labor isn't bringing him down right now. )
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Can't picture him camping. ❰ there's something good-humored in his tone regardless of fatigue, like either the thought amuses him a little or he's still just plain pleased that this is all working out in the first place. ❱
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Me neither. He'll have to get used to roughing it if he wants to avoid Ivar. ( The image of Klaus in the wilderness is somewhat amusing to Emil; he could potentially start a campfire but anything past that is quite impossible to take seriously. ) I also can't picture him building the house. At least his height might be useful.
( Maybe he'll surprise them and somehow be capable in this area. Emil doesn't necessarily feel like he has to be, though. That may change when he's frustrated and over-worked, but the general idea that Klaus can just exist there without contributing is certainly present. He's come to like that guy quite a lot, so it's okay if this is something that they do for him and not necessarily with him.
The feeling of comfort is convincing him to stretch out and lay down, swiveling to fall back with his top half closer to Lalli. He can barely see the curve of his friend outside of his peripheral, but that's fine. Emil doesn't need to see him to be assured that he's there. )
I can't believe that in a few months this is going to be an actual house. ( More than anything he's capable of seeing the beams above him. It's pretty remarkable that after a while, a roof will be covered up the sky between all of them. )
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emil's sprawling now in the space that lalli left for him, wondering aloud about the house they're going to build. and while the finn had expected the timeframe to be a bit harder to come to terms with, emil seems to have embraced it wholeheartedly. it's oddly pleasing, to have emil as gung-ho as lalli himself is. he'd expected complaint. maybe he shouldn't have. maybe next time he won't. ❱
I can't picture it yet, ❰ he admits, voice barely more than a murmur in their new proximity. he can picture the layout and structure, maybe even the walls and the floor, but he can't picture it as a home yet.
his eyes search the side of emil's face, the way the swede's own eyes wonder at the beams overhead. if you blink you might miss the sliver of warmth in his tone as he tacks on, ❱ Bet you can, though.
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And thus the opportunity to create the ideal space that is nothing but safety and close quarters to people he cares about...he can't help but fully idealize it, picturing ideal scenarios and setups. When Lalli asks, he's quick to oblige. )
Of course. ( As they're laying in the largest middle room, he quickly assumes that to be the living room. He lifts an arm to illustrate some of his descriptions, pointing and mapping what the space looks like in his mind. ) You can have a nice fireplace there, a couch -- oh, not the one you think is ugly if you don't want. There are certain limitations without animals, but a nice threaded rug. I don't know what kind of windows we can put in, but big ones would be nice.
Don't get me started on the rooms. ( Emil's arm rests back onto his chest. He's actually jotted down a few rectangular maps of how he'd like things arranged. It's putting the cart before the horse, but it fends off boredom and isn't totally without worth.
He's also sketched out a few ideas for other rooms, including the one his friend gave him permission to assist with. He could launch into a whole spiel about his opinions, but he leaves it at: ) Yours would look nice with a big, plush rug.