❰ on lalli's end, the scene continues uninterrupted for a few more seconds. when he does speak, it's quiet and almost distant, like he too is allowing himself to zone out in the scenery a little. ❱
Two hours from Tyr.
❰ that's the simplest way to tell directions - which god's domain it's outside of + how long you have to walk to get there. ❱
( Not bad...and a place he's familiar with. Emil is a creature of familiarity, so it's nice knowing when something is within or close to one of the three Godhauses he's comfortable wandering around, for the most part.
He leans over looking out the makeshift window that's in his room. It's more like a large hole in the wall as of now; he decided on one large stationary window, and it's harshly uneven, with some planks not as flesh as others where they're cut. It'll all look nice when it's done, but that's not the point of all this. He stretches to lean his cuff out of the hole that looks out on a decent expanse of field before the hill dips again. )
We could make a pond or something out there, you know. Not a whole river, but a small something. They're nice to look at, and all.
❰ so far, lalli has been paying a spectacular lack of attention to emil on the other end of the call. his voice may as well have been disembodied, for all that lalli was actually looking at the cuff's interface. but emil's sudden movement drags his gaze off of the river, and he turns the cuff back toward him to see what emil's trying to show him.
a dip in the field, pond-shaped by the swede's assessment. lalli (who, it seems, is lying on his stomach on a lengthy mid-river stone, chin resting on his bent free arm) hums thoughtfully, considering.
then, casual as anything, ❱ I'd probably push you in. ❰ it's only fair that emil knows what he's asking for. ❱
( Either a shooting down of the idea or a vaguely bored hum were what Emil expected a response might be. Not...that. )
What? Why? ( He's frankly not sure if he should be amused or if he's offended Lalli in some way as to provoke this random act of hypothetical violence. )
Incredible. ( At least he hasn't slighted Lalli somehow -- part of his is still waiting for retribution for all that cat petting. Instead, the blunt declaration results in a laugh from Emil, surprised by the gall of it.
Eventually he shrugs off camera, which is still showing off the small field. ) You could try. ( It actually amuses him to think about it, and he's almost certainly Lalli could accomplish it if he cared enough and Emil himself was caught off guard. ) Might still be worth it to have it, anyway.
❰ he hadn’t been trying to make emil laugh. lalli shifts his chin behind his arm instead of on top of it, in large part to block from view the involuntary curl of his lips. deeper still, the laugh casts a hook in his gut that even now makes a compelling attempt to drag him home - but he’s not ready to go just yet. he has a bit more ground to cover before darkness falls. ❱
A pond, then. ❰ it’s settled. ❱ Should ask Honir for the water.
( Nice. Even now, there's nothing like that rush of pride and validation at getting what he wants.
Emil is also an ideas guy, not so much a "create and execute" guy. It would be nice to ask a God to snap his fingers and have something like that be done for him. After a moment's thought, he weighs out some options. )
I think we can find a way to bring it ourselves. Buckets? I just don't want a God more involved than he has to be. ( He knows Honir can't be too much more involved with the building of the house, but what about anything attached to the house? What if that water becomes some freaky magic water that curses him or something? It's a lot of grey area Emil himself isn't so sure about. )
❰ sure, they could bring it themselves, but that sounds... incredibly time-consuming. enough so that lalli's inclined to risk asking honir. ❱
Won't hurt if he helps. ❰ with a vague little shrug. ❱ Unless you wanted to sleep in it. ❰ or, i guess, swim in it between midnight and 6 in the morning. ❱
( Lalli best be careful not to push him in during those hours either, then. )
Fine, if it doesn't change anything. ( He scoots the ladder closer to his makeshift window, arm tingling from extending it so awkwardly. The fact that he has something to lean on, boards to support his weight as he leans out of the hole, is still really crazy to him. )
This house will be done in a month or two. ( It's wistful. The camera angle stays the same, but his head circles around. Emil's room is almost complete, at least structurally. It's missing another foot of boards, a roof, a finessed window structure. Then it's basically good to go. Other rooms aren't so complete, but no part of the house is simply beams and floor anymore. The tacked on month accounts for making it more homey and adding the maximum magic allowed for amenities. Paint.
❰ it's true - the house is coming together faster than lalli had honestly imagined. not quite as fast as if honir had continued to help the process along, but onni's help and even sometimes reynir's have sped things up pretty dramatically compared to when it was just lalli and emil. it's given him time to scout sometimes too, the way he is now.
maybe one day, he'll bring emil along.
at some point his gaze drifted back to the river, almost distantly - but it refocuses now, and on a sigh he says: ❱ Should probably keep going. ❰ lalli hadn't meant for this to become a conversation. he'd only meant to show him the river. clearly he'd underestimated emil. ❱
( It's all well and good. Emil's own attention also wanes, more content to take a few minutes away from the manual labor he's putting himself through. For as much of a conversationalist as he is, it's also a comfort to just sit down and enjoy the pseudo-presence of another person there. )
Sure. I've got baseboards to deal with, anyway. ( There's a few more seconds of feed on his end as he takes one last look at the calming river area before shutting it off, somewhat begrudgingly returning to his self-imposed woodwork. )
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Two hours from Tyr.
❰ that's the simplest way to tell directions - which god's domain it's outside of + how long you have to walk to get there. ❱
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He leans over looking out the makeshift window that's in his room. It's more like a large hole in the wall as of now; he decided on one large stationary window, and it's harshly uneven, with some planks not as flesh as others where they're cut. It'll all look nice when it's done, but that's not the point of all this. He stretches to lean his cuff out of the hole that looks out on a decent expanse of field before the hill dips again. )
We could make a pond or something out there, you know. Not a whole river, but a small something. They're nice to look at, and all.
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a dip in the field, pond-shaped by the swede's assessment. lalli (who, it seems, is lying on his stomach on a lengthy mid-river stone, chin resting on his bent free arm) hums thoughtfully, considering.
then, casual as anything, ❱ I'd probably push you in. ❰ it's only fair that emil knows what he's asking for. ❱
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What? Why? ( He's frankly not sure if he should be amused or if he's offended Lalli in some way as to provoke this random act of hypothetical violence. )
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❰ he's not wrong. ❱
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Eventually he shrugs off camera, which is still showing off the small field. ) You could try. ( It actually amuses him to think about it, and he's almost certainly Lalli could accomplish it if he cared enough and Emil himself was caught off guard. ) Might still be worth it to have it, anyway.
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A pond, then. ❰ it’s settled. ❱ Should ask Honir for the water.
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Emil is also an ideas guy, not so much a "create and execute" guy. It would be nice to ask a God to snap his fingers and have something like that be done for him. After a moment's thought, he weighs out some options. )
I think we can find a way to bring it ourselves. Buckets? I just don't want a God more involved than he has to be. ( He knows Honir can't be too much more involved with the building of the house, but what about anything attached to the house? What if that water becomes some freaky magic water that curses him or something? It's a lot of grey area Emil himself isn't so sure about. )
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Won't hurt if he helps. ❰ with a vague little shrug. ❱ Unless you wanted to sleep in it. ❰ or, i guess, swim in it between midnight and 6 in the morning. ❱
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Fine, if it doesn't change anything. ( He scoots the ladder closer to his makeshift window, arm tingling from extending it so awkwardly. The fact that he has something to lean on, boards to support his weight as he leans out of the hole, is still really crazy to him. )
This house will be done in a month or two. ( It's wistful. The camera angle stays the same, but his head circles around. Emil's room is almost complete, at least structurally. It's missing another foot of boards, a roof, a finessed window structure. Then it's basically good to go. Other rooms aren't so complete, but no part of the house is simply beams and floor anymore. The tacked on month accounts for making it more homey and adding the maximum magic allowed for amenities. Paint.
Then voila. Finished house. )
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maybe one day, he'll bring emil along.
at some point his gaze drifted back to the river, almost distantly - but it refocuses now, and on a sigh he says: ❱ Should probably keep going. ❰ lalli hadn't meant for this to become a conversation. he'd only meant to show him the river. clearly he'd underestimated emil. ❱
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Sure. I've got baseboards to deal with, anyway. ( There's a few more seconds of feed on his end as he takes one last look at the calming river area before shutting it off, somewhat begrudgingly returning to his self-imposed woodwork. )