( Emil considered Lalli's ability to manipulate wind to be impressive enough as is. Not even just for the fact that it was present, giving him two capabilities instead of just the one -- it was useful, definitely different and powerful in its sheer force. If it was limited to simply whipping gusts back and forth with abandon, he'd have still found it to be a very spectacular addition to his friend's magical resume.
The idea that he can control it is an added bonus -- not that he hadn't shown off the ability when he lifted Emil's orb, but what he displays now is much more finessed and fine-tuned. "Need to figure out what to do"...as if the answers don't come easily to him. Emil had taken a seat on the ground to watch whatever Lalli was about to do, and he takes in the activity with careful detail.
Two stones might not have found their mark, and maybe the third isn't centred exactly as it should be. It's all the same to Emil: stirring, and a continued reminder of just how much he respects Lalli, as little as he used to for what feels like a fleeting moment compared to the length of time he's known him now.
It seems like that should be the end of the exercise; maybe they can reset the stones and continue with a sort of target practice. Then there's a pause, and the wind closes in on Lalli. At first a small level of panic enters Emil's chest, like somehow his friend's magic is about to swallow him dangerously. It doesn't make sense, and the feeling quickly subsides as it becomes plainly obvious the Finn is in total control. The only confusing aspect is the point of it all, though that too is brought to light soon enough.
A few centimetres, a meter, another -- Lalli is literally in the air with the help of his magic, and Emil stares with his mouth ajar as he raises himself higher and higher still. The descent is less than graceful, but it's (again) not something that he considers as a negative. His body hits the ground and Emil is on his feet, running over to slide to a kneel next to Lalli's half-righted body. There's a look on his face; it's almost smug, but tinged with a bit of enjoyment for the sake of it.
There's a certain enjoyment he takes in seeing Lalli perform magic, and exude confidence in himself in general, but that small twinkle is next to unbearable. It's attractive, in a very unknowing way, which only adds to the appeal of it. Maybe it was stupid -- maybe that's just an added interesting element of it all; Lalli doing something self-serving and juvenile just to say he did it. Even if he's implying the opposite. )
You have no idea how cool that was. ( His breath is a little taken away, more so than his friend who just fell out of the air. That was just...a lot to take in. It continues to be, with his gaze firmly fixed on that fraction of a smile looking up at him from the ground. )
❰ and sure enough, here's emil, all but sliding in beside him. he knows better than to try to help lalli up, a fact that doesn't go unnoticed or unappreciated as lalli pushes up onto his elbows and makes his comment about finding something more useful.
that's when emil finally speaks, says 'you have no idea how cool that was,' and lalli stops midway through sitting up the rest of the way, gaze darting over to emil's (at a much closer proximity now that he's more upright) in what aims for skepticism but lands quite a bit closer to intrigue. he's not actually all that shocked that emil thinks it was 'cool'. it surprises him more that suddenly, that assessment actually matters to him.
he wants to brush it off. he should brush it off, because honestly it's just as stupid as the stunt was in the first place - but what comes out instead is a quiet, ❱ Could do it again, if you want. ❰ stupid, stupid, stupid. ❱
( Lalli is so close suddenly, if he would have kept moving forward Emil might have had to move backwards so they didn't slightly collide. He still should, in a moment. For now, the sudden magnification of the face he was just admiring takes him aback, like his brain skipped off its track for a moment.
There's an unexpected...shyness (?) in Lalli's response, which also causes him to stupidly refrain from response for a moment. It's an offer, explicitly for him. At first he doesn't know how to respond, suddenly flustered by the closeness even more. If Lalli was further away, maybe he wouldn't have even heard it at all with the soft volume.
Finally, he leans back slightly, prepared to stand up once Lalli does. ) Yeah -- If you aren't too tired. It couldn't hurt. ( How it could be useful in a practical setting, he has no clue -- he's never been good at being the idea man. Not that it all matters to him, it really is just cool regardless. )
❰ lalli didn't quite think about the ramifications of the new proximity, but he all but watches the stutter of emil's entire brain as it plays across his face, and now it clicks quite how close they actually are. it's something emil is certainly paying attention to, too.
and to think that a week ago, lalli wouldn't have realized a thing.
normally, as soon as he notices how close he actually is to someone, he's quick to shift away - but this time he doesn't. he's not entirely sure why. testing the waters, maybe. he told klaus he'd think about it, but the parts of it all are like leaves on the wind, present and obvious but impossible to keep count of. how is he supposed to know what he feels? and what is it that emil wants from him?
the answer is straightforward enough, at the moment: he wants him to fly again.
that's what drags his gaze away from emil's, pulls him out of his head and back to his feet. ❱ I'm not, ❰ he says, probably unnecessarily. and he's stepping back just a couple of steps this time before he calls the wind, curves it around emil as if a wall of glass protected him rather than just the force of lalli's will, then coils it tight around himself again.
he's airborne much more quickly this time, and much more smoothly too. a meter, two, three - he doesn't stop until he's nearly ten meters in the air this time, arms lifting out to the sides just barely for balance as he calls back down to emil. ❱ Figured it out, ❰ he says, barely audible over the wind. ❱ How it's useful.
❰ and with no further explanation, he lets himself fall backward, dropping as if he's stepped off of a ledge. only when he's just a meter or so above emil's head-height does the wind kick back up in full force, cushioning the fall and stopping him flat on his back at eye level. ❱
Don't think they can climb, ❰ he says, letting the wind disappear again and catching himself on his feet. ❱ I can put us up a tree if we need a break. Bring us back down, too.
( After standing up once Lalli moved from the ground, he steps back and lets the mage do his thing. His request is being fulfilled, after all, so his friend gets a wide berth.
Emil feels the wind curl close to him like he's standing next to a swift current, before it feels like Lalli really took all the air out of the world just to have it for himself. The feat of magic is much more impressive, showcasing how quickly he masters the concept of his capabilities. He's reached a new height, and then keeps rising. The expectation that he might stop at maybe even double what he'd done before is shattered as it's tripled, quadrupled. There's something that he yells down, as Emil cranes his neck upward with his eyes shielded from the sun by his hand, but he has no idea what it is. If it matters.
When he sees Lalli begin to free fall, his muscles snap to attention quickly, but he forces them into inaction with just as much speed. He trusts Lalli, who always knows what it is he's doing. Sure enough, with the precision and timing indicative of an experienced magic user, he's cushioned and put on pause as if he'd sauntered down on a cloud, suspended.
That alone is basically as impressive as being able to levitate, in Emil's book. Lalli's feet find the ground again, while he himself tries to find an expression that shows he has a vested interested in the actual practicality of such a display, instead of the reddened look of over-enthusiastic interest. )
Uhm. Useful. Yeah. ( If he takes another moment to actually shift into the mindset he's supposed to be using, it is actually quite a good trick to have up their sleeve. A longer than necessary moment goes by, and then he's more prepared to talk shop. ) In general, it's a good escape route mechanism. We won't be getting cornered, and it's good for being sneaky, too.
( He recalls the initial smirk, and then the comment. Emil is trying hard to stay straight-faced, but he can't help but smile ever so slightly. ) So definitely not stupid.
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The idea that he can control it is an added bonus -- not that he hadn't shown off the ability when he lifted Emil's orb, but what he displays now is much more finessed and fine-tuned. "Need to figure out what to do"...as if the answers don't come easily to him. Emil had taken a seat on the ground to watch whatever Lalli was about to do, and he takes in the activity with careful detail.
Two stones might not have found their mark, and maybe the third isn't centred exactly as it should be. It's all the same to Emil: stirring, and a continued reminder of just how much he respects Lalli, as little as he used to for what feels like a fleeting moment compared to the length of time he's known him now.
It seems like that should be the end of the exercise; maybe they can reset the stones and continue with a sort of target practice. Then there's a pause, and the wind closes in on Lalli. At first a small level of panic enters Emil's chest, like somehow his friend's magic is about to swallow him dangerously. It doesn't make sense, and the feeling quickly subsides as it becomes plainly obvious the Finn is in total control. The only confusing aspect is the point of it all, though that too is brought to light soon enough.
A few centimetres, a meter, another -- Lalli is literally in the air with the help of his magic, and Emil stares with his mouth ajar as he raises himself higher and higher still. The descent is less than graceful, but it's (again) not something that he considers as a negative. His body hits the ground and Emil is on his feet, running over to slide to a kneel next to Lalli's half-righted body. There's a look on his face; it's almost smug, but tinged with a bit of enjoyment for the sake of it.
There's a certain enjoyment he takes in seeing Lalli perform magic, and exude confidence in himself in general, but that small twinkle is next to unbearable. It's attractive, in a very unknowing way, which only adds to the appeal of it. Maybe it was stupid -- maybe that's just an added interesting element of it all; Lalli doing something self-serving and juvenile just to say he did it. Even if he's implying the opposite. )
You have no idea how cool that was. ( His breath is a little taken away, more so than his friend who just fell out of the air. That was just...a lot to take in. It continues to be, with his gaze firmly fixed on that fraction of a smile looking up at him from the ground. )
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that's when emil finally speaks, says 'you have no idea how cool that was,' and lalli stops midway through sitting up the rest of the way, gaze darting over to emil's (at a much closer proximity now that he's more upright) in what aims for skepticism but lands quite a bit closer to intrigue. he's not actually all that shocked that emil thinks it was 'cool'. it surprises him more that suddenly, that assessment actually matters to him.
he wants to brush it off. he should brush it off, because honestly it's just as stupid as the stunt was in the first place - but what comes out instead is a quiet, ❱ Could do it again, if you want. ❰ stupid, stupid, stupid. ❱
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There's an unexpected...shyness (?) in Lalli's response, which also causes him to stupidly refrain from response for a moment. It's an offer, explicitly for him. At first he doesn't know how to respond, suddenly flustered by the closeness even more. If Lalli was further away, maybe he wouldn't have even heard it at all with the soft volume.
Finally, he leans back slightly, prepared to stand up once Lalli does. ) Yeah -- If you aren't too tired. It couldn't hurt. ( How it could be useful in a practical setting, he has no clue -- he's never been good at being the idea man. Not that it all matters to him, it really is just cool regardless. )
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and to think that a week ago, lalli wouldn't have realized a thing.
normally, as soon as he notices how close he actually is to someone, he's quick to shift away - but this time he doesn't. he's not entirely sure why. testing the waters, maybe. he told klaus he'd think about it, but the parts of it all are like leaves on the wind, present and obvious but impossible to keep count of. how is he supposed to know what he feels? and what is it that emil wants from him?
the answer is straightforward enough, at the moment: he wants him to fly again.
that's what drags his gaze away from emil's, pulls him out of his head and back to his feet. ❱ I'm not, ❰ he says, probably unnecessarily. and he's stepping back just a couple of steps this time before he calls the wind, curves it around emil as if a wall of glass protected him rather than just the force of lalli's will, then coils it tight around himself again.
he's airborne much more quickly this time, and much more smoothly too. a meter, two, three - he doesn't stop until he's nearly ten meters in the air this time, arms lifting out to the sides just barely for balance as he calls back down to emil. ❱ Figured it out, ❰ he says, barely audible over the wind. ❱ How it's useful.
❰ and with no further explanation, he lets himself fall backward, dropping as if he's stepped off of a ledge. only when he's just a meter or so above emil's head-height does the wind kick back up in full force, cushioning the fall and stopping him flat on his back at eye level. ❱
Don't think they can climb, ❰ he says, letting the wind disappear again and catching himself on his feet. ❱ I can put us up a tree if we need a break. Bring us back down, too.
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Emil feels the wind curl close to him like he's standing next to a swift current, before it feels like Lalli really took all the air out of the world just to have it for himself. The feat of magic is much more impressive, showcasing how quickly he masters the concept of his capabilities. He's reached a new height, and then keeps rising. The expectation that he might stop at maybe even double what he'd done before is shattered as it's tripled, quadrupled. There's something that he yells down, as Emil cranes his neck upward with his eyes shielded from the sun by his hand, but he has no idea what it is. If it matters.
When he sees Lalli begin to free fall, his muscles snap to attention quickly, but he forces them into inaction with just as much speed. He trusts Lalli, who always knows what it is he's doing. Sure enough, with the precision and timing indicative of an experienced magic user, he's cushioned and put on pause as if he'd sauntered down on a cloud, suspended.
That alone is basically as impressive as being able to levitate, in Emil's book. Lalli's feet find the ground again, while he himself tries to find an expression that shows he has a vested interested in the actual practicality of such a display, instead of the reddened look of over-enthusiastic interest. )
Uhm. Useful. Yeah. ( If he takes another moment to actually shift into the mindset he's supposed to be using, it is actually quite a good trick to have up their sleeve. A longer than necessary moment goes by, and then he's more prepared to talk shop. ) In general, it's a good escape route mechanism. We won't be getting cornered, and it's good for being sneaky, too.
( He recalls the initial smirk, and then the comment. Emil is trying hard to stay straight-faced, but he can't help but smile ever so slightly. ) So definitely not stupid.