❰ 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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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.