❰ lalli's nose wrinkles at the answer before he can think to mask it, and he's shaking his head. ❱ We were only ever in one dream, doesn't matter what shape it was. This is different. A sea in the clouds, as still as glass. Paths sometimes, stones just under the surface. Stupid Icelanders don't need the paths, can walk right on the water, but I never could. ❰ it's not entirely like him to admit his shortcoming so frankly. maybe it would be different if this were still something he could commonly do, could do on purpose rather than having it thrust upon him once every couple of months when that thing decided to skulk a little bit closer.
which brings him to, ❱
Something was following us. Me, Onni, Tuuri - all the way from Saimaa. Even in the Silent World, like it knew. I saw it sometimes, off in the clouds. Never saw me back. ❰ his teeth work at the inside of his bottom lip a second, thoughtful. he knows what he thinks is happening, what every fiber of his being screams is happening, but he doesn't want to let that color the truth of it. the rationality.
he says it anyway. ❱ I - ❰ no, he's not going to start this sentence with 'i think'. ❱ It found me, here. Don't know how. Don't know if it can even get here, or where it is now, but it saw me. ❰ a furrow of his brow, and his words take on a frustrated edge. ❱ Stupid. I could always wake up, before. Don't know if it trapped me or if I'm just weak here. ❰ a beat, then a frustrated huff and he's flopping onto his back, a palm on his forehead with his elbow sticking up into the air. ❱ Both, probably.
( Listening to the description he's given, Emil tries to picture this setting in his mind. Maybe what he's come up with is too fanciful compared to the reality, but it is surreal, after all. Lalli's confessed shortcoming is basically glossed over while he lays out the details in his mind one by one; Lalli had never seemed to be a person with glaring skill deficiencies to him, and this certainly didn't count. It's a byline in a conversation about his inclusion in this world of dreams, so whether he can walk on water isn't something he'll hold against him.
His eyes had reflexively closed, but they open now at the meat of Lalli's concern. The sleepier feeling fades to a sudden nervousness, taking a moment to think back to the expedition. It's a lot to think about any moments where this might have been something happening in the background, unaware because of some barrier or another. No? Yes? Obviously it existed in this dream space, but it's so large a situation that it's strange to think he had no idea about it before now, even tangentially.
Then his attention finally snaps to the present as the real heart of the matter is presented. Ah...it's hard to decide how seriously this should be taken. Not that he thinks Lalli is somehow overreacting or not worth validating, but instead whether or not this is a possibility. It shouldn't be, right? But somehow something leaked through into Asgard from some other Wanderer's world, so maybe this could be something similar...?
Emil can tell that Lalli does think this is that same creature, though more present than not. At the end of the day, he's simple. This isn't a cause for alarm, he thinks, because the most likely situation is, ) It's just a nightmare. You're seeing it when you're asleep, but your brain is just...showing it to you. That's why it's different. ( By now he's rolled off of his side and into a seated position, attempting to clear his head by getting away from his pillows. A hand runs through his own hair to adjust it from its mused state, before moving to rest above Lalli's head. Stray fingers comb at his scalp, in hopes of some gentle reassurance. ) You're not trapped, or weak.
if faith uses something besides compasses i'm gonna have to retcon this but w/e
❰ it's... a nightmare. that's what emil's telling him. and he knows the swede is trying to reassure him, but nonetheless it takes all of the restraint he has not to fire back an accusatory, 'you don't believe me.'
instead, after a long second, he shrugs (a harder gesture when you're laying on your back, but he manages). ❱ Maybe. ❰ but his eyes do close in acceptance of the touch, much more pleasant than any of the actual words had been.
he considers trying again. trying to explain how real it felt. how much more certain he is than emil seems to realize, even if not entirely certain. not certain enough to tell honir, anyway. which reminds him - one hand reaches to slip into a pocket and pull out two small, identical objects. they almost look like overlarge lockets, but when lalli peels one open, it's a compass not unlike the one lalli has used to navigate the worst of the forest all this time. he eyes it, confirms where it's pointing, then offers it up to emil. ❱ Got these from Honir. Yours points to me.
( It's certainly not his intention to say he doesn't believe Lalli. Maybe that's what he is saying in a way, but Emil doesn't think about it when he quickly wants to reassure that they're safe, and Lalli isn't so ensnared by this thing like he thinks he is.
As he fiddles a loose strand of hair around his fingers, Lalli's response is noncommittal. Maybe he should be more insistent that things will be okay; this doesn't feel like he's anymore at ease. Perhaps it's just the lingering intensity of it. Before Emil can think about what else he can offer, though, the subject changes abruptly.
He's presented with two...pocketwatches? But they also look somewhat like the compass Lalli carries, that he's used to get back to Honir when far away. The latter assumption is correct. Emil reaches out to take one, assuming that his will be the same in function. It would be useful, especially with them planning on scouting together now. Then the real purpose is explained, and his chest clenches.
His other hand, previously petting Lalli's head, goes up to cup the item he's just been given. Sure enough, the metal arrow points to his left. Emil's arms extend over Lalli for a moment as he watches the movement, arrow shifting upwards. His arms retract, and he simply stares at the face of it. A lot rushes through his mind -- this required a specific request, and thus Lalli had to in some way articulate this, even if just to Honir. And there's the question of the other one, )
The other one is the opposite...? ( He asks in a stunned whisper, assuming it to be the case but wanting some confirmation; he removes one hand from his grasp on the compass to point between the two of them. The thought that it's indeed true is already pushing him to a certain emotional precipice, skin abuzz with the meaningfulness of the first part of the gesture alone. Before, this could be a statement of practicality, of a connection but one much more utilitarian. Now, there's just so much more...weight. )
❰ and lalli watches the his boyfriend process the tool he's been given, waving it experimentally around the finn to confirm that it does, in fact, work as explained. lalli's not entirely sure why it's such a shock. it's a practical gift, especially if emil plans to come along scouting.
yet emil seems almost shaken by it, voice reduced to a whisper as he asks a question that lalli confirms only by peeling open the one still in hand and watching as the arrow points immediately and unquestionably toward emil.
after a moment his gaze follows it, stealing a glance at emil in the corner of his eye now that the swede's assumption has been confirmed. ❱
( Perhaps more than anything it is practical. It's at least meant to be that way, but it doesn't keep Emil from feeling a certain...romanticism about it. It's going to be impossible that he doesn't use this nifty item for instances that aren't so utilitarian, or even necessary. And even regardless of their functionality, he has something that will always tell him where Lalli is, and the same is also true. It's impossible to ignore the implication of that kind of link.
If this was their bed back home, he wouldn't feel so paranoid about placing this gift on his little side table, or even next to him on the edge of the mattress. Here, though, he's surrounded by lapping water on all sides. One hand tightly clutches his compass so as not to lose track of it, but the other finds Lalli's unencumbered hand and gives it a squeeze, grip remaining tight. It's hard to think of what he could say to aptly articulate what exactly it is he's feeling right now, enamored but in a much more solid, grounded way than he usually is. )
Thank you. It'll be really useful. ( Which is actually on the bottom of his list of reasons to like it, but probably what Lalli would appreciate the most. Being useful, offering up a useful thing. Insecurities that Emil still doesn't fully comprehend, coming from the most necessary person he knows. )
❰ it's not subtle, whatever bubbles under the shifting inscrutability of emil's expression. like he's trying to express one thing but underneath it is something entirely different, in a way that lalli can't entirely identify. the outer layer though, he realizes, is practicality. this is emil trying to look pragmatic, just like lalli has been.
it's not... the way this should go. lalli's pragmatic because that's all he knows to be. that doesn't mean it's the right thing to be. doesn't mean it's what emil has to be.
but the words come anyway, practical as anything, and lalli hums a quiet agreement as he lifts emil's hand back up to his own hair, tilting and pressing a bit like he's trying to foist a precious bug onto a different surface. hand squeezing is nice enough, but not if it means the swede isn't touching his hair. priorities.
speaking of priorities - he's struck with the lingering need to show emil that it's alright to be impractical at him sometimes. so belatedly he murmurs, ❱ So you can stop worrying. ❰ ...vittu, he meant to say something senseless and sentimental but that, too, is actually kind of practical. ❱
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which brings him to, ❱
Something was following us. Me, Onni, Tuuri - all the way from Saimaa. Even in the Silent World, like it knew. I saw it sometimes, off in the clouds. Never saw me back. ❰ his teeth work at the inside of his bottom lip a second, thoughtful. he knows what he thinks is happening, what every fiber of his being screams is happening, but he doesn't want to let that color the truth of it. the rationality.
he says it anyway. ❱ I - ❰ no, he's not going to start this sentence with 'i think'. ❱ It found me, here. Don't know how. Don't know if it can even get here, or where it is now, but it saw me. ❰ a furrow of his brow, and his words take on a frustrated edge. ❱ Stupid. I could always wake up, before. Don't know if it trapped me or if I'm just weak here. ❰ a beat, then a frustrated huff and he's flopping onto his back, a palm on his forehead with his elbow sticking up into the air. ❱ Both, probably.
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His eyes had reflexively closed, but they open now at the meat of Lalli's concern. The sleepier feeling fades to a sudden nervousness, taking a moment to think back to the expedition. It's a lot to think about any moments where this might have been something happening in the background, unaware because of some barrier or another. No? Yes? Obviously it existed in this dream space, but it's so large a situation that it's strange to think he had no idea about it before now, even tangentially.
Then his attention finally snaps to the present as the real heart of the matter is presented. Ah...it's hard to decide how seriously this should be taken. Not that he thinks Lalli is somehow overreacting or not worth validating, but instead whether or not this is a possibility. It shouldn't be, right? But somehow something leaked through into Asgard from some other Wanderer's world, so maybe this could be something similar...?
Emil can tell that Lalli does think this is that same creature, though more present than not. At the end of the day, he's simple. This isn't a cause for alarm, he thinks, because the most likely situation is, ) It's just a nightmare. You're seeing it when you're asleep, but your brain is just...showing it to you. That's why it's different. ( By now he's rolled off of his side and into a seated position, attempting to clear his head by getting away from his pillows. A hand runs through his own hair to adjust it from its mused state, before moving to rest above Lalli's head. Stray fingers comb at his scalp, in hopes of some gentle reassurance. ) You're not trapped, or weak.
if faith uses something besides compasses i'm gonna have to retcon this but w/e
instead, after a long second, he shrugs (a harder gesture when you're laying on your back, but he manages). ❱ Maybe. ❰ but his eyes do close in acceptance of the touch, much more pleasant than any of the actual words had been.
he considers trying again. trying to explain how real it felt. how much more certain he is than emil seems to realize, even if not entirely certain. not certain enough to tell honir, anyway. which reminds him - one hand reaches to slip into a pocket and pull out two small, identical objects. they almost look like overlarge lockets, but when lalli peels one open, it's a compass not unlike the one lalli has used to navigate the worst of the forest all this time. he eyes it, confirms where it's pointing, then offers it up to emil. ❱ Got these from Honir. Yours points to me.
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As he fiddles a loose strand of hair around his fingers, Lalli's response is noncommittal. Maybe he should be more insistent that things will be okay; this doesn't feel like he's anymore at ease. Perhaps it's just the lingering intensity of it. Before Emil can think about what else he can offer, though, the subject changes abruptly.
He's presented with two...pocketwatches? But they also look somewhat like the compass Lalli carries, that he's used to get back to Honir when far away. The latter assumption is correct. Emil reaches out to take one, assuming that his will be the same in function. It would be useful, especially with them planning on scouting together now. Then the real purpose is explained, and his chest clenches.
His other hand, previously petting Lalli's head, goes up to cup the item he's just been given. Sure enough, the metal arrow points to his left. Emil's arms extend over Lalli for a moment as he watches the movement, arrow shifting upwards. His arms retract, and he simply stares at the face of it. A lot rushes through his mind -- this required a specific request, and thus Lalli had to in some way articulate this, even if just to Honir. And there's the question of the other one, )
The other one is the opposite...? ( He asks in a stunned whisper, assuming it to be the case but wanting some confirmation; he removes one hand from his grasp on the compass to point between the two of them. The thought that it's indeed true is already pushing him to a certain emotional precipice, skin abuzz with the meaningfulness of the first part of the gesture alone. Before, this could be a statement of practicality, of a connection but one much more utilitarian. Now, there's just so much more...weight. )
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yet emil seems almost shaken by it, voice reduced to a whisper as he asks a question that lalli confirms only by peeling open the one still in hand and watching as the arrow points immediately and unquestionably toward emil.
after a moment his gaze follows it, stealing a glance at emil in the corner of his eye now that the swede's assumption has been confirmed. ❱
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If this was their bed back home, he wouldn't feel so paranoid about placing this gift on his little side table, or even next to him on the edge of the mattress. Here, though, he's surrounded by lapping water on all sides. One hand tightly clutches his compass so as not to lose track of it, but the other finds Lalli's unencumbered hand and gives it a squeeze, grip remaining tight. It's hard to think of what he could say to aptly articulate what exactly it is he's feeling right now, enamored but in a much more solid, grounded way than he usually is. )
Thank you. It'll be really useful. ( Which is actually on the bottom of his list of reasons to like it, but probably what Lalli would appreciate the most. Being useful, offering up a useful thing. Insecurities that Emil still doesn't fully comprehend, coming from the most necessary person he knows. )
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it's not... the way this should go. lalli's pragmatic because that's all he knows to be. that doesn't mean it's the right thing to be. doesn't mean it's what emil has to be.
but the words come anyway, practical as anything, and lalli hums a quiet agreement as he lifts emil's hand back up to his own hair, tilting and pressing a bit like he's trying to foist a precious bug onto a different surface. hand squeezing is nice enough, but not if it means the swede isn't touching his hair. priorities.
speaking of priorities - he's struck with the lingering need to show emil that it's alright to be impractical at him sometimes. so belatedly he murmurs, ❱ So you can stop worrying. ❰ ...vittu, he meant to say something senseless and sentimental but that, too, is actually kind of practical. ❱