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channellings) wrote2019-07-24 11:21 pm
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action, approximately 2.5 hours after ivar's network post
he ducks inside just long enough to catch klaus's eye and say: ❱ Follow me. ❰ and then he's disappearing out the door again, though at a brisk walk that klaus will have no trouble catching up to or keeping pace with. it's plain to see that he's noticeably fatigued, but there's a grim determination in his sharp eyes and in the set of his brow. ❱
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halfway through his last bite, his head lifts, eyes becoming impossibly wide when all he sees is a shadow— and then catches a glimpse of lalli just before he commands him to follow and disappears again. jesus christ, is all he can think as he exhales slowly, finishes his food then leaps to his feet and hurries to catch up.] God, you scared the shit outta me.
Where are we even going?
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( text, day 46 )
This is looking okay right ?
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hell yeah it is! whatever 'it' is
a huge scarf? the beginnings of a blanket? tell me what i'm looking at here bud
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day 40ish (pre-ivar mess), about an hour after the bath bomb thread
i need a favor
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what kind of favor??
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❰ ACTION ❱ august 7th, the usual time
resigned to the fact that as unsustainable as this is, he doesn't really have a choice.
or hasn't, until now. klaus will hear a quiet scritching at the door - familiar by now, almost certainly. he always scritches once he's done with the runes, then klaus lets him in and he collapses wholesale on the mattress until such time as emil carts him back to honir. that's another thing he's resigned to. emil carting him back to honir.
this time, when klaus opens it, lalli isn't standing there waiting. instead, he's collecting the daggers from the ground and the walls and funneling them into a worn duffel bag. once the last one's in the bag, he says: ❱
C'mon. ❰ and underneath the usual resignation and fatigue, there's a note of something distinctly more alive.
without another word, he turns to lead them off down the street. ❱
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today, the routine will switch up, and hoo-boy, what a change it's going to be.
raising his attention from the book he's got draped over his knees, klaus tucks his makeshift bookmark between the pages and sets the novel aside, strides toward the door, twists the knob then swings it open all in one go, readying his usual smartass remarks— that immediately die in his throat when he sees lalli gathering the knives, tossing them into a well-used looking bag.
“c'mon,” lalli says, but there's something different: a spark in his undertone that hasn't been there in almost half a month.]
H-Hey, hang on! [he can't go barefoot, dammit! okay, and maybe he grabs his coat as well after sliding into his sneakers, the laces simply tucked into the sides so he isn't fighting with them, can catch up and fall into step beside lalli instead.]
What're we doing now?
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text; after the Big Fight™️
It's Onni.
Are you alright?
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hi there onni
i'm alright how are you?
[because this is just casual chatter, right? right???]
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( action, day 61 )
It's the other that he's not used to feeling so vehemently about, at least not in this toxic, acidic way. He has no time to think about what he should do or how he should rationally take this situation. Emil is impulsive and not wholly rational with a sound mind, let alone one that's bleeding hurt.
Eventually he stops and takes a big breath, winded from his sudden sprint, but also feeling an intense panic in his lungs. Something he held as a truth was just called into question, and it's not just a random, misremembered fact he simply convinced himself was one thing and not another. No, something -- someone -- whom he had hinged his whole person on just emotionally spat in his face and then ground his heart into the dirt.
The fact that Klaus had found it appropriate to follow him is of little condolence to Emil. It might be a nice gesture, but the fraction of positivity it gives to him when up against this wall of doubt and loneliness makes it basically meaningless right now. )
What? ( He turns around quickly, staring up at Klaus with a venom he's not used to holding inside of him. ) Don't tell me you want to play that reassurance game after what you just heard.
( After all, Klaus should now be aware that he's also basically meaningless to Lalli too. )
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even his long legs aren't enough to help him catch up as quickly as he'd like, what with emil's decent headstart before. he continues running still, heavy footfalls falling into rhythm with his increased heartrate and uneven breathing, trying to pour his focus into anything that isn't the burning sensation at the corners of his eyes or the dull ache in his chest where it feels like a tiny piece was ripped out.
once they finally do stop, klaus comes to a slow halt some feet behind emil, bends at the waist and clutches a hand over his chest, taking a moment to catch his breath. straightening up means he meets the vitriolic look head-on, faces the acerbic words without even thinking of something to protect himself with-- and lalli's not here to help him this time.
gods bless the fact he is still panting or his loss for words would be so much more awkward than it actually is.] You... sure can— [huff, puff, ahem] —run with those short legs. [flippant as always, of course, but what else is he supposed to say? emil doesn't want reassurance and he didn't even need to say so for his housemate to understand.
funny, keeping in mind how klaus wordlessly bridges the distance between them, reaches both arms out, cinches them around emil's shoulders, and tugs him into an almost too-tight hug.] Yeah, well, you may not wanna hear it. I'm sorry, anyway.
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text; near the end of That Day
its reynir
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with someone who's got a better handle on emotions.]hey reynir
i mean yeah i could switch over to video
[a beat then:] or did you mean in person?
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( action, day 74 )
The past half a year has made that par for the course, Asgard or no Asgard. There are two main similarities that the two settings share, however. One is the worlds in general -- his home has its own set of monstrosities, and Asgard hasn't shown entirely similar ones, but natural occurrences of the land that contribute to fear and survival. The second is the particular person who has existed within both places: Lalli.
But is that fair? Tuuri lives on both planes -- and eventually even died on one. Her death was a traumatic reality, but the emotional toll...it's long and harrowing, not so sharp and painful as it is when Lalli's mortality and well-being has been called into question, over and over. Each time feels more like it could be final; the potential is there for one of these occurrences to be more permanent or fatal. Emil has never experienced feelings so close to despair and heartbreak in his life.
Then again, even he knows now that he hasn't exactly experienced a lot in the first place.
His brain is used to forcing itself to reach a conclusion, assuring himself of something instead of looping around what it doesn't understand. Whatever falls into that category is deemed unnecessary, foolish -- even if he's trying to break this mental habit, it's still his best way to handle bigger issues that he can't grasp. This...concept is one of them. It's hard not having a close confidant or someone objective who would be okay with talking about these things.
-- Which isn't to say Klaus isn't his second favourite person in Asgard. Just that Emil has trepidation about approaching him with something like this. Objectivity in this situation may not be possible with Klaus, but if he can get him to focus, and to think about things without any sort of bias...well, even if he can't, Klaus is his only hope, here.
He's easy to find, in the still-skeletal house and shuffling through a bunch of plants that Emil only vaguely remembers from the forest -- he'd been the designated basket holder, after all -- and Emil's face falls a little flat seeing the activity. He's not scientifically minded enough to think about the benefits of trial and error. All Emil knows is his friend came into close contact with just one of those ugly things and came out blind for nearly half a day. )
Preoccupied? ( Trying his best to keep any sass out of his voice. He may feel a certain way about this gardening game Klaus is playing, but they can't hand a conversation about what he really wants to subtly talk about if he goes off about some dumb plants. )
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to be quite honest, all of the ‘boyfriend’ stuff has only been with emil because he reacts. it's always so much more fun getting a rise out of someone, particularly when the swede just gives him some great retorts. that, and having his hair teased, whether physically or verbally. lalli, on the other hand, would likely roll his eyes, grunt at him then wander off to do. gremlin mage stuff. way less amusing in the long run.
the footsteps capture his attention first, he raises his gaze and tilts his head, gloved fingers briskly setting aside the leaves he's holding. see, he remembers what happened as well, still feels terrible about it. has even contemplated telling his friends to not worry about it, they won't be going back—
but downing that highly questionable mushroom and tripping for four hours had been totally worth it. on top of the, uh, other thing that'd happened during, which he'll be keeping under wraps. kiss and tell isn't exactly klaus's thing.
he seals the foliage away, carefully strips the gloves off, sets them plenty far enough away, there shouldn't be any worry of coming into contact.] I was, [his own voice's lowered, almost chagrined-sounding, though he bites his cheek, attempts something more chipper after wiping his hands on a nearby wet towel.] But you caught me at a perfect time. I was thinking of taking a break.
[no, he wasn't. emil doesn't need to know, though. reaching for another bag (opposite of his workstation), klaus flips it open, gestures toward the various fruit and bags of sweets.] If you want. [he chooses an apple himself, rolls it between his hands while tentatively peeking upward.] Something on your mind, champ?
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hello love. we've met before.
[Ah yes, it looks like someone is still actually a cat, truly incredible.]
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have we? hmmm i can't say i remember
but perhaps you could refresh my memory with a name?
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[text] so i just realized idk if this system has a lookup function MY BAD??
[text] NAH MAN there's a wanderer directory so like i'm *assuming*... there's a lookup function??
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( text, day 113 )
( Despite what that implies, Emil is actually hoping the answer is 'no' at the moment. )
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i had to go back to tyrhaus to clean up
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action; (day one-hundred and twenty-nine, evening)
this thing he's holding doesn't look too appetizing. although, it doesn't look disgusting, either? just a little unappealing with its weird little white cage, which he peels away without too much thought. if there's something edible about it, the golfball-sized berry would be the correct choice, wouldn't it? of course it would be. the fruit is smooth between his fingers, he absentmindedly rolls it around in them, cradles it in his palm, considers its weight, firmness, the brilliant orange color— then he sniffs, wrinkles his nose when there's no real discernible scent, pinches it between his thumb and forefinger and bites it in half, eyes winced shut, preparing for the worst. but when a pleasant, sugary taste floods his mouth, klaus immediately perks with astonishment.]
Holy shit, it tastes like... like... [some of the best chocolate cake he's ever eaten in his life. what the fuck kind of willy wonka bullshit is this???
maybe ordinarily, he wouldn't eat the whole damn thing, but the taste is too good to pass up or waste. so, the remaining half goes down as well, followed by a few mouthfuls of water after he's wiped his hands on the knee of his jeans. then he waits, and waits. a good few minutes pass by with nothing happening, the daylight fading, casting shadows across his measly filled loft. man, he's really gotta do something about getting more amenities up in this thing or— what the hell is that? from his peripheral, he catches sight of something on the floor, raises his eyebrows and opens his eyes wider, leaning over the edge of his bed to look closer.
oh, thank god, it's just a t-shirt he'd left lying around. he exhales a relieved sigh, gets to his feet and picks it up, tosses it into the pile nearby the foot of the bed. nothing to worry about, see? just your everyday household shit. okay, so why does he still feel terrified out of his mind? why does it look like that shadow's moving of its own accord? heartbeat thumping rapidly, his left hand clutches his ribs, like it'll help calm the irregular pace as he makes his way toward the stairs. it's fine, he'll go outside, breathe some air, come back and the irrational terror should subside. ‘should’ being the keyword there.
unfortunately, once he reaches the last step, he's able to hear other voices, ends up stumbling back up a few stairs, his unoccupied hand clutching the railing to keep him upright. well, shit. he can't very well panic his way past emil and lalli; they'll know something's up for sure. using his elbows to drag himself up a little further, he cups both hands around his face, attempts to stifle the rapid in and out of his breath that's borderlining on hyperventilation while he tries to think. how else can he escape without alerting anyone else? hmmm.]
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lalli, meanwhile, is lying on his stomach in the fur of the rug that now dominates nearly half of their room, head resting on his crossed arms. you wouldn't think it'd be comfortable compared to the plush of the rug, but the sleeves of his sweater are thick and cozy all by themselves.
after sleeping in such a barren skeleton of a house for so long, it's nice to just... lay somewhere warm and soft.
emil is somewhere off in the 'bed' direction, the finn's tracking him vaguely by sound. he hasn't paid all that much attention to what his friend is actually doing, though he knows he's not asleep. they do this sometimes, just linger ambiently in one another's presence. it's actually one of lalli's favorite activities. and klaus - he listens for klaus, for that distant hum of sudden speech, but that's not what he gets. instead, the sound of muffled breathing at the base of the stairwell, as if klaus has just gone for a run.
maybe his friend is here, the one with the arm. could explain it. couldn't explain why lalli didn't pick up on anyone else being here. at the very least, he can almost always tell when someone arrives.
his brow knits, and he pushes up onto his knees and then his feet, padding over to the doorway. and there's klaus, hands over his mouth like he's trying to warm them. lalli makes a vague questioning noise. quiet, unobtrusive. the man seems... easily startled, right now. ❱
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❰ action ❱ day 134 (oct 21st), nearly midnight.
either way, a fairly blurry length of time later, he can be found standing in the doorway to the room he shared with emil. his arms are crossed tight under his chest, and he's holding his breath for seconds at a time, if only to fend off the pathetic shudder that his breathing has become.
it's pretty apparent that no matter what he thinks, there's no way he's crossing that threshold right now. ❱
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whatever he takes hardly amounts to a few shots, just enough there's a pleasant buzz in his fingertips and the edge has been taken off. this way, once he'd eventually arrived at the house and dumped everything off (yes, on the living room floor because he can get to it later), missing lalli would be impossible.
his ridiculous ass is unfortunately(?) flighty enough to shuffle up beside the younger male and rest a hand at his shoulder without second-guessing it, no consideration toward his friend being disturbed with that right now.] Hey, Lalli...?
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( action, day 136 | mid-afternoon )
It feels like he's laid there for hours, so long that a woman came in...Frigg. What she had to say barely permeated his brain as he focused on sorting through his thoughts with glossy eyes aimed directly at the floor after he sat up. So that's what happened. The last few memories he can sort through, put in order, feel so dissociated from himself. Unreal. Not possible.
It takes even more time, finally out in the city, before it hits Emil that this isn't some rewind and do-over. The images in his mind of the wight, the blood on his hands flash back and forth across his vision like they're tangible and blocking his path; it's more than once he has to stop and blink them away in order to actually see where he's going.
He's about to enter Honir, and then his head hurts for a second time. Much more sharp and jarring, above his ear and back about an inch. It's intense, like reviewing his last thoughts is literally tumorous. There's no time to think about his pride as he's sick in the middle of the street, blinking and finding his gaze focused on the ground, hands and knees feeling the cold stone of the street beneath him. Once his vision stops spinning, it's a struggle to stand. Air feels foreign. Breathing feels like something he's done for the first time.
Emil's feet are on autopilot, going in the direction of his house...if it exists. He has so many memories of it, but this all feels so dream-like still. Another step, another thought he can't keep from taking over his vision. This time it's fearful and shocked eyes staring back at him, and a physical sensation of muscle tension comes with it. Just how strongly he was grabbing at the person he could see. Lalli, who he knows had to do something awful. To him. That sickening gurgle comes back into his mind, and it's as if the blood is back in his hair again.
Another step, another step and then Emil stops. He can't go home. If he could ever even make it there, he's suddenly not so sure that he should. )
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so, are they chalking it up to irony or some cruel fate that they meet while klaus's on his way out and emil's on his way toward the home? the latter seems more proper, considering how immediately the taller male stops at the sight of his other friend, mouth falling open in an astonished cry. concern promptly overtakes that whenever he realizes the swede's just... standing there, like he'd been planning to go home, yet something had stopped him from making it the rest of the way. (don't tell him emil had been contemplating going elsewhere instead?)
how? how is this possible right now? with his own two eyes, he'd seen lalli kill emil after he had become a wight and before that, his magic had been exerted on trying to stitch unhealable wounds. meaning twice, he's seen this man die, yet he has come back just the same amount.]
Emil, [finally comes out, breathless, total astonishment. what does he do? make a joke to ease the blow? be totally, wholeheartedly sincere? being silent isn't an option anymore; before he's given the chance to make a decision, warm, wet tear-tracks begin streaming down his cheeks and his feet move without his permission—
up until he's closed the distance between them, both hands reaching out so he can cinch the blond's shoulders, gripping the fabric underneath like a lifeline.] You're— [alive? looking like shit?] —actually here. [then, before he's able to stop himself,] I'm sorry, Emil. S-So sorry–! [his voice is getting higher-pitched, even if he's telling himself to calm down, regardless of the opposite happening.]
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(nsfw w/jim)
If Jim had been nervous, he would've turned down the shower offer, wouldn't he? At least, Klaus would hope and he's not simply doing it to appease him. The coat goes further down, his fingers hook one sleeve to guide it off Jim's hand then the other follows, the item hitting the floor just as Jim dips closer. From what he's experiencing right now, neither of them seems hesitant.
“Now, you listen here—” even though he doesn't get a chance to playfully argue about those words being used against him. Jim grabs his jacket, pulls him in for a kiss and Klaus can't help sinking into it, letting his own overcoat fall away, arms lifting to loop around the other man's shoulders with a satisfied hum.
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He makes sure the jacket's out of the way, his hands immediately trailing down Klaus's back, reaching his ass and giving it a firm squeeze before he's slipping his fingers underneath his shirt, touching bare skin. His tongue only drags lightly over Klaus's lips, then he's breaking the kiss with a soft hum.
"You were saying...?"
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Oct 21
But he does go, with one particular person in mind. If he sees other people he knows on the way, that would be nice too. It's just that he's tried very hard not to get attached. Getting attached is generally bad. Makes you vulnerable.
It just didn't work with Klaus.
And he really wants to make sure that idiot is alive.
As he winds his way through the crowds, he makes an effort not to let his gaze linger too long on anyone injured. Because one, gross, and two, maybe he doesn't want to give himself any ideas about what state Klaus might be in. ]
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right in the heart.... it's fine, this is fine
because he'll need to be coherent enough to deal with the inevitable fallout once he finds lalli again, that's why.
for what it's worth though, he did tell rhys he'd come back alive and somehow, klaus has done it. he's managed to fight his way through the odds and return, relatively uninjured even, except for a few bruises and the crude bandages on his cheek and neck.
just nevermind the way his movements seem far too listless and everything will be fine.
hearing his name makes him hesitate, has him perking somewhat at the familiar voice. his heart does that stupid little flutter-jump when he sees rhys, excitement getting the better of him as he attempts carefully pushing past other people.] H-Hey, Rhys!
Everything is great
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❰ action ❱ day 153 (nov 9th), early afternoon.
but he doesn't, so when he slips in the kitchen-adjacent door and sees a tray full of cookies cooling on the counter, he wastes no time whatsoever in piling three or four of them into his hands to whisk off into the other room. a fifth has been snatched and lifted halfway to his mouth by the time klaus steps out and around the stairwell, and lalli locks eyes with him for the briefest moment, reads the objection blooming on his face,
and promptly stuffs the cookie into his mouth so the man can't take it away from him. he doesn't care if these aren't for him, or if they need to cool more, or whatever objection klaus might have. in fact, he's ducking down to skitter off past klaus to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him for good measure.
emil's here, lalli notes with relief. as delicious as cookies are, this would've been pointless if he weren't - because now the finn's marching over to set the stack of cookies neatly beside emil, not unlike a cat with some sort of dead mouse. he's fairly certain that stealing cookies for his friend won't change anything that the efforts of the last couple of weeks haven't already changed, but about once a day on average he gets it in his head to at least try, and this is today's. ❱
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Then the handful he's revealed to be holding is set on the edge of his bed like some sort of offering, confusing Emil slightly. It's...sweet? Normally Lalli is one to hoard things like this. That he's given the larger quantity while taking only the one in his mouth for himself...maybe Lalli knows he's not the kind to really keep all of these for himself; it's tempting, but he'd share the bounty. )
I'm sure Klaus would have given you a few if you just asked. ( It's easy enough for him to piece together the picture. Lalli is a gremlin, Klaus bakes things. What objection he might have for having a few cookies nicked...that's beyond him. He takes the top sweet from the stack and sniffs it before taking a bite. He's an accomplice now...oh, they're chocolate. That's more than worth it, then. ) We can leave out the window if he tries too hard to get in.
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( action, day 157 | mid-afternoon )
Day two, things began to shift more into focus. Namely one thing that didn't become part of the discussion, even if that was a conscious choice at the time. There were more foundational problems to address, extemporaneous feelings would have added another layer of complexity and more opportunity for Lalli to bail.
But now it's day three, and that moment...Emil has found himself more fixated on it than he has any reason to be. It was simple, easy enough to pass over...just a few seconds is all it lasted! He should be able to be a rational, mature adult and not be so utterly flustered by the mere memory of it -- and yet.
Lalli has gone scouting, and not just to escape from him. The status quo has returned to normal...almost. Emil slinks out of the house's spare room with paranoid eyes, examining who all is in the house at the moment. Just Klaus, in the kitchen? He's doing something, but that's not of any interest to Emil at the moment. He sits down at the dining room table, trying his best not to look like he's consumed that one plant that made Klaus so terrified that one time.
After a few minutes of wide-eyed staring, he rhythmically drums his fingertips against the table. Should he? He probably shouldn't. It's not like Klaus hasn't been there for him in this area before, but this is different. Deeply personal! It's not just his actions he's outting, here.
No, this should absolutely be kept to himself. )
So. Lalli kissed me. ( The words come out so quickly it's like they're one long connected sound instead of a coherent sentence. )
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klaus's head lifts, an eyebrow arching as he glances toward the swede, considers his friend's panic-stricken look then blinks, almost confusedly. what in the goddamn—? except emil doesn't even acknowledge him, despite how he's quite obviously standing there with an unsmeared bread-half between his fingers and a butterknife in the opposite hand. emil's just staring, so he does the same, head faintly tipped while he tries understanding what's going on at the moment.
a whole minute passes and after realizing (or believing) emil isn't going to move anytime soon, klaus shrugs, continues making his sandwich. even finishes by the time he starts thumping his fingers, which makes him really think something's up. did he accidentally get into the plant shit? if so, hoo-boy, this is going to be a wild ride and they better buckle up for the next twelve minutes. the idea almost has him laughing, mouth curving mirthfully as he tears a corner off, pops it into his mouth. it's not funny though, it isn't, and blessed karma's a bitch—
‘lalli kissed me,’ right when he swallows.
it takes him a solid few seconds of remembering how to do it (plus bending over the counter and cracking a fist against his diaphragm), but once he rights himself, clears his throat then straightens,] He did what now? [at least he has the choking excuse for why his voice sounds so strained.]
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❰ text ❱ day 160 (nov 16th), shortly after the thanksgiving festivities
am i in love with emil
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i dunno
does it feel like you are?
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I don't know if you're lying dead in a ditch somewhere, but if not, wake up and pay attention!
[Did he just use a small bit of his power to get Klaus up? Possibly. Despite that, he's smiling in a way that doesn't suggest he wants to split Klaus open from sternum to stomach. Instead, he looks like he's excited about something.]
I have a proposition for you.
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klaus's upright in spite of himself, is scrubbing one hand over his face while the opposite attempts stabilizing the video feed.]
You what now? [asked barely above a murmur. it's fine, he doesn't need an answer, he knows what ivar said.] Listen, I know age shit works differently where you're from, but even my moral ambiguity isn't skewed enough... which is unfortunate because you are unfairly attractive and I would in a heartbeat— [okay, yeah, that's plenty of oversharing.
he adjusts the bracelet, sees ivar's smile and without hesitation,] Ohhh-kay, what kinda proposition are we actually talking about here?
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Uh, hey, Alice! [a beat, followed by something rustling then it gets quiet before he speaks again.] Yeah, you got it. What's on your mind?
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Dear Mr. Klaus,
Happy Valentines Day! I couldn't find the mushrooms that make you grow smaller and larger, but you needn't worry about these cookies, they aren't Eat Me's and shan't make you change size. Please enjoy these chocolate chip cookies I made!
Your friend,
Alice Liddell
❰ text ❱ day 251 (feb 15th), evening.
KLAUS
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uhhh yeah?
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( text | just before the quarantine start )
Can you teach me to bake something ??
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yes absolutely what are you trying to bake?
or what are you wanting to bake rather
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figured i'd check in
let you know i'm still breathing all that
:)
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you have no idea how happy i am to hear from you!
i thought maybe [no, shut the fuck up, klaus.]
nevermind what i thought
where have you been man?? how you doin?
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