❰ the surprise of it all has initially subsided. information has been exchanged. questions have been asked. emil isn't sure where he stands in all of this, both emotionally and literally, but in both cases...nothing can be done about it now. maybe in hindsight, it was foolish to assume that being ripped from one world and put into another was bound to happen sooner or later; it happened once, so why not again?
a supernatural occurrence happening twice in both his lifetimes (having technically two is fleeting thought that he avoids with ease) isn't even what he cares about. his current stubbornness is that there is absolutely no way he could possibly go through emotionally detaching from one home and finding peace in another -- not again.
which explains his disconnected expression and very task-oriented attitude as he and his companion explore this strange, oddly whimsical place. to say there's nothing to be happy about would be incorrect: lalli is here, after all, and he could have easily been kept in some other corner of the universe instead...which is where everyone else he knows must be; one of the thorns in his side. he'd like to feel unhappy about it, but emil has long since learned that whatever world you're in, there's no higher up to speak to about the hand of fairness that you're dealt. ❱
They could at least give us lodging. Drop us off there, anyway. ❰ even if it was a similar situation to having multiple god houses that had to be returned to at night, that would be preferable to hoofing it along a path that's barely trodden, forestry sparse but growing dense as they move forward. there was some whispering about houses in the woods, and that's the first order of operations he basically commanded they work on: replacing their living quarters.
that's about as much as he'd like to talk about that for the time being.
with a slow but heavy sigh, his hands go from his side to being shoved deep into his pockets. after a moment he pulls another piece of stomped candy floss out of one and flicks it to the ground, disgusted. ❱ If these things exist, they better be livable.
❰ which really just means he's going to be really sad if wherever they end up doesn't include a washing machine. ❱
( DAY ONE | action ) a stroll through reverein
a supernatural occurrence happening twice in both his lifetimes (having technically two is fleeting thought that he avoids with ease) isn't even what he cares about. his current stubbornness is that there is absolutely no way he could possibly go through emotionally detaching from one home and finding peace in another -- not again.
which explains his disconnected expression and very task-oriented attitude as he and his companion explore this strange, oddly whimsical place. to say there's nothing to be happy about would be incorrect: lalli is here, after all, and he could have easily been kept in some other corner of the universe instead...which is where everyone else he knows must be; one of the thorns in his side. he'd like to feel unhappy about it, but emil has long since learned that whatever world you're in, there's no higher up to speak to about the hand of fairness that you're dealt. ❱
They could at least give us lodging. Drop us off there, anyway. ❰ even if it was a similar situation to having multiple god houses that had to be returned to at night, that would be preferable to hoofing it along a path that's barely trodden, forestry sparse but growing dense as they move forward. there was some whispering about houses in the woods, and that's the first order of operations he basically commanded they work on: replacing their living quarters.
that's about as much as he'd like to talk about that for the time being.
with a slow but heavy sigh, his hands go from his side to being shoved deep into his pockets. after a moment he pulls another piece of stomped candy floss out of one and flicks it to the ground, disgusted. ❱ If these things exist, they better be livable.
❰ which really just means he's going to be really sad if wherever they end up doesn't include a washing machine. ❱