[semi-open] never betray the way you've always known it is

[scowlish]

Who: Onni, Lalli, Reynir, Genji, anyone else involved with Lalli's Great Escape
What: catch-all for threads related to the fallout of Hotakainens failing at feelings during the epidemic
When: November
Where: around Anchor
Warnings: emotional constipation?



❄ Lalli's Great Escape

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[lallipop]

[Lalli's eyes flick over Onni's face in turn before falling back to the floor, an acknowledgement of what Onni is trying to do. He's still not convinced. But despite everything, he still trusts Onni, and for now that will have to be enough.

Just for now.]

Okay.

[He's ready to be done with this conversation, if nothing else. His eyelids are already threatening to drift closed.]

[scowlish]

Okay.

[It's an acknowledgement. This conversation doesn't feel finished, but for the first time today, Onni thinks that's probably alright, trusts Lalli enough to believe that they can come back to this at some point when they've got the energy for it. When Lalli isn't sick.

Right now, Lalli looks exhausted, and Onni can't blame him for that. So he takes the lacquer box and hands it over to his cousin, then fluffs his fur robe around him, his lips twitching just slightly. It isn't really a smile, but it's as close as he can get right now.]

Home, then?

[lallipop]

Mmm.

[He nods once, and makes an attempt to stand. It doesn't get far, he gets dizzy immediately, and has to lean his weight against Onni once again, his face in the crook of Onni's neck. He's too tired to be embarrassed by it, either.

This is okay. With this, and Onni's cloak around him, it feels safe. Like the only acceptable capstone to a truly awful day. Lifetime, really.

There's a part of him that hopes he falls asleep before they return, so he doesn't have to deal with it ending.]

[scowlish]

[Something settles in him, a little, when Lalli pitches toward him and buries his face in his neck and lets his weight fall on him. Without commenting, Onni shifts, crouches a little and hooks his arms under Lalli's knees, lifting him with a little grunt of effort. Onni is exhausted and worn out in every way it is possible to be worn out, but Lalli weighs so little, and it feels right to pick him up and shift his familiar weight in his arms.]

Sleep, if you can.

[His voice is pitched soft and careful, and he shifts his arms a little so Lalli is more sheltered by the cloak, so it's easier for his cousin to let his face fall against his chest.]

I won't leave you.