*Kalluto feels a familiar hand take his shoulder. Water flows around past and through him as he struggles to move and breath but skirts past the hand and his shoulder, his body shoved around like a ragdoll around his shoulder, now an anchoring point in free space. He uses it for leverage, this steel pillar somehow bolted into nothing as he passes under, over and around it with his lithe, supple frame - and curls up, protecting his chest, still struggling to breathe, tucked in a little ball both in the dream and in reality.*
Kalluto. Wake up.
*He coughs, wracking his body with the motions, then shivering because he isn't cold anymore, had no idea how cold the water was until he was outside of it in the sun, and scoots backwards, pushing off the ground, needing badly to be enveloped by the voice, recognising his brother's scent before the person attached.
His nose learned to tell before his heart or his mind could. This was not the brother that abandoned him.*
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Date: 2023-09-05 06:01 am (UTC)Kalluto. Wake up.
*He coughs, wracking his body with the motions, then shivering because he isn't cold anymore, had no idea how cold the water was until he was outside of it in the sun, and scoots backwards, pushing off the ground, needing badly to be enveloped by the voice, recognising his brother's scent before the person attached.
His nose learned to tell before his heart or his mind could. This was not the brother that abandoned him.*