*Kalluto shivers as his head is stroked, and clamps his eyes shut, back to trying to hide suddenly burning tears. He supposed, with some levity, that if Melody was watching them, she'd have the tact to not mention this. It felt right and not right at the same time that the two brothers should hide emotions from each other.
This isn't how Kalluto was imagining this to go. Envisioned himself carefully entreating onto some fortress, his brother barking conditions over an intercom, his sister tucked away safe somewhere but with long, invisible tendrils wrapped around Killua. It was just them, in a beautiful field, and even though Kalluto had never spoken to him, Killua was arriving here on Kalluto's terms.
He had the horrific thought, then, that this Killua, who never returned home after the first time they ran away, still knew nothing of the depths his family would resort to in the future. What was in his dream? Something he'd forgotten about the family's plan to keep Killua close by, even if he escaped. Something Illumi argued with Grandpa about. All of this came with an aftertaste sweet as his brother's casually ebbing aura - had Killua been awakened already? - that this was enough for Killua, that he was already done with the family, that for Kalluto it could be so simple too, and he wouldn't have to agonise over where to choose any more.*
Promise?
*Dragging his arms, he pushed his hands off the ground, hurled them around and squeezed Killua tight, tumbling into himself over how automatic and fitting that reply and response were, then flitting and careening in completely new directions when Killua finished speaking. He held tighter.*
I've been... avoiding you.
*He wasn't ready to disclose why, suddenly aware again how precarious this whole situation was, how scared he was that his brother would go away again. He didn't understand any of that.*
Why do I remember this? We never spent much time together.
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Date: 2023-09-08 04:22 am (UTC)This isn't how Kalluto was imagining this to go. Envisioned himself carefully entreating onto some fortress, his brother barking conditions over an intercom, his sister tucked away safe somewhere but with long, invisible tendrils wrapped around Killua. It was just them, in a beautiful field, and even though Kalluto had never spoken to him, Killua was arriving here on Kalluto's terms.
He had the horrific thought, then, that this Killua, who never returned home after the first time they ran away, still knew nothing of the depths his family would resort to in the future. What was in his dream? Something he'd forgotten about the family's plan to keep Killua close by, even if he escaped. Something Illumi argued with Grandpa about. All of this came with an aftertaste sweet as his brother's casually ebbing aura - had Killua been awakened already? - that this was enough for Killua, that he was already done with the family, that for Kalluto it could be so simple too, and he wouldn't have to agonise over where to choose any more.*
Promise?
*Dragging his arms, he pushed his hands off the ground, hurled them around and squeezed Killua tight, tumbling into himself over how automatic and fitting that reply and response were, then flitting and careening in completely new directions when Killua finished speaking. He held tighter.*
I've been... avoiding you.
*He wasn't ready to disclose why, suddenly aware again how precarious this whole situation was, how scared he was that his brother would go away again. He didn't understand any of that.*
Why do I remember this? We never spent much time together.