kalluto's cabin (SFW)

[devil_or_angle]

*after alluka and nanika's ill-fated birthday party has passed, killua leaves her to sleep off her indigestion and sets off down the hall. there's dread in his uneasy heart, a suspicion that there's something his sisters have been keeping from him all this time. not ready yet to confront them about it, he shows up instead at his brother's door with dark circles under his eyes and unkept hair, haggard from all he's been through over the past days and nights. as soon as kalluto answers it, he questions:*

what do you know about the other alluka?

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[descendsanathema]

*In his dream, Kalluto is in his old world, not his home world, with the most promising lead he's had for years. It's fresh enough that he can't wait for a few weeks for a good time to confer with Gon. There's an eerie presence, one that can't quite be pinned down to nen, or the more vacuous killing intent of an unawakened ambush either, but with notes of both. He plods quiet as he can down a dank, murky rock tunnel, eddying breezes circulating to push against him at the mouth of an opening. Whatever's inside, it picked an excellent spot to hide.

Well before his eyes adjust, before he finds two piles of bones inside picked clean of carrion, normal breath stuffs his nostrils with a heavy smell teeming with so many traces of dried blood that it might as well just be blood.

He knows that it's his brother's, too, but his first thought isn't horror, or grief, or fear.

How do I know that smell? I barely spoke to this one-

A distinct, rhythmic noise against his door neatly shifts him out of sleep. Muscle memory has him yawning, stretching, as he walks into pyjamas, then to the door, but he's still in the cave. When he opens it, he's too relieved to see his brother, too unsettled by the dream, that he hugs him tight as he can, a vice, a clamp, needing Killua against him with a desperation that surprised him, thinking he'd gotten that out of his system in the field, or the sailing world.*

You're alright.

Uh... come inside, better to talk in there.

*Behind Kalluto was the four poster bed and the generously sized, comfortable couch that Killua might recognise from his brother's bedroom, though the finery was much less... fine.

After pulling back, Kalluto moved aside, giving Killua the space to walk past him and decide where to sit.*