asgardchrysalis | tell me that you're alright, that everything is alright. ( closed )

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tell me that you're alright, that everything is alright. ( closed )

Who: The Dysfunctional Hargreeves Brothers (Ben & Klaus)
What: Ben's freakin' out a little bit in the face of sudden war. Understanably.
When: Anywhere before October 18-19th
Where: Klaus's House
Rating: PG-13 for likely swearing (don't worry, they'll add their quarters to the swear jar like good boys)

[ It's strange. He doesn't mean to seek out his brother, but he supposes it's a natural stress reaction to want for the familiar. While he hasn't been actively avoiding his brother or anything, it's been a bit nice to have some space. After being literally tethered to him for such a long time, Ben was trying to find who he was.

Yet, here he is, in the dark of the night with his hood up and pounding on the door of the person who has defined him in so many ways for so long. He actually hasn't planned out what he exactly wants to discuss, but figures he'll cross that bridge if Klaus ever answers the door. C'mon, man, it's cold out here and the long he's left to his own thoughts the more he starts to worry this might have been a bad idea. ]

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[unexpected company means he's absolutely not ready for the sound of knocking on the front door. so, yes, he just about jumps out of his skin at first, tempted to let somebody else answer it, but when he remembers everyone is probably doing their own thing—

with an overdramatic sigh, klaus rolls out of bed, flips on a nearby lamp then shimmies into a t-shirt before bounding down the steps.] Hang on, I'm coming! [and as soon as he gets the door open, his expression lifts with astonishment, too-wide eyes blinking rapidly.] Ben? Hey, uh... [what are you doing here? is his initial thought, although he doesn't ask. instead, he shuffles out of the way, motions his brother inside.] Come on.

[ He knows what his brother is about to ask. What are you doing here? Why? What's wrong? He's glad that none of those questions come though because he's still piecing together his thoughts slowly about everything. Soon he'll be able to articulate them.

Hopefully. ]

Hey, [ he greets. Casually. Keep it cool, Ben. ] I'm not bothering you, am I?

[ This feels a little stiff. Awkward. Like two strangers who don't want to step on each other's toes, but he attributes to the stress and also getting used to him... being, well, alive. ]

[klaus shakes his head.] No, of course not. You'd never be bothering me.

[once ben's stepped into the house, he nudges the door shut behind them with his heel, hooks an arm with his brother's and starts leading them toward a staircase that branches off the living room. lalli and emil, if they're here, will certainly be preoccupied in their room, so it's easy to slip by unnoticed.

holding onto him like he is feels so, so foreign, even after the interesting little interactions they'd been able to achieve back home. everything about this is far more solid and real and— wow, ben's actually cold because he was standing outside.]

Sit, [then he gestures toward the oversized beanbag and the hanging chair before moving to plop down on the edge of his bed.] What's going on? Aside from freezing your ass off, anyway.

[ It is kind of surreal, isn't it? Despite how anxious he currently is, he finds his lips twitching up a bit into the shadow of a smile at the contact. It's still something he has to get used to but it's nice that it can now be done freely. ]

Is this thing supposed to eat people? [ he asks, sinking down into the beanbag chair. ] It looks like a carnivrous chestnut.

[ Being a dumbass is one of the ways he relieves tension, alright. After snuggling into the vore chestnut though, he gains back his previous grim look. It's kind of a funny image, honestly, his brows furrowed as he's surrounded by cushion. ]

Anyway- Is this place... always like this? I just got here and apparently there's a war coming? Someone told me there were dragons?

[ What, and he cannot emphasis this enough, the actual fuck. ]

[that's a word for it, definitely. a million other descriptors pop into klaus's head but the moment he sees ben smiling, no matter how slight, his train of thought is completely derailed. wow, it really has been, like, four months since he'd seen his brother. ‘surreal’ is a damn good word for it, after all, and he's just going to pray it's not a fever dream. ~~sort of like how he had felt about five's disappearance~~.

following a barely stifled snort,] Maybe it is a man-eating chestnut.

[of course, it isn't, but he wants to see ben's reaction now that he's stuck sinking into the thing. especially since it looks like he's literally being devoured by the fuzzy beanbag. oh, ben... why you so small?]

There was a dragon, mind you. Singular, not plural, and for whatever it's worth? It was rather dull before, uh, the shufflers showed up.

[ Wow, excuse you, he is not small. He's just... large challenged. ]

Okay, so, maybe that was exaggerated. Still! It's- [ It's hard to put into words is what it is. ]

I just got here. [ I just got my life back. I don't want to lose it again, away from home. He wishes he had the courage to actually speak those words. Maybe someday, but not now. His resubscription to mortality is a lot to wrap his head around. ]

So this isn't, like, a common thing? Because I met some guy who told me I need to know how to fight and to stay sharp. After everything back home, I guess I wasn't expecting to get thrown right into some other world's issues.

[that's the same thing, oh my god.]

A little, [he agrees effortlessly, unable to help another smirk,] but it's really just a beanbag, honest.

[yeah, it's weird, is the first thing that bubbles up in the back of his throat. klaus barely holds it back, even sinks his teeth into the tip of his tongue for a second just in case he doesn't manage to stop in time. he can't help it, it is bizarre having ben alive again— but that's not something he can say out loud.]

Not... that I know of, no. Who told you that? Besides, did you come here actually thinking I'd tell you to fight? [his posture adjusts, one arm wrapping around his middle while he props the opposite elbow up and puts his chin in his hand.] Have you forgotten who you're talking to? Frankly, Ben, I'm not letting you go out there. Not when I just got you back.

You're telling me.

[ He is engulfed by the beanbag by now. Only his little footsies and head stick out of either end.

This really isn't the position he wanted to be having a serious conversation in, but here they are. ]

I don't know! We get tossed into crazy shit all the time, what would make this place be different? [ It had all seemed to good to be true. Still, he does take slight offense to that last bit and feels the need to clarify- ]

It's not that I can't take care of myself, I just didn't expect to have to come into this world swinging too.

[sorry, not sorry, klaus isn't stifling the giggle he lets out at what a sight his brother is right now. the only thing missing? the oversized blanket he usually leaves on there, but it's been so cold, he'd been keeping it on his bed.

tossing himself across the mattress for it, his fingers hook the comforter, drape it around his shoulders while he readjusts again, props his cheek up this time.]

Like, you didn't get his name? We do, yeah, and I guess nothing would. This time, it's just way fucking weirder.

[or in his opinion, anyway! and hey, it wasn't meant to be offensive for whatever it's worth?] I know that, Ben, sheesh! I'm telling you, you don't have to fight, alright? Plenty of other people will volunteer.

[ That's fair. It is kind of chilly. Ben doesn't notice as much yet since, well, he's still a little bit new to the whole 'having sensation' thing.]

It was some viking-looking guy. Ivan? Ivar? I think.

[ Okay, okay. He maybe got a little testy there. It's just... hard. He doesn't want to be useless but he also understands the fear of losing the life he just got back.]

Yeah, for now. But I don't think we can avoid it forever.

[...ssso, that obviously means klaus will have to keep on eye on his brother and make sure he's dressing properly.]

Are you shitting me? [talk about zero to a hundred real quick—] He didn't hurt you, did he? Threaten to maim or disembowel you?

[if so, ivar should be expecting an angry text message later.

and maybe it's silly, but perhaps the gods would let them get away with it.] Don't worry, I've already volunteered. We're both Hargreeves', so maybe the gods will at least give us a pass this time.

[ What? Sneakers and a light jacket aren't acceptable for winter? He feels fine.

The switch in gears makes Ben tense up a bit himself. He's a little surprised, actually, at the questions. ] Uh, no- He was, like, intense? He told me I needed to know how to fight, like I said, but... didn't actually hurt me or anything.

[ Actually, he didn't think Ivar seemed so bad. A little bit much for a first interaction, maybe, but not bad. ]

What do you mean you already volunteered?

[the shoes are one thing, but that jacket is definitely not for winter. and he'll feel fine until he realizes he's got frostbite!!!

wow, surprise there.] To be fair, I guess he wouldn't know that you're my brother. Still, kinda odd that he didn't immediately threaten you. [klaus, bud, have you ever thought the problem was you?

not really. although in his defense, he hadn't meant to sound rude— they can worry about that later, though.]

Exactly what it sounds like. I've volunteered to go out and help fight.

[ Look. That's a problem for future Ben to deal with. ]

Maybe it was my irresistible charm. [ Sure.

His gears switch a little at that though. He sits up a bit in the bean bag chair, looking less like he's being devoured by it. There's a crease to his brow that should be familiar by now- Worry. ]

So you're telling me how dangerous it is but then, what, just go marching off yourself?

[a moment where a logical question would arise: can klaus's magic heal frostbite?

with an entirely deadpan expression,] Totally, [then he rolls his eyes and waves a dismissive hand, playfully buzzes his lips while burying further in the oversized fleece blanket, making himself quite comfortable even—

until he sees ben sitting more upright, getting that all too familiar look on his face, usually the one he has whenever klaus has made an idiotic decision. so, well-warranted as always, but.] I'm a healer, Ben. They're gonna need as many of those as possible.

[ It is entirely well-warranted.

Still, that's... not actually the answer he expected. He hasn't known Klaus to be entirely altruistic before. Maybe Asgard is changing him for the better in some ways. ]

Well, if it's for a good cause... I can't really stop you.

I mean, you could try. [emphasized teasingly, almost a little testingly, too.

telekinesis notwithstanding, klaus feels like his strength has only gotten better during the stay here on asgard. so, pardon him for assuming here but—] I bet I'm stronger than you, though.

And since I can't just— [his fingers wiggle toward nothing in particular] —walk through you, wouldn't that be inconvenient?

[ ... Squint. ]

I guess there might have been some advantages to being a ghost. [ Phrases he never thought he'd say. ]

So you're a healer now?

To be fair, you've got a mean right hook. We might pretty evenly matched?

[following a shrug and an amused smirk,] I like you better alive, just sayin'.

Yeah, I guess so. [he shifts again, upturns his left hand, the cuff around his wrist glowing faintly when he calls upon the magic. translucent green moths momentarily wind around his fingers, fading away as quickly as they'd come.] Can also move shit with my mind.

[ Okay, well- No arguments there. He gives a small huff of a laugh. ] Fair point.

[ He'd be absolutely willing to punch Klaus again for doing something stupid. ]

Telekinetic? That's pretty dope. I don't know what I can do yet, actually.

[okay, wow. hearing ben laugh and knowing someone else might hear it as well is absolutely surreal.] I thought so, too.

[honestly? punching can always be on the table for whenever klaus decides to do something stupid. just knock some sense back into him, it's fine.] Yeah, yeah, that's it. Definitely convenient. [he raises a hand, the cuff around his wrist glowing faintly as he activates the magic and floats a nearby book over to drop into ben's lap.]

‘Yet’ being the keyword there. Have you tried to summon— uh, well, you know? [he wiggles his fingers in an awful attempt at impersonating tentacles.] Just for funsies.

[ It's a sound he'll hopefully get used to with time. Ben hopes so.

He barely catches the book, making a small noise as it lands. Okay. Yeah. That's definitely new. ]

Yeah, I tried my old powers but... Nothing. I guess I can't do anything like that anymore.

[with time, he absolutely will but until then? it'll just be a little off, though not in a bad way.

klaus grins at the noise, watches the glow fade from his cuff then returns his attention to ben again.]

So, that just means we'll have to figure out what kind of powers the gods gave you instead!

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tell me that you're alright, that everything is alright. ( closed )

screw your swear jar, he's keeping his quarters!!!

wow excuse, they could use those quarters for something!!

like what, a vacation? ha...haha...

they deserve a vacation ok

they really do tbh

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