( klaus' eyes immediately fall to his hand, to the strings looped around his fingers, to the one at his index, stark red and wanting, as it's been wanting for weeks. he knows who it's connected to, he knows what it whispers for, that sound coming from the core of his being. he thinks for a moment: it's not. there are plenty of women who could possibly be named dany in this place.
and yet. he knows. he can feel it, at the end of the string; something else. something dark and tumultuous and needful. he has for some time and has ignored it as not his concern. )
I want to see her.( those are his terms. for now. )
no subject
and yet. he knows. he can feel it, at the end of the string; something else. something dark and tumultuous and needful. he has for some time and has ignored it as not his concern. )
I want to see her. ( those are his terms. for now. )