poppycock: (#11253496)
ꀘ꒒ꋬ꒤ꇙ ꂵ꒐ꀘꋬꏂ꒒ꇙꄲꋊ ([personal profile] poppycock) wrote 2017-05-23 03:05 pm (UTC)

​​​[ he's lived for a thousand years in a body he could not change, imbued with magics he did not ask for. her discomfort in her own skin is nothing new, nothing insurmountable. it may make its mark on her as it has done before; as he's done to her, but it will become a part of her. (as it's done for him.) he notes the uncertainty in how she shifts. he notes her hesitation before she accepts the offer, and the company. (it's not until she sits that he realizes he'd not mind hers. in quiet nights in an emerald and silver dungeon months ago, this would be a comfort to him.

now it is a quiet reckoning. they are more alike than they were before; they are more of the same and terribly different.)

klaus adds another dash of sugar to his tea. the intent of her question doesn't escape him either; he hears its careful notes, its concern. she doesn't need to ask this either, but she does. perhaps she believes it an olive branch because she cares to ask and know the answer. perhaps she's too traumatized to ask freya herself, but it's not he that needs to hear her concern. he sighs, heavy and audible. wordless, he looks up at her, his gaze steady, his look full of volumes. (he thinks of freya's buried remorse, the guilt hanging on her shoulders, and the exhaustive energy she's already expended.)

she's desperate to make it right.
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