( she smells like yesterday. like all the days he wishes were this one and the next, and the next. she smells like now, this constant he will always seek and know: this inexplicable, endless well of how he loves her. he feels the tether between them, that presence and act of intimacy he covets and holds.
he feels it and he loses himself in it, despite uncertainty, despite heartache, despite fear. a shiver runs down his neck, feeling the journey of her touch; the tension in his shoulders unwind at her fingertips against his scalp.
her question stills him. klaus pulls back, his touch drifting down from her hair to her spine. he pulls back enough to look at her, to seek to understand, his heart large and hopeful in his chest.
his eyes search hers, his own wide and awed, filled with the longing and fear he has not voiced. he blinks and attempts to temper the transparency, the answer echoing inside of him and possessing him. what he worries, what he wonders, what he nearly asks is, does she? does she want to stay?
(he is terrified of being alone, yes. but he can weather his loneliness. the grief and the emptiness. he has time and time again. what matters to him is what she desires; he has always known what he wants.)
decision cements in him. faith and fear that she will do what she chooses. he can only make himself known. ) Yes.
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull;
he feels it and he loses himself in it, despite uncertainty, despite heartache, despite fear. a shiver runs down his neck, feeling the journey of her touch; the tension in his shoulders unwind at her fingertips against his scalp.
her question stills him. klaus pulls back, his touch drifting down from her hair to her spine. he pulls back enough to look at her, to seek to understand, his heart large and hopeful in his chest.
his eyes search hers, his own wide and awed, filled with the longing and fear he has not voiced. he blinks and attempts to temper the transparency, the answer echoing inside of him and possessing him. what he worries, what he wonders, what he nearly asks is, does she? does she want to stay?
(he is terrified of being alone, yes. but he can weather his loneliness. the grief and the emptiness. he has time and time again. what matters to him is what she desires; he has always known what he wants.)
decision cements in him. faith and fear that she will do what she chooses. he can only make himself known. ) Yes.