After the Mares and having so many days of being entirely unable to sleep, when Faith finally can again she's savoring that shit. So when the light peaks into the window Faith growls at it- a low rumbling sound, "Nghh.."
Turning around, she burrows her face into the owner of the bed's chest to fight off waking. This kind of thing is easier now. Spending the night is very much unlike Faith. She hadn't used to stay long after they screwed, afraid of what staying might mean. But Klaus made it easy, somehow.
Faith is an increasingly familiar face in his social circle. She was fun in a way some people couldn't dream of, and honestly? Being a woman that actually held his attention in a not-strictly-platonic way is an impressive feat all of its own accord. He'll sleep with anyone; but it is actually rare those of the female persuasion can keep his interest, he leans much more heavily into male company. But Faith is different. And they had A Moment during the nightmares. She's shifted from just a plaything to someone important to him; someone he feels safe with, and that's such a rare thing, too. He can't let that go.
Never an early riser, Klaus elicits a whine at the scraps of light filtering through the window; he really should get blackout curtains, this is bullshit. The sound turns into something far more comfortable, and soft, and content, when Faith curls in against him. He doesn't need words to let her know he agrees, that he could stay here for hours or all day if they either one decided that was the best course of action for the day.
Still. He is awake, however much he may hate that fact and ignoring that he could absolutely sink so, so easily back into the quiet dark of unconsciousness if he allowed himself to. He doesn't ignore the urge to press a kiss softly against her forehead in the first, hazy morning moments they're soaking in.
Faith isn't entirely sure how she ended up here either. It's all very unlikely. She's never really been one to let herself get close to anyone she sleeps with man or woman. Meaningless is safer. The nightmares changed that for them, despite initial intentions. This is certainly not what she'd had in mind after the night they met in the club. She's no idea what this is and she's going to put a name on it, other that he means something to her.
Her eyes are shut tight, letting out a soft sigh when lips touch her forehead. Faith does drift off again, perhaps it's only a few more minutes or an hour but the second time she wakes getting back to sleep alludes her entirely. She'll just have to settle for lazily touching the body next to her, a hand going to Klaus' shoulder first, dragging her finger slowly up and down his arm.
[ he'd initially called, intent on simply leaving a voicemail for his brother, but the idea that klaus might answer instead made him hang up after just two rings and rethink his approach.
the whole idea is that he wants to talk at klaus, and not to him. at least until he gets out everything he wants to say ]
Your life matters to me, you idiot. I care whether you live or die. See, because I've done the whole you being dead thing. For a long time. Most of my life. I didn't like it. Actually, I fucking hated it. I wanted you to be alive again.
But apparently that was selfish of me because you wanted to be dead. Guess what? I GET to be selfish because I gave up more than you'll ever know to make sure I could bring you back, and to make sure you lived through the apocalypse. Because you assholes mean everything to me.
[ it's a little more aggressive than he initially wanted it to be but. what's going on in hell currently made him want to share with klaus. and sharing made him want to drink ]
[Luckily for Five, he was in the shower when the call came through. He didn't even have a chance to see the call was missed, because he was distracted by the texts. Five hasn't spoken to him since their first encounter, so it twists something low and heavy in his stomach to see his brother's name on the screen, the text preview only has Your life matters to me, you idiot... and that doesn't help with the overwhelming feeling coursing through his veins as he sinks onto the bed in his room, leaned back against the pillows as he just stares at that preview window and tries to will himself to open the message-- the rest might be mean or there might be a 'but' after it or or or.
He shakes his head and mutters to himself. "Don't be stupid." and finally opens the text to find absolute paragraphs. He blinks, stunned by that alone for a moment before he makes his way through it all.
Five may feel like it's aggressive, but it's kind of perfectly him, to Klaus, and he actually laughs a little, a shattered edge version of one but it's there in the room. He could say so many things back to him, but the most appropriate is the most simple, and it's also words the Hargreeves never really heard or said much in their lives.]
I love you too, Five.
[No hidden meanings or double entendres. Simple. Concise. And he'll leave it at that for now.]
[ five can do nothing but stare at the response when it comes in. he doesn't even open it. he just stares at the preview of it on his screen. it doesn't occur to him that it's showing as 'unread' on klaus' side, because five has read it. over and over again he's read it.
at first, when a response came back, he got a bit angry about it. before he had initially looked at the message, he expected some push back from his brother or... or something else. he feels like he more or less said the same thing to klaus when they last spoke (he didn't. not like this), and he'd encountered resistance. five expected it to be no different this time.
it was different this time.
it's only been maybe three minutes since klaus texted five back, but it feels like an hour that five's been staring at the message. when the screen fades this time, five lets it stay dark and shoves the phone into his pocket. he grabs the bottle he'd been drinking from and blinks to klaus' room, the logical first place to look for him.
five doesn't say anything to klaus when he sees him there. not yet at least. when klaus texted back, five had an angry retort ready to throw back at him, but that was when five thought that he needed it. now, he doesn't know what to say. so instead, he walks over to sit on the floor next to klaus' bed and holds the bottle up to his brother ]
[ this was meant to happen last night on their actual birthday, but between the party and then meeting up with vanya afterward, five thought it best to leave it to today. it also gave him a little extra time to figure out what he was going to do for klaus. in that time, though, he realized that he doesn't know a goddamn thing about his brother. at least not the kinds of things that brothers might normally know about each other. and that's not even something that can be blamed on the apocalypse. five can't blame his time away for not knowing his own brother on a more personal level.
everything he doesn't know about klaus, he didn't learn long before he ever disappeared.
five blinks into klaus' room, not even knowing if he'll be there. if he's there, great, and if he isn't, five is prepared to wait. this feels important to him so he's got the time ]
[Lucky for Five, he was there. Not so lucky for Five, he was naked, because he'd just gotten out of the shower and was decidedly not expecting his brother. Not that he has enough shame to be concerned about this just now, more than the jump that the sudden fwwp! that Five's jumps make cause him.]
Christ on a cracker, Five, don't you knock?!
[He is. Not exactly hurrying to cover himself, as he turns back to the clothes he was digging through in his dresser drawer.]
[ five has spent most of his life going wherever he pleases (even before the apocalypse). it's built right into his power, after all. knocking on doors is more of a courtesy than anything meaning he's actually not going inside somewhere. it's basically to give someone who is unfamiliar with him the chance to let him in before he decides he's going in anyway. his family is not often afforded such luxury. they don't really get that warning knock on the door. maybe he should start doing it though.
he makes a disgusted face at his brother and quickly turns around so his back is to klaus ] No. Now just hurry up and put some goddamn clothes on.
[For the first time in recorded history, Harlan has no idea how to start this conversation. He doesn't usually apologize to people for torturing them, and besides that, it wasn't actually him, so... There's a lot of layers to take into consideration.
He does feel awful for hurting Klaus though, even if it wasn't actually him. It was still his body, his knife, his trust that the spirit used against both of them, and Klaus took the brunt of the damage. He doesn't like to see his friends hurt, especially not like that.
Text seems like the way to go for now. Klaus might not feel up to seeing him face to face right now, and Harlan can't blame him.]
uh hey man.
listen i get it if ud rather i fuck off. but hear me out for like two secs ok? i owe u an explanation.
that wasnt really me. one of those ghosts hijacked my body. i remember what happened but i couldnt stop it.
[This month has been shit and it's only half-over. Klaus would like to get off this ride, thanks. The ghosts have been the worst, and he was duped by not one, but two of his friends that ended up possessed. He's been sticking close to his room, and to his siblings to keep the spirits at bay.
He's curled up in bed when the texts come through and he smiles at the name that pops up on the screen. Everything that happened, because of the ghosts, it was... rough. He would be lying to say his trust wasn't a little shaken, but... he knows it wasn't Harlan. Not really.
The thought only makes his smile fade a little more when he reads the words.]
hey
i hate the way this place does this shit to us u know?
that mustve been pretty scary tho huh? someone else controlling ur every move...
[ she thinks - she thinks that was his name, and aside from her klaus, he is the only other person around with that name. she was barely able to grasp it in the terrifying incoherence of the moment. her head is clear now, though, and she remembers her fellow marked. faintly, but she does. ] It's Elena. From
[The text comes in and he has to let it sit for a few minutes, trying think back through the muddled mess of everything in the most recent history of days. Elena. Who was she? Did she have the right person? There was that other Klaus around here, maybe--
No, wait. He does remember her. Vaguely. He was in such a frenetic state at the time, he'd hardly committed her to memory.]
[Everything has been such a mess in the last while. So long now that he’s lost track of how long it’s even been. The ghosts, the possessions, torturing his brother, finding his best friend’s dead body, seeing his sister’s memories, being mind controlled by the cult.... It’s a ride he would like to get off of and can’t find the exit to.]
oh shit thats awesome! yeah sure where r u? msuic room or ur room?
[She's so excited, and he was one of her first thoughts when she got this handed to her. Klaus doesn't even know how to put into words how much that means to him. He's not sure he's really ever been anyone's first thought.]
[Set sometime after she has dinner with Elena + Jon, whenever is convenient for you/Klaus timeline wise. She just leaves a message, not expecting an immediate response.]
Hey, Klaus. My name is Waverly - I got your name from Elena? She told me what happened during the last Veiled Order event, and if it's okay with you, I was wondering if I could ask you a couple follow up questions? Maybe we could grab a drink. No rush or pressure, just let me know.
[The message comes in when he's tangled in yarn. He huffs softly at the mess in his lap and manages to twirl one hand free of it to check the message that was left. No one he's met before... and. Hm. Elena had given her his name? Curious. He's not doing anything hugely important just now, so he decides to call her back.]
Hey- Waverly? [He greets whenever she answers.] Klaus... Uh- I got your message... I'm free, if you wanna talk now.
There's something to be said about the interactions Sabrina has had in this place, and the self-appointed need to stand sentinel to any and all who seemed like they could use a friend.
She remembered the man she met days after her arrival, the haze of compulsion weighing heavy across those distinct, hazel-green eyes.
Sabrina had always been impulsive, and had always been lead by heart more than logic and will always be. But there were still...boundaries that she should be mindful of. She had long wanted to make sure Klaus was okay from when she first met him, but - but would he remember her? Would he want to remember that?
So instead, she does the next best thing she can think of. Klaus will find a small, black satchel somewhere obvious in his rooms - a witch's advantage of being able to displace objects from one place to another, and a note attached to it, in neat cursive.
Klaus, I hope you're doing alright. Please accept this little token, and I hope it helps, when you need it to. - Sabrina
The satchel itself, upon inspection, has a little sigil written in white on its front. While she has no distinct idea of what magic had afflicted him, she assigns to the belief that good intention holds its own strength. The little spell is intended to be a ward - against negative forces, influence or emotion. Kind of like a cushion - it won't stop any of those things exactly, but perhaps it will add clarity when it is needed, or hope when all seems lost. Upon touching it, the little bag will feel a bit warm, and smell distinctly of pine and dried citrus before fading away.
[When Klaus finds the satchel and the note, he smiles a little. The fact that someone not in his inner-most circle had thought about him makes something bloom bright and warm in his chest.]
[So, here they are on the roof again. It's become a bit of a habit for the two of them, yes, but this time, Harlan has chosen the location strategically. Private, but still technically public, and not boxed in. If Klaus wants to bail, he can.
He's already up there when he shoots Klaus a text to come meet him, and luckily his friend doesn't leave him waiting long.]
Hey, I need to tell you something.
[He is not looking forward to this conversation, but he's been putting it off for months now and it's wearing on him. He's not usually the type to sit on things like this.
So, may as well get right to it.]
Do you remember the weird shit that was going on a few months ago, where everyone kept seeing each other's memories?
[Klaus has grown accustomed to these little rooftop meetings with Harlan. They were a pretty regular part of their friendship at this point, especially since they'd been split from sharing a suite. He generally enjoys their time up here, and he's utterly clueless that there's more of a specific point to this particular meeting than just hanging out.
He waves in greeting as he exits onto the roof and there's the smallest amused scoff at the blatantly abrupt greeting.]
Okay...? [He draws the word out, half-curious, half-cautious. He can't decide if this is a good thing or a bad thing, and that alone sets his nerves on overdrive. From shifts in his sibling dynamics, to finally owning that crush (it hasn't stopped with that confession and subsequent denial of feelings, either) to whatever the fuck is happening around the hotel lately, everything feels like it's changing so fast lately, and he doesn't want just one more thing added to the mix. Especially not with Harlan. He's been this stable foundation of Klaus' time in Hell, he genuinely doesn't want anything to break that rock-steady cornerstone.
His stomach twists, inexplicably nervous at the question. A frown flitters across his features and he prompts Harlan to continue.] Yeah... I remember...
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[Action -morning, around the week of Sept 6th]
Turning around, she burrows her face into the owner of the bed's chest to fight off waking. This kind of thing is easier now. Spending the night is very much unlike Faith. She hadn't used to stay long after they screwed, afraid of what staying might mean. But Klaus made it easy, somehow.
guess i DIDN'T respond 😆
Never an early riser, Klaus elicits a whine at the scraps of light filtering through the window; he really should get blackout curtains, this is bullshit. The sound turns into something far more comfortable, and soft, and content, when Faith curls in against him. He doesn't need words to let her know he agrees, that he could stay here for hours or all day if they either one decided that was the best course of action for the day.
Still. He is awake, however much he may hate that fact and ignoring that he could absolutely sink so, so easily back into the quiet dark of unconsciousness if he allowed himself to. He doesn't ignore the urge to press a kiss softly against her forehead in the first, hazy morning moments they're soaking in.
it happens!
Her eyes are shut tight, letting out a soft sigh when lips touch her forehead. Faith does drift off again, perhaps it's only a few more minutes or an hour but the second time she wakes getting back to sleep alludes her entirely. She'll just have to settle for lazily touching the body next to her, a hand going to Klaus' shoulder first, dragging her finger slowly up and down his arm.
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text ; 9/15 (cw: mention of suicidal ideation-ish?)
the whole idea is that he wants to talk at klaus, and not to him. at least until he gets out everything he wants to say ]
Your life matters to me, you idiot. I care whether you live or die. See, because I've done the whole you being dead thing. For a long time. Most of my life. I didn't like it. Actually, I fucking hated it. I wanted you to be alive again.
But apparently that was selfish of me because you wanted to be dead. Guess what? I GET to be selfish because I gave up more than you'll ever know to make sure I could bring you back, and to make sure you lived through the apocalypse. Because you assholes mean everything to me.
[ it's a little more aggressive than he initially wanted it to be but. what's going on in hell currently made him want to share with klaus. and sharing made him want to drink ]
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He shakes his head and mutters to himself. "Don't be stupid." and finally opens the text to find absolute paragraphs. He blinks, stunned by that alone for a moment before he makes his way through it all.
Five may feel like it's aggressive, but it's kind of perfectly him, to Klaus, and he actually laughs a little, a shattered edge version of one but it's there in the room. He could say so many things back to him, but the most appropriate is the most simple, and it's also words the Hargreeves never really heard or said much in their lives.]
I love you too, Five.
[No hidden meanings or double entendres. Simple. Concise. And he'll leave it at that for now.]
action;
at first, when a response came back, he got a bit angry about it. before he had initially looked at the message, he expected some push back from his brother or... or something else. he feels like he more or less said the same thing to klaus when they last spoke (he didn't. not like this), and he'd encountered resistance. five expected it to be no different this time.
it was different this time.
it's only been maybe three minutes since klaus texted five back, but it feels like an hour that five's been staring at the message. when the screen fades this time, five lets it stay dark and shoves the phone into his pocket. he grabs the bottle he'd been drinking from and blinks to klaus' room, the logical first place to look for him.
five doesn't say anything to klaus when he sees him there. not yet at least. when klaus texted back, five had an angry retort ready to throw back at him, but that was when five thought that he needed it. now, he doesn't know what to say. so instead, he walks over to sit on the floor next to klaus' bed and holds the bottle up to his brother ]
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action ; 10/02 (evening)
everything he doesn't know about klaus, he didn't learn long before he ever disappeared.
five blinks into klaus' room, not even knowing if he'll be there. if he's there, great, and if he isn't, five is prepared to wait. this feels important to him so he's got the time ]
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Christ on a cracker, Five, don't you knock?!
[He is. Not exactly hurrying to cover himself, as he turns back to the clothes he was digging through in his dresser drawer.]
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he makes a disgusted face at his brother and quickly turns around so his back is to klaus ] No. Now just hurry up and put some goddamn clothes on.
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@pizza; text; mid-october
He does feel awful for hurting Klaus though, even if it wasn't actually him. It was still his body, his knife, his trust that the spirit used against both of them, and Klaus took the brunt of the damage. He doesn't like to see his friends hurt, especially not like that.
Text seems like the way to go for now. Klaus might not feel up to seeing him face to face right now, and Harlan can't blame him.]
uh hey man.
listen i get it if ud rather i fuck off. but hear me out for like two secs ok? i owe u an explanation.
that wasnt really me. one of those ghosts hijacked my body. i remember what happened but i couldnt stop it.
im sorry. are u ok?
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He's curled up in bed when the texts come through and he smiles at the name that pops up on the screen. Everything that happened, because of the ghosts, it was... rough. He would be lying to say his trust wasn't a little shaken, but... he knows it wasn't Harlan. Not really.
The thought only makes his smile fade a little more when he reads the words.]
hey
i hate the way this place does this shit to us u know?
that mustve been pretty scary tho huh?
someone else controlling ur every move...
yeah im fine
sick of ghosts
healing ok
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this fucking idiot, mips. I CAN'T
KLAUS!!!!!
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those who wander, text.
[ she thinks - she thinks that was his name, and aside from her klaus, he is the only other person around with that name. she was barely able to grasp it in the terrifying incoherence of the moment. her head is clear now, though, and she remembers her fellow marked. faintly, but she does. ] It's Elena. From
[ pause ] before. Are you okay?
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No, wait. He does remember her. Vaguely. He was in such a frenetic state at the time, he'd hardly committed her to memory.]
i rmbr.
whats up?
im ok
u?
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@pizza; text
[He would probably start this conversation differently if he knew that Klaus had found his body, but, well. Here they are.]
u busy? i want to talk to u abt some shit. where are u?
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yeah im around
r u ok?
[Everything has been such a mess in the last while. So long now that he’s lost track of how long it’s even been. The ghosts, the possessions, torturing his brother, finding his best friend’s dead body, seeing his sister’s memories, being mind controlled by the cult.... It’s a ride he would like to get off of and can’t find the exit to.]
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cw suicide from here on out
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BIG SUICIDE CW
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text; un: n5 (post gift exchange)
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After Lucifer's presents are distributed
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yeah sure
where r u? msuic room or ur room?
[She's so excited, and he was one of her first thoughts when she got this handed to her. Klaus doesn't even know how to put into words how much that means to him. He's not sure he's really ever been anyone's first thought.]
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Hey, Klaus. My name is Waverly - I got your name from Elena? She told me what happened during the last Veiled Order event, and if it's okay with you, I was wondering if I could ask you a couple follow up questions? Maybe we could grab a drink. No rush or pressure, just let me know.
mid-Dec-ish <3
Hey- Waverly? [He greets whenever she answers.] Klaus... Uh- I got your message... I'm free, if you wanna talk now.
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I thought I replied to this aahhh sorry!!
all good!
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around the time of ic gift exchange (super late whoops)
She remembered the man she met days after her arrival, the haze of compulsion weighing heavy across those distinct, hazel-green eyes.
Sabrina had always been impulsive, and had always been lead by heart more than logic and will always be. But there were still...boundaries that she should be mindful of. She had long wanted to make sure Klaus was okay from when she first met him, but - but would he remember her? Would he want to remember that?
So instead, she does the next best thing she can think of. Klaus will find a small, black satchel somewhere obvious in his rooms - a witch's advantage of being able to displace objects from one place to another, and a note attached to it, in neat cursive.
Klaus,
I hope you're doing alright.
Please accept this little token, and I hope it helps, when you need it to.
- Sabrina
The satchel itself, upon inspection, has a little sigil written in white on its front. While she has no distinct idea of what magic had afflicted him, she assigns to the belief that good intention holds its own strength. The little spell is intended to be a ward - against negative forces, influence or emotion. Kind of like a cushion - it won't stop any of those things exactly, but perhaps it will add clarity when it is needed, or hope when all seems lost. Upon touching it, the little bag will feel a bit warm, and smell distinctly of pine and dried citrus before fading away.
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hey, thanks.
this is cute & ur sweet.
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He's already up there when he shoots Klaus a text to come meet him, and luckily his friend doesn't leave him waiting long.]
Hey, I need to tell you something.
[He is not looking forward to this conversation, but he's been putting it off for months now and it's wearing on him. He's not usually the type to sit on things like this.
So, may as well get right to it.]
Do you remember the weird shit that was going on a few months ago, where everyone kept seeing each other's memories?
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He waves in greeting as he exits onto the roof and there's the smallest amused scoff at the blatantly abrupt greeting.]
Okay...? [He draws the word out, half-curious, half-cautious. He can't decide if this is a good thing or a bad thing, and that alone sets his nerves on overdrive. From shifts in his sibling dynamics, to finally owning that crush (it hasn't stopped with that confession and subsequent denial of feelings, either) to whatever the fuck is happening around the hotel lately, everything feels like it's changing so fast lately, and he doesn't want just one more thing added to the mix. Especially not with Harlan. He's been this stable foundation of Klaus' time in Hell, he genuinely doesn't want anything to break that rock-steady cornerstone.
His stomach twists, inexplicably nervous at the question. A frown flitters across his features and he prompts Harlan to continue.] Yeah... I remember...
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