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moving diego over to @deathhumored for now !
when u say a really clever comeback without stuttering
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KLAUS.
“ — is that a …. trick question?” a legitimate question, really. or, it’s supposed to sound like one with the serious face klaus puts on right after, before he’s shrugging his shoulders. “well. what if it is this time? you gonna be an asshole brother keeping me from enjoying some goddamn chocolate? that’s just plain evil, diego. evil.”
FOR A SECOND , he considers if he’d actually feel bad for keeping klaus from something as simple as chocolate. but , then logic kicks in again , reminding him THIS IS KLAUS. that’s not fucking chocolate. he rolls his eyes & reaches up into a top cabinet , pulling down a jar of sweets. ❛ you want candy so bad , then here. ACTUAL CANDY. ❜ even superheroes with temples for bodies had a secret stash.
KLAUS.
“Yeah, of course, Diego. Jesus, relax! I know I still haven’t gotten back at you from the time you glued my ass to the dining room chair, but this isn’t the time to fuck you up, okay? I’m serious.”
Restless hands clap with glee when he’s finally given the green light, and he leaps from his chair, tumbling forward until he’s on his knees, sitting mere inches from his brother. He holds out a hand, furrows his brow, and patiently waits for a moment until he feels the gentle lull of his powers, like an engine revving up. When he opens his eyes, he’s pleased to see his fingertips radiating with that familiar blue tinge. It’s showtime, baby!
“Okay, it’s gonna feel weird, don’t freak out, just trust me, ‘kay?” He resists the urge to chime in with a that’s what she said joke and focuses instead on the task at hand.
The first step is easy enough— with his bare feet planted firmly on the ground, he can push himself out of his body with minimal resistance. It’s a stern push at first, followed by a gentle floating, as he lifts up through the top of his skull. The harder part is getting inside his brother (ew, even in his head that sounds awful, he’ll admit), but after a moment of hovering, he’s able to get his bearings, and will himself over to where Diego is sitting.
Then, all at once, he dives in through the top of Diego’s head, allowing himself to tumble and fall until he’s finally anchored by the distinctly heavy weight of a body. For a moment, everything is black, all he can feel is the thunderous beating of a heart. Then, ever so slowly, the haze melts away and he’s able to open his eyes— Diego’s eyes— only to see his own body sitting there on the floor in a seemingly peaceful meditation. It’s like something straight out of a horror movie, but before he can even process the true strangeness of the situation, he clutches the chair and furrows his brow, as he searches for some sign of his brother.
“Hey, Diego?” He hears Diego’s voice call out. “You alright, buddy? Still with me?”
AT FIRST , he’s anxious as he watches that blue coloring come over his brother. but , there’s a calm that comes over him at the simple fact that if anyone was going to hurt him , it wasn’t klaus. he trusts his brother ----- knows this isn’t a game to him. not after everything they’ve been through. as he truly observes him , he actually feels . . . PROUD.
but then , for the first bit , everything’s dark & cold & . . . crowded. it’s that weird in-between sleep & wake place that he spends too much time in. it’s hard to pull himself from that unconscious state , but hearing his own voice without speaking helps. I’M HERE ---- he can’t make his body speak , but he can think. it’s strange & uncomfortable to not be in control of his body -- his temple. with a bit of strain , he’s able to clench his fist -- testing the limits of this whole possession thing. it uses too much energy , though , so he relaxes & simply watches.
YOU CAN’T LIKE ---- GO THROUGH MY THOUGHTS , CAN YOU ? the idea of klaus seeing too much of his brain was unsettling. then again , at least he didn’t have luthers thoughts.
KLAUS.
“Who, little ol’ me?” Hands press against his chest in melodramatic shock. “C’mon, man, you know I wouldn’t hurt a fly! Literally! I was chief member of Vanya’s Save The Ants campaign!” They were nine at the time, but his philosophy really hasn’t changed all that much. He may have a mile long list of misdemeanors, but Klaus Hargreeves is not a violent offender.
“Besides, you can’t get calls about me if I’m with you! Think of the service you’re doing, keepin’ a scoundrel like me off the streets.”
❛ I REMEMBER THAT. . . ❜ for a second , he smiles remembering the odd campaign ---- after all , it was so rare to see something non-violent in the hargreeves household. his smile falls , though , as he realizes klaus has a point. he sighs heavily & rubs his temple. ❛ FINE. you can stay. ❜
KLAUS.
“—-oh my god, diego, are you—” is he being serious right now? it’s not that hard to tell, beneath the sarcasm his brother absolutely means what he’s saying and klaus isn’t so sure he wants to test how much truth is in there. a roof over his head if he needed one? yeah he can’t lose that. “it’s just chocolate!” with a little added extra, but alas, his brother doesn’t need to know that.
❛ do you think i’m stupid ? i used to be a cop , man. ❜ he furrows his brows over at him. ❛ it’s NEVER just chocolate with you. ❜
STRANGER
there’s still clear confusion on her face and his words only make her worry more. How bad she wants to run but this time , she doesn’t back away when he moves closer. She’s frozen in fear , she struggles with words.
“ w-… .why? why were they hurting them? “
❛ THAT I DON’T KNOW. i heard someone call for help. threw my knife. it’s kinda what i do. ❜
FIVE
Five almost rolls his eyes, but that would probably make him look even more like the teenager he is not. “You live in a closet,” he says instead. “And at night, you dress up and play Batman. I’m not sure ‘well-adjusted’ is the term I would use for that.”
❛ BOILER ROOM. ❜ he does roll his eyes , not sparing a moments thought to the action. ❛ at least i’m doin’ something productive with my life. ❜
STRANGER.
the fear hit her when he started to speak. But just because she was afraid didn’t mean she wasn’t going to pry with the questions. She hands back the weapon , but she’s still looking at it , as she does so. “ is that …blood? did you hurt someone with that? “ she asks , rather innocently and even before he’s able to answer the first question , she asks another. “ are you a good guy or a bad guy? “
❛ DEPENDS ON WHO YOU ASK. ❜ he eyes her unsurely , taking a step in her direction. ❛ someone was hurting another. that bloods not innocent. ❜
DR.
This was probably going to be a MISTAKE. Surely something would go wrong. Either someone would walk in on them playing with knives the next time or he would continue down this flirty path without her putting an end to it. Which would be WORSE? Sophie sighed internally before looking back up at him and noticing his smirk. The smug bastard. She couldn’t help but respond in turn and SMILE up at him, with a light hearted shake of her head. Oh YEAH. This was going to be a problem. After a minute, the woman pulled herself away from him and in the process she handed his knife back. ❝You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?❞ With that, she turned back to the cabinet, housing the REST of his knives and went to retrieve them. She couldn’t keep them from him forever after all.
HE WATCHES CURIOUSLY , anticipation rising at the idea of getting his knives back. they really were comforting ------------------------------ he’s had them since he was a toddler ; might as well be a soft blanket. ❛ would i be any fun if i weren’t ? ❜
LILA.
❛ SIXTY DAYS ? You must have really gotten on his nerves, ❜ Even by Lila’s standards that seemed a bit excessive. She jumped slightly when his hand makes contact with the table. ❛ Your story involving the President who’s supposed to be in town probably doesn’t help your cause though. ❜ Lila leaned forward, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. ❛ Extra pudding cup for you worries ? ❜ She offered.
❛ SHOVE IT , LILA. ❜ he sighs & smacks his hand on the table , then holds it up in defense when he gets that warning look from a guard. ❛ it wasn’t like i was gonna kill anyone. just cut off his trigger finger. ❜
KLAUS.
“am i though? am i really?” he doesn’t look it, taking a drag of the cigarette, debating whether or not getting up and going out to get himself an actual, freaking, proper drink is worth it. before deciding against that – the headache isn’t helping, either. “whatever. i’ll make do.” he has to have something in his coat’s pockets anyway. some funky chocolate ought to do the trick for now.
❛ YOU’RE FUNNY. ❜ he eyes him , laughter spilling from him. ❛ take anything while you’re here && i’m barring you from comin’ in ever again. got it ? ❜
KLAUS.
“Oh COME ON!” Bottom lip dramatically juts out in a pout as an open-palmed ‘HELLO’ smacks the back of the headrest (resulting in a small “Ow” and the immediate removal of his hand). “You’re really gonna make your poor brother walk the streets? At night?! Anything could happen to me out there!” He pleads, as if Klaus Hargreeves himself was not the worst thing to happen to the streets of this city, like a goddamn Tasmanian Devil broken loose from the Academy.
❛ AS IF YOU’RE NOT literally the worst thing out there. ❜ eyes roll as his grip tightens on the wheel. ❛ i’ve gotten more calls ‘cause of you than any fucker around. ❜
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“Well,” Five flicks a very pointed glance down at the all-black leather, at the sharp blades strapped to Diego’s waist, “call it a hunch, but I think we might have missed the ‘normal’ mark. By an inch or so.”
❛ STOP LOOKIN’ AT MY KNIVES. ❜ he crosses his arms , brows raising. ❛ i’m the most well adjusted outta’ all of us fuckers. ❜
DAVE.
diego’s confidence never ceases to surprise him – every time dave caught that smile on his face, he found himself unconsciously mirroring it , space next to his eyes crinkling with the genuine amusement he felt fluttering in his chest. was it possible to ever knock this man down? sometimes he seemed more like a symbol than a human of flesh and blood.
needless to say : dave grins at him , feeling nerves melt away … like he was more himself. empowered by the other, like he always was. “ … yeah. peachy keen. i never, uh … “ a hand comes up , touching diego’s face … thumb tracing the jawline, touching the scar on the side of his head, his temple … dave smiles a closed - lipped smile for a moment , light joy in his eyes. “ i’ve never … done this. anything, like this. “
he leans into the others hand , touch craved as ever. his expression falls from one of bravery & false confidence into comfort & content. it’s an honest smile that touches his lips & shows up in doe eyes. ❛ never ? ❜ he repeats , expression only further softening as he considers that he’s the marker dave has now ---------- there’s that sense of PRIDE in being first , but also in being the others leader.
❛ i have. . . where i’m from , it’s not so uh . . . frowned upon. ❜ shoulders rise & fall , lips pursing momentarily. ❛ i’m not out in the open about it , but . . . that’s just ‘cause of my dad. always called my brother the worst shit for bein’ free with who he loved. same with my sister. to be fair , he gave us shit for everything , but -------- i dunno. always took this shit harder than the rest. ❜
he glances away from him , trying to disassociate the bitter remarks of his father with dave’s smiling face. dave was pure --- something reginald could never be ; something reginald could never touch & ruin. he lets out a heavy breath before he looks back to the soldier , dark eyes flickering over his face. ❛ you ever been with a girl , though ? ❜ he asks curiously.
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jaw lax, mouth falling open to form a perfect ‘O’ shape, a combined look of shock and offence crossed klaus’s features as he gasped at the suggestion.
❝ rude. ❞ he reprimanded, tone overly dramatic in nature, before dropping the act with a short shrug. the playful facade fell away for just a moment as he mumbled in response. ❝ …well… you know. defence…just in case. ❞
❛ defense ? ❜ he snorts at the idea. ❛ you don’t even know how to hold a knife properly. someone would just take it from you. ❜
DR.
Blue eyes FLICKERED towards the door at the sound of someone shuffling by. Sophie didn’t realize she was HOLDING her breath until the sound died DOWN, and she bit her bottom lip once more before turning her gaze back to his. How long was she willing to let this little game continue? How long until it crossed a LINE? Hadn’t it already? ❝I’ll make you a DEAL ❞ Uh oh. ❝You do the next session WITHOUT even one knife, and you can TEACH me the proper technique if you think mine is SO terrible. DEAL?❞
HE TOO GLANCES AT THE DOOR , the smallest smirk tugging at his lips. he looks back to her , head canting to the side slightly. ❛ sounds like a plan to me , ❜ he muses , shoulders shrugging lightly. ❛ deal. ❜