Klaus Hargreeves @hello-as-goodbye - Tumblr Blog

rebelgirllila:

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Lila smirked and flipped the bartender off, probably sealing the deal on the burgers being spat in.

“We’ll live,” She said.

“You have a point. It’s pretty much par for the course with us.” If she wasn’t used to truly crazy shit happening to her and around her by now, she never would be.

“Diego spoke about you, y’know,” Lila said. If there was one thing she’d learned about Diego, it was how fond he was of his siblings - not that he’d never admit it aloud. Street cred, and all that. Lila would always be kind of jealous of the fact that he had a family he cared about so deeply. “You always sounded fun. Wish our first meeting had gone a little better.”

She had a feeling that the two of them would get along, somehow.

“You up for a do over?”

Klaus would have liked to have said that they’d rather starve than eat the hamburgers, but the truth was, they were sure they’d eaten worse during at least one bender. Turning down food now would sound be ridiculous.

“I often do, yet rarely anyone listens to them” they pointed out with a sly grin. There was a reason why nobody listened to the points they raised, and they all knew it. Even Lila must have at least suspected.

Klaus’s eyebrows shot up. Diego had spoken about them? Lips twitching, Klaus shook their head in disbelief. If Diego had spoken about his siblings, it would have been to register complaints on each and every one of them. Klaus had a few of his own.

“Fun? Well if you call 12 stints in rehab, a fuzzy recollection of the middle parts of my life, PTSD and being the butt of almost every joke fun... guess I must be”.

As the resident on the wagon, off the wagon again sibling, they knew they were in no real position to deny someone else a do-over. But still...

“Fine. On one condition”.

#klaus ; threads #klaus ; lila threads 001

rebelgirllila:

where: the billiards room of the Hotel Oblivion who: Quinn and Klaus ( @hello-as-goodbye )

Quinn could spot others like her from a mile away. It was sort of an innate ability - likely developed as a direct consequence of the people she’d hung out with in her youth.

Which is why, when she spotted the man with the hand tattoos, she figured he was the person to be talking to.

She found him in the billiards room - not playing pool, just leaning against the table and looking slightly forlorn. She approached him and took a seat on the table beside him.

“You holding?” She asked, casual. After the day she’d had, she really needed to get high.

Klaus had been leaning against the pool table for over an hour, watching a man sitting in the corner, who was pretending to read a newspaper while sneaking glances up at them. Since sobriety had become the norm, Klaus had gotten better at both noticing someone’s spirit lingering around and keeping them at arms length.

Their attention seemed entirely focused on the ghost of the man in the corner, and wondering what had happened to the left side of his face that made Klaus want to cringe away, but as a girl sidled up to them, they barely flinched.

Hands placed against the table behind them, they turned their head and sighed, almost longingly. “Ask me five years ago”.

Klaus turned back to the man, who had gotten up and had begun pacing slowly around the tables, though Klaus knew he needn’t have bothered. With the sharp realisation that he was coming over, they pushed off from the table and gestured for the girl to follow.

“Might know where you can get hold of some though. You another one of us, I take it?”

#klaus ; threads #klaus ; quinn threads 001

neonmooned:

Luther was actually glad that it was Klaus in the room. His siblings were really the only people who understood what they were going through right now, no matter how dysfunctional their family could be at times. Was there yet another apocalypse brewing? Klaus could irritate him now and then but Luther still cared an incredible amount for them.

Following the lead of the other he plops his weight down on the pillow that sinks immediately to the floor. Somehow it’s still relatively comfortable. The door had been closed by him when he entered the room so now they had a bit of privacy to talk between the two of them.

“ How are you feeling about —” he gestures his arm around at the room but is referring to the situation they were in. “ — all this ?”

In any other family, Klaus would have considered themselves the black sheep. Among his adoptive siblings, at times, they found themselves fitting in perfectly. When they had gone their separate ways years ago, Klaus had attempted to fill the void with substances, with the people around them that wanted to escape as they did and with Ben, whispering in their ear and always picking Klaus back up after every fall.

Klaus leaned back on the bed and waited for Luther to join, smirking when the bed lifted slightly on their end as Luther’s weight sank into the mattress and contraption, including the pillow, sink to the floor but making no comment.

“I don’t know” they answered, honestly. “Home wasn’t home, but this hotel once held memories for me which apparently it doesn’t anymore, so I don’t know which is better. Or if either is better. Or worse” Klaus added, clicking their tongue. “That wasn’t what you were referring to, was it?”

They sighed and flopped backward, exhaling sharply. “How do you feel about all this?”

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rebelgirllila:

“Good one. Glad some of you Hargreeveses have a sense of humour.” Lila laughed. Then Klaus mentioned food - and her stomach rumbled, as if on cue.

“Mm, bring us whatever you’ve got, garçon.” She said around another mouthful of peanuts. Once the bartender had trailed away (after huffing and rolling his eyes, of course), she turned in her seat to face Klaus a little better, kicking her feet against the legs of her barstool.

“Last time we saw each other I was trying to kill you,” She said apologetically, “No hard feelings though, right? I mean,” she laughed without much humour, “Shit’s a bit fucked, innit?”

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Klaus chortled with amusement as her stomach growled loudly, pulling both the their own and the bartender’s eyes straight towards her.

“We’re about to run out of peanuts” they continued, as though she had not already signalled the bartender to bring them something else. It took them a moment to catch up with the world around them; and seemed to be doing that a lot more lately. Since the time ‘jump’ and landing in this new ‘reality’ or whatever anyone wanted to call it.

“He’s glaring at you right now” Klaus pointed out, “so either we aren’t getting any food, or he’ll be spitting in our hamburgers”.

Her apology appeared to be sincere. Klaus tilted their head slightly, observing the other closely before shrugging dramatically. “I’ve lost count of the amount of times someone has tried to kill me. If I held a grudge against everyone who had given it a shot over the years, I’d never get laid again, but I digress” they grinned cheekily, “when is shit not fucked up?”

#klaus ; threads #klaus ; lila threads 001

neonmooned:

Where: Random floor of the Obsidian Who: Luther & open

He was wandering the halls trying to decide which room he wanted to take. Overall Luther wasn’t particularly thrilled that they weren’t even allowed to stay in their own home….though from what he gathered it wasn’t his home anymore. Except that in a way he still felt they had a right to the Hargreeves home. As he goes to open the door he sees someone is already sitting inside. “Oh – uh, sorry. I thought that no one would be in here.” So far the other rooms he had checked were all empty.

There was a quiet around them that they didn’t feel comfortable with. They had complained about Ben, and at Ben for years, mainly about issues privacy and personal space, sprinkled with a little ‘you’re not my keeper, shut up’ here and there, but since he had disappeared, Klaus had never felt more alone.

Klaus sat cross legged on the end of the first free bed in the first free room they had found. Hotel Obsidian had been a place in which they had spent many a drunken night before, but everything felt off. They held Dave’s dog tags out on the palm of their hand, allowing waves of regret and sadness to pour over them, until the door opened.

Looking up at Luther, Klaus plastered wide smile on their face and slipped the dog tags away. “It’s cool man, you want to pull up a pillow?” they asked, reaching behind and dragging a pillow forward for emphasis. “These are super comfy, I guarantee it! Though I guess I can’t... guarantee it anymore, but hey! Get in here”.

#klaus ; threads #klaus ; luther threads 001

rebelgirllila:

where: the bar of the Hotel Obsidian who: Lila and open!

The hotel smelled like mothballs and old carpet.

Lila wrinkled her nose as she took another swig of her lukewarm beer. This place felt disjointed, outside of time, a liminal space.

She was kind of obsessed with it, already.

Someone sidled up to the bar and took a seat next to her. She barely acknowledged them, just reached forward to grab the bowl of bar peanuts.

“The beer here tastes like shit.” She warned them, throwing a nut up in the air and catching it with her mouth.

Klaus had always liked this hotel, well, until they had basically told them that they had no idea who they were. That had been a bummer.

If Klaus hadn’t already made a pact with themselves about no more drunken benders, they would have been swearing never to use their services again to sleep off a hangover, or any other activities that might tickle their fancy.

“I wouldn’t know. I never tasted it sober” Klaus joked, grinning as they reached over for a handful of peanuts and shoved them into their mouth. They found that they were hungrier than usual lately.

“Water, or soda, something...” t hey muttered to the bartender, waving a hand vaguely. Klaus turned back to her for another handful of peanuts and grimaced. “How about actual food?”