‘i’m worried about you.’
Huh. Well fancy that.
Seven and Four had barely interacted throughout their youth, (not that they were so terribly old now, but still, their childhood seemed so long ago these days,) sharing only the briefest of moments and none of them particularly memorable. There had been the time Klaus and Diego had been stepping on ants and Vanya had cried. There had been the infamous occasions where the entire gang of them, even Luther had snuck down to Griddy’s for doughnuts... but there’d never been anything special. Nothing that was just theirs. With Luther, there’d been the constant bail-outs. With Diego... they just had a certain bond, even if Diego would deny it with every fibre of his being; he still took time out of his limited leisure hours to try and teach Klaus better self defence (and offence,) techniques. With Allison... she dressed him up in her clothes, told him he looked gorgeous and painted his nails for him. Five? Five was gone, but before that, he’d been able to make his brother laugh. Ben? Ben was arguably his favourite. The brother he would sneak into at night to curl up together when the nightmares got too rough. The brother who read to him to calm him down at night. Sure, he was also judgy as fuck when it came to Klaus’ interest in drugs but... well, nobody was perfect. Vanya? There’d just... never been anything.
Until now, apparently. When she showed interest.
Truth was, Klaus had been drifting slowly from his siblings since the age of twelve. It had been a slow, insidious change; born initially from his nights spent locked away in the darkness of the mausoleum. With each instance, Klaus’ demeanour changed. It was a subtle difference, but he wasn’t as kind anymore, not as gentle. It was hard for a boy so often confronted with death to remain innocent, and it had only taken an introduction to morphine when he broke his jaw to push him over the edge.
His innocence was long lost, his childhood lay in tatters somewhere amongst headstones crowned in mould and decay. Number Four was tainted, and yet here stood his sister, suddenly giving a damn when many of the others had begun to stop.
“Why?”
