#conjuredead

[soldierqueer]

[ @conjuredead​ said: “Don’t make me talk about it. Please don’t.” ]

DAVE’S expression fell as he knelt beside Klaus, concern written across his face. The last thing he wanted was to make Klaus feel uncomfortable, but he needed answers, needed to know about him if they were going to make this work. It hadn’t been long since Dave had been whisked away to a new world and a new time, but he’d caught Klaus attempting to do drugs after sneaking away. Dave had never seen this side of Klaus before and it scared him, made him question all that he thought he knew about his lover. “Klaus, I understand that you don’t want to talk about this, but you need to talk to me.” He pleaded, desperation in his voice. 

“Please.” He searched his face, a sadness in his eyes. “I want to help you. I just- I don’t know how.” His voice faltered and he began questioning all that he thought he knew. How had he never seen this part of Klaus before? Were there other things that Klaus was keeping from him? Was Klaus even the person he thought he was when they met? Dave had always enjoyed the mystery that was Klaus. Had always enjoyed unwrapping him like some sort of gift, revealing small layers of his backstory. But this? This wasn’t Klaus. 

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@conjuredead​ said:  𝓲 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽!

                 ˜”*°•.    Carelessly  parrying the  question,  nothing but  a  poor --  rather  childish  -- response  given,  Klaus had  proven  himself to  be  severely  unlucky, misfortune  getting  the best  of  him: for  the  first time  in  forever, seconds  from  his  schedule -- if  not  a  few  minutes --  voluntarily offered  by  Five.  He  wouldn’t leave, he  wouldn’t  shrug off  the  topic, he  wouldn’t  go  chase  some forthcoming  destruction.  Not for  a  few minutes.  Not  until Klaus’  rather  ominous plans  were  unraveled. Revealed.  He  got enough  problems  to take  care  of  already,  anyway: and  however  harmless  Klaus might  have  appeared, his  boredom  could still  get  rather destructive.   ❝ Let  me correct  myself  then. What  are  you  planning  to do,  holding  this bucket  and… is  that  my  shirt?! ❞  

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@conjuredead​  /  ❛ can you make any MORE noise ?? ❜

❛      THAT  A  QUESTION  OR  A  REQUEST  ?     ❜             brow  is  raised  as  he  eyes  the  other  ,  an  amused  little  snort  escaping  him  before  he  returns  to  what  he  was  doing  ------  throwing  quick  jabs  at  his  punching  bag.          ❛     this  is  what  you  sign  up  for  if  you  crash  at  my  place  ,  klaus.      SOME  OF  US  need  to  take  care  of  ourselves.    ❜

[nofive]

@conjuredead​ asked: “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?”

[ x - accepting ]

Nope. No. It was too early for this. It wasn’t the scrutiny, or the pity, or whatever Klaus was going to try and call it. It wasn’t about any of that, not entirely at least. And Five was not about to put up with it. The bruise in question, was actually surrounding a stitched up cut, and he had no desire to actually explain where, why, or how he got it. The innocent question of offering help was loaded, and Five had no desire to give any answers. Well he could but none of them would likely be accepted, and none of them would end the conversation especially since Klaus had seen the bruise, at least that was all he was seeing where Five was concerned.

“No,” he finally responded pulling the sleeve of his uniform down. He had been checking to see how bad the injury was, that was how he was caught in his mess. He was moving to put the blazer on as well to hopefully halt all talk about the injury he was currently suffering from, it wasn’t the only one, but the less Klaus, or any of his siblings knew, the better. He didn’t try to say he was fine, because that was not only a lie, but it would just lead to questions. Why did he have nosy siblings about things that did not matter.

It would keep focus in the right place, which was off of him. “Is that all?” he asked raising his eyebrows expecting it to not be all, but he could never be sure. He was leaning back a bit, showing he was far more relaxed than typical. Not that his guard was down, but there was a difference because he wasn’t leaning forward into the conversation a sign that he was agitated or angry. “Or am I now going to be subjected to a round of twenty questions because I happen to have a bruise on my arm?”

[sunkiisscd]

@conjuredead​: ‘ you need to chill. you need to chill out. ’ /  for five buzzfeed unsolved meme / accepting

CHILL? CHILL?! HE’LL CHILL OUT when everyone stops being idiots and stop fighting each other. Also, when Klaus promises to never lay another hand on Dolores ever again. Nose to nose with Klaus, fists only tightened in his shirt and for a 'KID’, he had a surprisingly tight grip on him.

❝ Touch Dolores again and I will find all your stashes and suppliers and make them disappear, got it? ❞ 

Words were ground out through clenched teeth, seething with anger. To him, Dolores was not just a mannequin. And to him, just a CURIOUS look at Dolores had him on edge. Though he supposed the half dozen coffees he had chugged earlier did nothing to help.

[mstinteresting]

starter for @conjuredead​

listening  to  the  other,  he  can  feel  his  headache  getting  worse  the  longer  klaus  speaks.  count  to  ten.  deep  breaths.   ———————— ❝  Okay.  I think I know  where  you’re  going  with  this  and....it  won’t  work.  Trust  me.  It’s...no. ❞

[handlcr]

                𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 / 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃                     by sigh , locks of platinum ruffled from movement -- shift in stance , CURIOSITY alight ( 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝙶𝙾 / 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚃 ) yet self-preservation retains her distance . lift of hand ; steady , slow -- brushes digits across shoulder , click of tongue against her teeth .                                                      ‘ i 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 than you 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 . ‘

/ @conjuredead​

[riddl3r]

@conjuredead​ liked this for a riddle starter

❝Riddle me this... ❞ he pauses, his gaze moves from the other’s head to his toes and then back to his head  ❝Whoever you are. What is always on staircase but never on a stair?❞