#futurelived

[fourthmedium]

❛ yes. ❜ it comes out much more bitter than klaus had intended.  he doesn’t dwell on it.  ❛ why start now? ❜ // @futurelived & cont !!

[conjurelost-blog]

   “Did you...sleep there?”  Klaus’ neck hurts in sympathy at the idea of crashing in a chair.  Not that he hadn’t done it before.  Has fell asleep in far more uncomfortable places.  At least that one is relatively padded compared to hard wood.  He drops onto the couch with a slight wince.  He’d just wanted to grab coffee and advil, but someone-probably him-had left shoes in the hall and Klaus had almost gone face first into the floor.  “Y’know we do have beds.” 

@futurelived

[walkingouija-a]

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        ‘ c’mon, five! you’ve been wearing those god awful uniforms dad forced us to wear for far too long. you look like an altar boy and i cannot allow someone in my family to continue wearing that fashion disaster by choice. ’ a hand reaches out, hesitant as always when dealing with his long lost sibling, to flick a freshly painted nail against the lapel of his blazer. touch retreats quickly, fingers coming up to wrap around the lapel of his own coat and right it on his shoulders. 

        ‘ i’ll even buy you lunch while we’re out. ’ with their dead fathers credit card, but who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth when he’d discovered the small square of black plastic. ‘ it’ll be fun! when’s the last time you did anything remotely fun? ’

[sixthtm-a-blog]

“ i miss you. ”

          it’s unbelievable how tiny he looks,  standing in front of his own decapitated statue.  five wasn’t the smallest out of them when they were younger,  but it’s so different now that they’ve all grown up and he hasn’t ——— it freaks ben out,  looking at his sibling and seeing the same face that disappeared almost seventeen years ago,  the same height.  the same clothes.  he distantly wonders if it freaks five out too,  how everything has changed for everyone but him,  how he has to wear the same clothes and inhabit the same body all over again.  it’s annoying,  that he can’t ask,  because life also left him behind and changes for everyone but him.  maybe klaus will do it,  if he insists enough.

          he’s about to go find their brother,  to try and because he’s been left alone for too long anyway,  when he hears it — i miss you,  with that same pertinent voice and uneven pitch he thought they’d never hear again.  it doesn’t sound real,  at first,  if anything because he doesn’t think he’s ever heard five say that to anyone before,  and then,  after,  because it feels awful :  he’s here,  with them,  with him,  and they can’t see it.  they can’t see him.  the words are directed at the statue,  ben notices,  and it makes sense when he thinks about it but still hurts.  how would he react,  if he knew ben misses him too??  he doesn’t think he would take it well,  if klaus told him :  ben said he misses you too,  like he misses being alive.  like he misses holding his books or running his fingers through the fuzzy blanket on top of his bed.  no,  it's pointless,  it’s reopening wounds that ought to stay closed,  even if they haven’t had enough time to cure yet,  for little five’s sake.

* misc sentence starters ╱ ACCEPTING

[fourthseal]

@futurelived / startercall

In retrospect, he might have been a bit hard on Five, with the whole addicted to the apocalypse thing. Maybe it’s what he needed to hear, but he probably shouldn’t have said it quite like that. Then again it did convince him to smash that creepy glass eye so all’s well that ends well. And it has ended well, surprisingly so. No apocalypse, Vanya has super powers, and Luther got laid. Not a bad weeks work all things considered. Or a bad ten months work, technically for Klaus, but whatever. The point is the apocalypse is over and Klaus has the munchies. He’s not high, high, not on oxy or anything like that, just a blunt and a drink which is practically medicinal at this point so it doesn’t count. What better way to combat his munchies and bond with his long-lost brother than: “Donuts!!”  he all but dances into Five’s room, grinning and refusing to knock just like when they were kids. He’s nostalgic! So sue him. “Me and you should go for donuts, we have what like, a decade of bonding to catch up on. Well, a decade for me, more than that for you-man time travel is weird huh?” 

[sixthseance]

@futurelived​ —— NUMBER FIVE / LYRIC STARTER CALL.

     —— repeat by young the giant.

   “there’s darkness through the doorways.”

[whiteviolintm]

@futurelived ♥’d for a lyric starter

“I never meant to start a war.”

[fourthmedium]

they don’t really get days off ; dad’s never that considerate.  but sometimes he makes trips - two, three days at a time.  and they just get...peace.  they still have to run drills, do all that stupid stuff, but it’s less intense.  and mom always gives them a couple hours of downtime.  and four had fully intended to use it for something stupid, just to blow off steam but...well.  turns out ghosts are quieter during the day.  

and the couch isn’t that uncomfortable.

he shifts at the sound of footsteps, wrinkles his nose up, hoping they’ll go away.  they don’t.  they get closer.  ❛ buzz off, seven, i’m tired. ❜ he blinks then, and - oh.  ❛ hey five. ❜ four doesn’t make a move to sit up, but he does wiggle his fingers.  ❛ fancy seeing you here. ❜ // @futurelived