#seanceisms

[krakentm]

Diego was tired. His training day had run long, leaving very little downtime, when he noticed that he hadn’t seen Klaus anywhere as he went about the manor. He suddenly had a bad feeling about his brother, so he left his knives spread out on his sheet and went across the hall. Manners class taught him it was polite to knock but he’d forgone it, in favour of getting in the room.

What he saw broke his heart. Klaus was pale, worse than usual, lying on his bed. His breathing was laboured, almost non-existent and in that moment, Diego knew he needed to do… something. Panic overwhelmed him as he tried to desperately remember how to administer first aid. He had a precious few moments and sure enough, he yelled for mom to come and help.

*

It felt like he had been sat there for hours while Klaus was coming out of it. Diego didn’t know what had made him do it – was it purposeful? Was it an honest mistake? Since when was he using hard drugs?

His throat felt tight as he watched over his brother. Soon enough however, he could see him opening his eyes and God did he want to s c r e a m. Had Klaus thought about what the fuck he was doing? Diego clawed at his tattoo stressfully and waited. That was really all he could do at that point.

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[oldhearts]

@seanceisms || jack&klaus from here

      Maybe it’s the alcohol talking. Hell -- if he’s honest with himself it’s usually the alcohol talking. He was beginning to enjoy spending time with the boy. It was refreshing to get the fuck away from everything else in the universe and just throw himself into bed with someone who didn’t ask him questions about the things he says. ( In some ways it makes him long for days past with people who understood him and their lack of questions came from a complete and total allegiance. )

      It seems, however, that the alcohol was doing the talking and leading him straight to saying things that made it seem like he needed more than what was being previously put on the table. It’s just sex, dumbass. ( what happened the LAST TIME you caught feelings? ) “Sorry --” He tips his glass, the whiskey sloshing out of the side of it as he offers the least sarcastic smile he can mange. “I was not questioning your lack of sobriety. Just your judge of character.”

[reprcbates-retired]

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Victor inhaled deeply, and let the breath out slow. His creator had other plans for the night without him, and it was his first time hunting during his mating season alone. It wasn’t much different than any other night, but this was severely less special. He picked his head back up and straightened his posture when he finally started passing by people.

The thrum of heartbeats was already affecting him, making it hard to focus. Victor was very much an impatient eater, though, and his feet swept him away to the easier targets. Drug alleys. Fingers tense in his pockets, he tried to at least look somewhat relaxed before slipping behind the back of the closest club. He didn’t want to go in just yet; rather he observed those who stayed outside for a smoke.

[phasingal]

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ASK: ❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜ (from dave at phasingal!)

soft caring starters!!

status: ACCEPTING

Sender: @phasingal

He still has NIGHTMARES. He still has them SO VIVIDLY. The sight of Dave dying, the sight of the hole in his chest, the way Dave had died in her arms. Not only is she haunted by ghosts and night terrors, but now she’s haunted by the memory of Dave dying.

Five had seen how DEPRESSED he was without the love of his life and gone back in time to get Dave, to bring him back, and Klaus was THANKFUL for it, but he was still more traumatized by the whole ordeal than she’d let anyone know.

He’d woke up GASPING FOR BREATH. With frightened wide eyes and looking desperately over at Dave to make sure he’s STILL HERE. The male sits up and starts trying to comfort him and Klaus is quick to wrap her arms around Dave and bury her face in the crook of his neck.

In the embrace, his gasping heavy breaths seem to calm A LITTLE. Not completely and he’s CERTAIN Dave can feel the feeling of wetness against his neck, he’s crying. AS MUCH AS HE HATES IT. “I-I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to wake you….I just….”

           If the way Klaus sought him out immediately upon waking didn’t make it clear enough, the way she immediately, desperately wrapped herself up around Dave as though he was about to disappear, made it abundantly obvious what the nightmare had been about this time.

           “Hey… hey, it’s okay, I got you”, he soothed immediately, arms winding tight around Klaus, pulling her into his chest, quietly encouraging him to climb into his lap for maximum contact. Nightmares were finicky, and could make someone want to be alone or to want anything but. Whenever Klaus woke up sobbing his eyes out, clearly having dreamt about losing Dave again, and, worse, apologizing for it, Dave was pretty sure this meant his sweetheart wanted more contact, not less. (Truth be told, Dave also felt better if he had an armful of Klaus.)

           “Don’t you apologize to me”, he chided, softly. “Not for this. We’re a team, remember? You and me, we’re a team.” He twisted his head around, kissed what he could reach of Klaus, which happened to be nothing but hair. Not that he minded, of course. There was a reason Dave never used his own shampoo For Men, and always went for Klaus’ strawberry-scented one. “I’m here. I’m here. I got you. Can you take a couple deep breaths for me, sweetheart?”

[crowsandmurder]

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Jax didn’t sleep anymore. He just didn’t. He didn’t go home or well, when he did, he just laid there. He couldn’t deal with what was going on his head, so he handled it the way he knew how, with violence. He’d basically started a huge war with the Chinese and he still didn’t feel much. He knew people were worried about him, but he really didn’t give a shit, if he was completely honest.  Walking into Redwoody, he stopped for a moment to watch what was currently being filmed and lit up a joint, taking a long, deep drag, when he glanced over to the bar.  He knew that some of the hangarounds well, hung around.  

He sighed. He needed something stronger.  He glanced at the bar and noticed Klaus, trying to reach behind it or something and went over. 

“So are you bartending now as well as doing..your other work? I’m thinking you’d make a shitty bartender.” 

[failedhero-archive]

[ continued from xx ] 

“Well I’m here so you might as well stop trying to get me to leave. What were you taking?” If it’s booze, they gotta go to a hospital. If it’s a benzo- they gotta go to a hospital. Those two things will kill you if you try to get off them alone. Everything else? It’s not fun to stop cold turkey but it’s possible and you won’t die.

 “Just gotta get you through the next week and you’ll be okay kiddo. You wanna stay up here while I get rid of the shit you’ve hidden around the place or do I have to tear everything up?” Dean isn’t going to just leave Klaus up in the attic to do this on his own. People don’t get sober on their own. You get help and that’s why Dean’s here. 

[whosxafraid]

Look Both Ways

Tracked from [ x ]

Distraction.

Even gods can suffer from it. 

And though he is not mortal...he is also neither a god. And distraction can happen. Though it doesn’t...hasn’t happened in many years now. At least not to the degree of not detecting a bus, that’s breaks had gone out. But regardless distracted is exactly what he is...and by the most modernly human of things to boot. His fecking phone. That has once again started a war with him about opening emails. Damn technology really. It had never worked properly for him and sometimes he wonders if it is because he is simply bad at it--or if his particular plague has something to do with it. Either way...

                 LUKA!

Green and yellow dart from the uncooperative phone, straight towards the source of his name. And everything is moving far too quickly. The bus inches from flatting the both of them. And it’s sheer instinct that happens in the spaces in between which a human could move. The phone is left to fend for itself, hand already wrapping fingers around Klaus’ sides. Intent on throwing him clear. Taking the lot of the damage and waking up in a few days hung over in whichever morgue he got shipped to this time.

But then there’s light and the bus is...hands and arms shift from their original motion. Pull Klaus around into a spin and down. Luka keeping himself between Clever and whatever the bus might try to harm him with even in it’s...current aerial status. A dozen voices all screaming and yelling at once. A second...then two and there’s a crunching screech of metal, skidding rubber, shattering glass. And the immortal’s grip on Klaus tightens. A hand for his head to bar it from harm even more. And then the world goes deathly quiet.

Instinct has Luka moving. Letting Klaus go once he’s certain he’s physically unharmed. Sharp eyes and sharper nose assessing the wreck in front of them. And while others...would have frozen as Klaus has in shock, or run to the aid of the injured or panicked because what the hell had the wee man just done?!---an old wolf knows the reality. Knows whatever had just happened--something they’ll have time to work out later--Klaus had done it. And he will be blamed. Blamed for killing innocent human beings when the truth was he’d just been protecting himself....protecting Luka. Knows---

They can’t stay here.

             “C’mon, lad. We go’ah go.”

A hand to Clever’s arm again. Pulling...tugging...trying to push the younger man along. They can’t be here. It’s not safe. Not for Klaus in the immediate and not for Luka on the chance someone that shouldn’t discovers the truth about him. And it is both reasons that have him grabbing the seance’s chin. Making the shorter look at him and not the wreckage.

             “Klaus....look o’me....”

             “Ye canna help d’em, o’roi’gh’? S’done. We go’ah go.”

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the  world  was  wide  enough  -  hamilton  

❛    - -   but  i’m  the  one  who  paid  for  it .  i  survived  but  i  paid  for  it .   ❜  /    @seanceisms   liked !