Look Both Ways
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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.”