#twicecut

[conduitandconjurer]

"....Does it still hurt...the fingers y'lost....even though they're back in this like....continuity, timeline, whatevs. D'you think Fivey's arm still hurts?"

Klaus is both tender and unusually sedate. Contemplative.

"I mean, I know I still hurt a lotta places."

@twicecut

[untilthcyrot]

"So, you, uh, work a lot with Five? Back at the Commission?" he asked. Diego was standing at the stove, working on cooking up an omelet, but his attention kept trailing to Lila. He was fishing for something. "What was he like?" | asked by @twicecut

❝ Five was Five, ❞ she at first answered very flippantly, not paying much attention to his question as much as she was to the comic section in the newspaper. One glance up at him over the cartoons, catching him looking back at her, she figured he wanted a little more than that. So at first, Lila shrugged as she thought about the kind of person that she remembered Five to be. ❝ Five was very much a down-to-business man, a real no-nonsense character. Never said much except 'when and where'. I don't think he ever had a friend either. Kind of sad really. ❞

[idcnticxl]

@twicecut said:

"—Heyyy, hey, baby... S'okay. Go back to sleep." Diego reached behind him to pat Jenna's thigh, his voice rough with sleep. It was almost 5:30am. The world was still dark out the window and muzzy in the drifty, morning hours. "I had fun, but I gotta go." She really was pretty, though, with her golden hair fanned out around her. The temptation to climb back underneath the covers, pull her close, and fall back asleep was hard to resist. But duty called. Specifically his usual morning patrol. "Don't get up. I can find my clothes."

Jenna should really get a new mattress. One of those fancy ones that are advertized by showing a glass of wine on one side and someone jumping on the other to show that the wine doesn't spill. Maybe then Diego shifting around wouldn't wake her. It probably still would, but maybe. Despite his insistence she had already lifted her head off her pillow, pushed her hair out of her face and shaking it out.

"No... no c'mon," she said groggily, her hand reaching for Diego's arm. "At least lemme make you breakfast... coffee at least. Y'know...show my gratitude.. or whatever."

[caterva]

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Michael sat heavily. He was safe, for now, and largely thanks to the strangely dressed man beside him. Huffing softly, Michael tapped the man with loosely curled knuckles for his attention. He nodded when the man looked at him, and tapped his own chest. "Mi... kull," he said, with effort. "Michael."

[theseancekid]

@twicecut sent: "I can't believe they'd publish that."

"Yeah, good to see you too."

He gnaws at his little plastic hospital tag as they step into Diego's dingy back room apartment, but it won't budge. He'll have to borrow a knife to get the damn thing off when Diego's not looking. Of course he knew they'd have to talk about it eventually. For Christ's sake, even on the drive back home from the clinic, they'd passed at least 3 stores with the new Best Seller on display. He can imagine how desperate his brother is to outlet the rage— he'd laughed, at first, as he conjured up the mental image his brother's explosive reaction to some of this shit. Everything from childhood bedwetting to psychological abuse, laid bare and printed in black and white for the world to see. It's actually astounding, when he thinks about it, how Klaus and Diego are both framed as the poor victims of their fathers torment, and still such Grade-A assholes to their sister.

"You gotta admit...it's kinda ballsy though, right?" There's a tiny breathy laugh at the end of his words, but maybe that's simply because the gravity hasn't quite settled in yet. He's not sure it ever will, to be honest. He hopes it doesn't. Because the second it stops being funny, he knows the devastation of having his trauma on bookshelves all over the world is going to tear him apart.

Trembling hands run down the length of his face as he stares at the beat up cover with little Number Seven's face staring right back at him. He tries to focus, but it's so damn hard, there's no way to summarize the absolute shit show in his head, so all he can say is the very first thing he'd been wondering from the get go:

"D'you think Dad knows? Has anyone told him?"

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delores was right about rationing food. since the harsh winter he’d lost over half his reserves and in a petulant case of idiotic childish anger had broken a fair bit more once he’d found out. now, his stomach howled as he tried to make a single tin of just still in date beans feel like an actual meal and not just prolonging his suffering in the hell he’d jumped to. but now the spring had started the smoke and ash had lessened so he dared to move further out from his base of operations. with her, obviously. he wasn’t going to leave delores home alone when he could die at any moment. she’d want to be there. she’d said as much.

“ alright, delores. we’ve already cleared that store but maybe...maybe where i found you might have something else we didn’t find last year? ” in some part of his mind he knows it’s sad what he’s doing. but he needs delores for the communication and it beats hallucinating dead family members. she hums in agreement and he continues to pull his red wagon.

then he sees a figure. the first humanoid figure he’s seen in years. the all black stands out surrounded by the ash covered wasteland, after all. five freezes in place, eyes wide. “ he’s not there. he isn’t real. ” saying it out loud doesn’t seem to make the figure disappear. “ diego? please tell me zombies haven’t finally started to rise. i don’t want to have to bury you all again. ”

[conduitandconjurer]

#au where diego and klaus talk about the loves of their lives being shot in the chest#(possibly both by commission agents if u believe that theory)#[self placeholder];#[klaus hargreeves placeholder];

Aight >8)

[conduitandconjurer]

"I don’t care if it’s red weather warning outside, if you try and warm your icy little feet on me one more time I’m kicking you out."

"That's not ME, genius, it's my friend Ben. Not OUR Ben, or even Alternate Birdy Edgelord Ben, it's a guy from the Seneca tribe. He's been tellin' me that he died of hypothermia one winter like four centuries ago, cause of some structural issue in his longhouse! Be SENSITIVE, you PRICK! I'm givin' him yer BODY HEAT to help him HEAL from his TRAUMA!"

Klaus is trying very hard not to giggle as he reveals two blue-glowing, conjuring hands, and the faintest outline of his sheepishly smiling Third Ben, who is indeed not their brother, waves at Diego right next to him.