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Jan. 8th, 2022 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyhigh_seanceThe sound of the town waking up beneath them beats the sunrise. Klaus blinks awake, sprawled in the humid warmth in a shameless starfish. Warmer even then the air is the man sprawled beside (and kind of on top) of him. Turns out he can be devoted morning person, if mornings are like this.
He supposes that the odds of someone figuring out what he and Dave are up to on their little bouts of freedom is higher when they almost always disappear off together whenever the chance presents, but... right now he can't bring himself to care.
He's happy. Not the giddy euphoria that comes with drugs, or the grim satisfaction of knowing he managed to survive Daddy Hargreeves. No, this is just... simple. Steady.
He didn't think it could be like that.
Klaus carefully, slowly, hitches himself up on the bed. He knows Dave sleeps hard, and probably wouldn't rouse even if Klaus decided to bounce around like a jackrabbit, but... well. So he wants to be soft, so shoot him. Yes, they're in the middle of a war. Yes, they literally met while under attack. Yes, he's seen Dave fight, brutal and bloody and fierce.
But he wants to be soft, with this man. He wants to watch him sleep and feed him breakfast and give him long, lazy days full of little kindnesses. And Dave seems to want the same for him, which is still entirely mind-blowing. They've talked through long sleepless nights about the future they may not get to have - moving to the West Coast, buying some land with whatever pay they manage to dredge out of this, someplace that can just be the two of them without anyone else to question or judge.
Neither of them plan on going back to their previous lives. Klaus doesn't even hesitate. What is waiting for him back at the mansion? Judgement, scorn, unhappy ghosts, and according to Five the end of the world. Not exactly enticing. Sure, he might have a chance of escaping to Milliways, but as he's learned, that's not guaranteed.
Nah, he's staying. He's going to live here, in this time, with this man, and finally have a life worth living. Sorry not sorry, Five.
Dave stretches like a sleepy cat in his arms, and Klaus grins. He can't help himself. He boops Dave's nose, enjoying the half-awake scrunched nose that earns.
"Hey, handsome." Klaus coos, watching awareness creep across Dave's face.
"Hey yourself. Happy ten month anniversary, babe."
He supposes that the odds of someone figuring out what he and Dave are up to on their little bouts of freedom is higher when they almost always disappear off together whenever the chance presents, but... right now he can't bring himself to care.
He's happy. Not the giddy euphoria that comes with drugs, or the grim satisfaction of knowing he managed to survive Daddy Hargreeves. No, this is just... simple. Steady.
He didn't think it could be like that.
Klaus carefully, slowly, hitches himself up on the bed. He knows Dave sleeps hard, and probably wouldn't rouse even if Klaus decided to bounce around like a jackrabbit, but... well. So he wants to be soft, so shoot him. Yes, they're in the middle of a war. Yes, they literally met while under attack. Yes, he's seen Dave fight, brutal and bloody and fierce.
But he wants to be soft, with this man. He wants to watch him sleep and feed him breakfast and give him long, lazy days full of little kindnesses. And Dave seems to want the same for him, which is still entirely mind-blowing. They've talked through long sleepless nights about the future they may not get to have - moving to the West Coast, buying some land with whatever pay they manage to dredge out of this, someplace that can just be the two of them without anyone else to question or judge.
Neither of them plan on going back to their previous lives. Klaus doesn't even hesitate. What is waiting for him back at the mansion? Judgement, scorn, unhappy ghosts, and according to Five the end of the world. Not exactly enticing. Sure, he might have a chance of escaping to Milliways, but as he's learned, that's not guaranteed.
Nah, he's staying. He's going to live here, in this time, with this man, and finally have a life worth living. Sorry not sorry, Five.
Dave stretches like a sleepy cat in his arms, and Klaus grins. He can't help himself. He boops Dave's nose, enjoying the half-awake scrunched nose that earns.
"Hey, handsome." Klaus coos, watching awareness creep across Dave's face.
"Hey yourself. Happy ten month anniversary, babe."
