Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ėā*Ā°ā¢.Ā Ā Ā Timeline Ā was bashing Ā over Ā their head Ā with Ā a frying Ā pan Ā and laughing Ā in Ā their faces Ā ā Ā its Ā onslaught Ā never ceasing Ā to Ā impress // Ā luck Ā an Ā enemy Ā theyād made Ā since Ā birth ā. Ā Every Ā single attempt Ā meeting Ā with a Ā horrible Ā ššššš¦š£š ā Ā day Ā after day Ā getting Ā closer and Ā closer Ā to Ā ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½. Ā Every plan, Ā every Ā idea, every Ā sight Ā of potential Ā victory Ā burning to Ā ashes, Ā ebbing away Ā into Ā nothingness. Respite Ā a Ā rather uncaught Ā dream: Ā for he Ā couldnāt Ā retrace his Ā tracks. Ā He Ā couldnāt make this Ā totally Ā right. Many Ā variables Ā had been Ā added, Ā many parameters Ā had Ā been Ā altered: Ā it was Ā a Ā bright new Ā system Ā of billions Ā of Ā equations to Ā which Ā no miraculous Ā calculator Ā could offer Ā a Ā solution.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā But Ā maybe Ā this Ā was the Ā ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ ļ½: Ā the fact Ā the Ā variables outnumbered Ā the Ā equations. The Ā fact Ā a solution Ā šš š¦ššš'š„Ā exist. The Ā fact Ā his methods Ā were Ā fruitless and Ā pieces Ā of the Ā puzzle Ā were missing. Ā For Ā they were Ā residing Ā in a Ā house Ā cold and Ā strange. Ā With people Ā whose Ā motives were Ā still Ā uncertain. Ā Few days Ā in Ā the Ā Academy Ā had they Ā offered Ā ā Ā why ? Ā Why Ā wouldāve Reginald Ā allowed Ā them to Ā stay Ā ? Ā ā. Ā The Ā two Academies Ā sharing Ā the same Ā house. Ā All Ā just Ā ready to Ā kill Ā each other Ā in Ā their sleep.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā It Ā was Ā a Ā ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ Ā Ā that caught Ā his Ā attention. It Ā was Ā late ā Ā too Ā late // Ā perfect Ā time to Ā just Ā sit Ā and think Ā // Ā no distractions Ā here Ā and there, Ā murmurs Ā and weird Ā looks Ā ā. A Ā perfect Ā moment for Ā a Ā drink to Ā be Ā poured, for Ā his Ā brain to Ā finally Ā stay quiet Ā and Ā cooperate ā Ā escape Ā from that Ā outpouring Ā ofĀ anxiety,Ā thatĀ panicĀ // Ā for Ā so many Ā problems Ā had cropped Ā up , Ā so many Ā new Ā issues ā. Ā All Ā heralds of destruction. Ā But Ā of course, Ā thereād Ā been a Ā noise. Ā Of course, Ā just Ā a moment Ā before Ā the bottle Ā could Ā be taken, Ā a Ā noise wouldāve Ā justā¦ Ā ruined it Ā all. Ā And at Ā that Ā moment? In Ā that Ā very unusual Ā and Ā complicated case? Ā He Ā was Ā just Ā glad the Ā noise Ā had come Ā from Ā KlausĀ andĀ nobodyĀ else.Ā LastĀ thingĀ heĀ neededĀ wasĀ toĀ ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ Ā withĀ thoseĀ people. ā Hard Ā time Ā fallingĀ asleepĀ ? ā
ź±į“į“Źį“į“Ź ź°į“Ź: @ghostconjuredāā
LOSS WAS SOMETHING THAT MOST WOULD EXPECT Klaus not to be familiar with - after all, what would a medium know of loss? Sure, it wasnāt the same, being able to see the dead and having all your loved ones alive. Ghosts were incapable of growing and changing with the living, incapable of being a part of oneās life as the living were, all by the sheer fact that they were not, in fact, alive. They could follow him, they could watch him, they could advise him, but they were limited in their involvement, things could never be as they were before they died.
And yet it still changed things. How could it not, when it meant that he never had to say goodbye?
But he did. He lost Five when they were both thirteen. He lost Dave in Vietnam. And then, finally, after seventeen years, heād lost Ben. It was something that always had to happen, and something that, for the sake of their relationship and their happiness, should likely have happened a long time before it did, but it still hurt. Finding that this version of the Academy had their own Ben, someone who looked just like him, who at his core was likely very much like Ben, but who was so different from him... it hurt. It was a slap in face, a constant reminder of his absence, and somehow, it felt like some kind of disrespect towards the Ben thad he had known.
So yes, it hurt, and sleep, which had never come easily to him, became even more difficult. It certainly didnāt help that the Sparrow Academy somehow managed to attract more ghosts than they ever had, either, and alcohol did very little to keep them away.
A sigh escaped his lips as he moved to take a seat, one hand outstretched in a silent request for the bottle.Ā āOh, you could say that. This house is loud.ā He shook his head, eyes wandering over a curious group of ghosts that was gathering to watch them.Ā āHow about you? Still working on all your equations?ā
