Sideblog for everything except ROTE and TWD

Hey, about some of the stuff I said earlier, I just… It’s fine, it’s okay. No, just… It’s not okay. Eddie… He saved your life. Our lives. And I know what he meant to you. I can’t even imagine how hard it’s been. But instead of just being there for you, I just… Well, I got angry about it. I guess I got angry because things were different. 

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence for the room. 

“They’re right.” I look around for the owner of the voice.

Dave was... such a normal fucking person.

And someone who isn't close to him would think that Klaus, being very dramatic and extravagant himself wouldn't get together with someone like Dave

But I think it's perfect actually

They have been dehumanized as children, they were given numbers instead of names, they weren't kids, they were soldiers.

They were never loved

So he grew up thinking he can't be loved, he isn't worthy of love or both (he sure doesn't love himself) and tries to fill the void with alcohol, drugs and sex

But it never leads to happiness

And in here comes Dave.

He's a Texas boy who worked at a DIY shop, favourite food is a burger with two pickles, favourite book is Dune and he has always felt like an outsider in his own family

He wasn't some great scientist, wasn't part of an elite group, didn't have magical powers. Even his reason for enlisting is because there was this pressure because his uncle and dad had already served

But suddenly this man just appears and he is wholeheartedly himself, does things, says things without any rhyme or reason. And Dave feels free

And Dave looks at Klaus with the utmost adoration, desire, devotion, like he hung the stars and painted the night black, like he was the reflection of the moon on the lake.

He showed Klaus what it's like to be loved. That he can be loved. Klaus loved Dave.

And Klaus knew that Dave loved him.

Screaming

Sobbing

Biting the walls