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five is lucky that he has a distinctive voice.

and it sits heavily on klaus's chest. for as much as their siblings complain at his shortcomings, or about the mess of a human being he is, klaus had never wanted to bring them into his messes. so he has two choices. tell five, or try to play it off. and he honestly doesn't know which one's safer.

he doesn't want to, but he does look up to check that it really is five, standing in and amongst the quite frankly, down right disgusting looking ghosts. klaus looks about as half as good as they do. he doesn't know how long he's been dead, but the blood on his shirt is still sticky.

and he's thankful for the offer of headphones, and would take them, but this isn't just the old run of the mill overwhelming feeling he sometimes gets. it's the location. eyes fall to a close again, he sits up, just enough for his elbows to rest on his knees. "i -" use your words. it's so hard to concentrate. oh my god- oh my god! - klaus, help us! - this can't be happening -

@equationsoff

--They were safe and that's all that mattered. Timeline after timeline after timeline always led to a downfall, a dangerzone of some sort. Either one was about to get shot, or the other stepped on glass particles that could lead to an infection if it weren't for some alcohol that was found to clean it off.

Wounds, blood, the chase, the run -- all of it was an endless circle of coming back to the same place over and over again. The damn subway.

The reality of every timeline dispersing, gone, done for scared the shit out of Lila and that was a thought she was too afraid to vocalize, because what if they found their home and it was too late? Her children, her family, his family, everyone just dead?

Her own thoughts were causing her to go crazy and she needed a distraction. A conversation. A game even? Whatever it is, just to rescue her from her own thoughts.

"--How'd you do it without going crazy, Five?" she asked. "I mean how did you not want to shoot yourself just so your head would stop with all these things going through your head?" she practically shouted, more so distressed with herself than him.

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. | ❛  see? you have a talent for this.  ❜ ( for the subwayyyy ) asked by @equationsoff

Diego pauses for a moment, mouth ajar as he looks around him -- surely Five isn't speaking to him...right? Narrowing his brows, he raises a hand to gesture to himself. "Wait, are you saying that to me?" He scoffs with a laugh and shakes his head. "No, no, no... If anything Five, I can't guarantee his safety if he sees me." twirling one of his knives expertly between his fingers, he puffs his chest out slightly. "Now, how about you blink yourself to the nearest bar and get yourself a drink, I can handle myself."

"Five has died." ( to klaus) @equationsoff sent in this meme.

there's a moment - only felt in seconds - where klaus' usually dramatic and excited demeanor fades. as if the news is heartbreaking and unbelievable, all at once - and maybe it is. five had a way of seeming larger than life, all of his siblings did. but the last one he would ever imagine dying was five.