#fightsbck

‘ shitshitshitshitshitshit, ’ the curses come out as a hushed growl as ice starts to slide from his foot, covering the grass around him and making him stick into place. he’s been lucky so far -- fire hasn’t really gotten out of his control ( aside from when he tried to attack with fire in training and it exploded in his hand ), but he thinks it’s because he’s so used to suppressing his fire. ice, however, feels so out of his control. 

( “hey, dude, sorry for your loss,” and he looked so sympathetic and so sad and then his hand suddenly touched him and the ice just erupted and he couldn’t control it, could barely control his reactions, heard the yelp and wondered if he’d hurt kirishima, and he ran like the fucking coward he is ). 

              ❛   I        DON'T        THINK           seperatin'        from        them        was        a        smart        move          ....   ❜          

       he’s pretty sure he’s lost count of how many times he’s been to rehab. that’s the good thing, he supposes, about having a rich “father” who’s evidently intent on keeping his children alive: great insurance and a silent but firm willingness to do what needs to be done to make sure they’re well. it’s too much to hope that any of that has to do with guilt from ben’s passing--- he doubts the old man ever gave a rat’s ass about what happened to ben. the statue was more likely for show than anything else, and the painting of five... it always gave klaus the creeps. something about it made him uneasy, like he was meant to feel intimidated by it rather than upset.

       the argument he’s having seems, to most people, like it’s one-sided. perhaps a side effect of going through withdrawal ( in a way they’re not wrong ) or, perhaps, a side effect of a man losing his mind ( again... probably not wrong ). he’s walking down the hall talking to someone to his right, hands stuffed into the pockets of the comfortable, over-sized pants he’s wearing.

     EYES RISE AS THE WOMAN ENTERS, a young boy trailing her who looked rather close to lyanna’s age. they both looked a little worse for wears and it certainly was pulling at the lady’s heart strings.   “ come forward, ”   she speaks in a loud voice, that had a sense of calming to it. it was clear that the pair of them had been through something and lyanna could feel the need to do something.   “ what is your name? ” eyes go from the woman to the boy,  “ and his? ”