#fourthjunkie

❛     YOU  DO  UNDERSTAND  that  touching  my  knives  is  a  death  wish  ,  right  ?     ❜         his  gaze  is  deadpan  as  he  eyes   him.        ❛      give  it  back.      now.      ❜

Vanya couldn’t tell why she was up so early, but her mind kept racing and she couldn’t turn it off. Eventually, she thought fuck it and got up. The big house was too quiet, but Vanya decided to take advantage of the silence. Meandering her way through the halls, she found herself at the books in the main living room. Digging through the shelves, she found a book that she took with her to one of the chairs where she curled up, letting herself get lost in the pages. It wasn’t before long that her stomach started to growl, alerting her to how hungry she was. Dutifully marking the her spot, Vanya shuffled off to the kitchen in search of breakfast. Dawn had broke moments before, but figuring she was the only one awake, the woman opted to make a small meal of pancakes and eggs. She found sausage as she dug around in the fridge and added that, too.  As she finished up, there was a muffled noise coming her direction from down the hall. Pausing, she listened and sighed when she recognized the noise as one of her siblings. Without looking at who it was, she called “I have some breakfast ready, if you’re hungry.” Reaching back into the refrigerator, Vanya pulled out her ingredients once more. “It’s fresh, too, so get it while you can.” 

OFFICIALLY ,  there  was  no  reason  for  him  to  be  at  the  hargreeve’s  estate .    no  current  ties  to  the  numbers  he  once  watched  over ,  nor  any  employment  from  reginald  in  the  years  since  his  graduation .    yet  the  news  of  the  man’s  death  had  brought  him  back  to  the  doorstep ,  and  it  was  by  pogo’s  KINDNESS  that  he  was  allowed  in .    it  had  been  so long ,  and  yet  the  manor  existed  as  if  time  stood  still .    as  familiar  as  it  was  HAUNTING ,  edwyn  came  only  to  express  sympathies ,  knowing  it  was  not  his  place  to  attend  the  funeral  once  the  others  arrived .    his  feet  were  carrying  him  around  the  manor ,  in  search  of  pogo  to  say  he was  departing ,  when  edwyn  noticed  one  of  the  others .    though  years  had  passed ,  he  HOPED  he  could  still recognize  them ,  even  if  they  didn’t  recognize  him .    “    klaus ?    ”

         ❝ yeah— ❞ he challenged, staring five down with a sharp gaze. klaus refused to break eye contact as he crammed half of the treat into his mouth at once. obnoxious and childish, he started chewing with his mouth open, jaw lax, lips smacking together as he ate.          ❝—wha’ you gonna do abou’ it? ❞ 

He doesn’t know a side to Klaus that is terrible.  Each action a person takes is dictated by another factor.  It’s never cut and dry.   Good or bad.    War shows a person who they are.   Does following the call of duty make him an accomplice to death and devastation?  Dave would be the terrible one.  The enabler.  The type of man who just follows orders.  He doesn’t do anything but exist. Maybe that could be enough?  “Don’t get... too less terrible.   I like you just the way you are.”  Dave responds in a low voice.   Being vulnerable is still difficult for him.  The masculine influences in his life have repeating mantras rotating though his mind.  Be a man.   He is the terrible one and Klaus is the one who makes him a better person. 

   love  was  so  painful.   it  always  had  been  and  sometimes  he had  the creeping  suspicion it  always would  be.   the  love he had  for klaus  --  which  he felt intensely  every day  but rarely  acknowledged it  with  internal  words  without  becoming  terribly agonized  --    was  like  a  thorny  rose.   so  beautiful  but  god,  every  time  he  even  came close to  touching on it ,  he  reared  back  and  clutched   his bleeding  palm.    the  dance  they were doing was  on  a  floor   made  of  nails,    and  sometimes  dave  came  close to  saying  fuck  it  and  diving in   ...    but  that  just  wasn’t  his  nature.   so  he continued  to  dance ...   klaus,   too  ...   hoping  all at  once that  something would  and  wouldn’t  happen.