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Five hated admitting when he was injured on a mission. There was a little tally Dad kept in the training room and he was proud to say he had the lowest number. That was partially because his ability allowed him to dodge most blows but also because he managed to hide any injuries and fix them himself. Thank God he had a high pain tolerance. 

This time though he was struggling. He’d dodged a knife only for it to graze his thigh and leave quite a deep cut. He’d dealt with it at the time and had come home, sanitised it and wrapped it in a bandage but the limp was harder to hide. 

‘ klaus .. ’ she begins , letting out a sigh before she can even finish the whole sentence . she had brought her brother to a nice RESTAURANT , ordered osso buco and listened to stories and situations he’s been into that make her both ANGRY and SAD . ‘ i talked to diego last week . ’ she finally delcares , keeping it vague anyways in the hope klaus would get it on his own. ‘ we’re kinda worried --- you risked your life FOUR times this month .. ’

        klaus’  embrace  is  equal  parts  warm  and  cold,  and  she  can  feel  a  change  in  him  that  seemed  to  span  longer  than  a  change  that  could  happen  in  a  day.   his  hair  was  different,  his  figure  felt  more  built;  his  aura  had  traces  of  sadness  in  it  that  grace  couldn’t  quite  understand  or  even  guess  at  where  it  could  be  coming  from.   but  she  hugs  him  in  return  anyway,  zero  hesitation  as  her  arms  wrap  around  his  middle  and  hold  him  tight  in  hopes  that  it  could  provide  him  a  sense  of  comfort.   ❛    it’s  alright,  klaus.   you’re  alright.    ❜   she  rubs  his  back  soothingly  with  a  soft  hum.   he  could  talk  to  her  about  it  today  or  tomorrow,  or  never  if  that  was  what  he  wanted;  all  grace  wanted  right  now  was  for  him  to  feel  better.   ❛    you’re  alright.    ❜

      She hummed a disbelieving reply, fingers still working meticulously through the dark, wet curls. Every so often Fox found what she was looking for: pieces of debris, dead leaves, dirt, paper, and a few shards of broken glass. Had someone broken a bottle over his head? Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach, but she kept her expression serene, focused. 

      “Of course you are fine now.” You’re numb, she wanted to say. “I keep you from being ‘not fine’ hours from now when only way to get all this JUNK out of hair is to shave it.” It wasn’t the only reason, of course. Her tender heart would never allow her to leave when he was in such obvious need of help. “What happened anyway, did you pass out in a park?” Nimbly she extracted another dead leaf, it crumbled further beneath her touch, landing amongst the bubbles. 

@walkingouija continued from x

  ‘ awe, a compliment from the astounding number five! alert the presses, this is bigger news than kim k’s sex tape! ’ a toothy grin is sent his way, eyes bright with the fleeting moments of sobriety seeping into his system; focusing on the younger (looking) man with clear amusement. the insult, as it was surely intended to be, rolled off his back. it wouldn’t be the first time one of his siblings made such a comment, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time he heard it from five.

positivity !      ⇢         @walkingouija

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