TO MOVE WITH ONES MIND

It feels rude to lay back down. But there’s no strength left in Luther’s body to fight against Sophie’s gentle pushing. And the bed is so welcoming. Almost as soon as his head hits the pillows, his eyelids flutter close. He thinks it would be so easy to fall asleep right now. Maybe he’d be lucky enough not to wake up.

That feels rude, too. Or selfish, at least. He needs to be here for her. It’s one thing for him to be left alone in this house with Dad But it’s another, darker thing entirely to let Sophie be here all alone. She’s too soft and kind. She’ll break if Dad has his way. As much as Luther might crack, might bend under the force of everything, he doesn’t break. Not really.

He forces himself to open his eyes again and look at Sophie. “Got it,”  he agrees softly. He offers her a small smile back. Awkward and lopsided. His bruised cheek aches but he doesn’t let that deter him from trying to rebuild the facade that he’s okay. Everything’s okay. She doesn’t need to worry about him.

Once he lays back down, Sophie relaxes. Her smile GROWS with the slumping of his shoulders and for a moment she allows him to rest. He did NEED it after all. But as his eyes flicker open a moment later and he AGREES that she’s not going anywhere, her eyes TEAR UP unexpectedly and a frown replaces her once easy smile. Yes, SHE HATED to see him this way, but that didn’t require tears. So why was she so close to crying all of a SUDDEN? Then it hit her                  the sadness that overwhelmed her, wasn’t her own. Not solely at least. A single hand rose to dab at the corners of her eyes and with a sigh she lifted herself from the perch she had found on the edge of his bed. 

She wasn’t going to leave him alone, but she couldn’t just SIT there and cry because what he was feeling internally was too much to handle. The blonde sighed softly and walked towards his bedroom door. With a gentle press, the door was LOCKED and for a single moment she felt safely tucked away within the large house. Reginald surely wouldn’t have come to check on him anyways, but she didn’t want to take any chances. The LAST thing he needed was the father that sent him on the suicide mission in the first place. Once secure in the fact that they were alone, the young woman made her way back towards his bed. But not wanting to INTRUDE on his space any further than she had already, she forced the chair that was tucked in the corner of his room to move. 

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[Ben looked up at her voice, even while Klaus continued to rummage through the refrigerator for blending purposes. Honestly? He felt bad for her. In fact, he even felt guilty. To think, he was dead but still felt largely responsible. For once, Luther and Diego agreed on something: Sophie would not be allowed to replace Ben. Yet, she had not asked to replace him. It wasn’t her fault Reginald put her in Ben’s old room and framed it that way. She couldn’t help that Reginald found her impressive; she couldn’t know the fact that this frustrated most of them. How long they strove for such compliments to no avail, yet how easily they came to her. It was almost like their father was trying to alienate her.]

Klaus didn’t even glance up when she said his name. He had nothing against her, but Luther did not need to pin him to the wall a second time to make his point. They called his claim disrespectful, but he hadn’t been trying to be funny. Ben really was right there! He’d really done it. Perhaps if he hadn’t been kind of high when he tried to tell them, his brothers would have been more receptive. Cross-fading did him wonders, though; he always managed peaceful sleep if he didn’t overdo it and feel too nauseous. Klaus decided on his blendables: an avocado, a plate of left over waffles, ketchup, a slice of blueberry pie, leftover chicken, chocolate sauce, and some pickles. He placed these items on the counter, closed the refrigerator, and began to seek out the blender. He wasn’t exactly certain where it was, but they must have one. 

[Ben sighed softly as Klaus ignored her, moving to the archway and popping his head through a couple walls even though the action made him uncomfortable. Ben knew he was dead, but he didn’t particularly enjoy feeling dead, “…Klaus, no one’s around. Just say hi to her.”] Klaus’s movements slowed.

To Klaus, she wasn’t replacing Ben. For him, Ben was right here telling him to talk to her. He also wasn’t jealous of her. Their father called him his greatest disappointment directly to his face; Klaus would never attain his approval. That was so far out of reach that he’d stopped trying before Ben even passed away. They were all better than him, so what difference did it make that she was too? He trusted Ben, and Klaus had just lied to him and kept dwelling on how he might have kept his brother from the light just to watch Klaus drink. He kind of owed him, right? He would talk to her, “Hi, Sophie.” Besides, she was the only living sibling, if he could consider her one, that Klaus didn’t already owe money.

A SMILE flickered across her features - but as quickly as it had appeared, it faded away. She felt GUILTY for smiling. For enjoying a day, a moment, a second. Her parents were DEAD and they were never coming back. And she had the audacity to feel happy? The guilt weighed heavily on her chest and honestly even if she hadn’t been placed next to Klaus in the evening and kept awake with HIS emotions, her own would have surely done the trick. Reginald called himself her new father. He called his ‘children’ her siblings - but she didn’t want that. She didn’t WANT a new family. She have loved the one that she had. But she had needed a place to go, and he had taken her in. So could she lash out in such a regard and deny him the title? Perhaps, but so far she hadn’t done anything of the sort. 

❝Hi.❞ The single word was soft, but feeling as though he was ACCEPTING her into his space, she inched in. At first, she made her way JUST inside the door way, but as she watched him rummaging, and noticed the random pieces of food on the counter she couldn’t help but feel curious. Eyebrows knitted together and she soon found herself coming closer. And with this new proximity she could feel his anxiety. His GUILT, but for what, she didn’t know. The internal question made her brows furrow even further together, but instead of voicing those concerns she focused in on something else. After all - it was RUDE to intrude into peoples minds. Even done so as adjacently as she was capable. Even done so ACCIDENTALLY.