if it is, perhaps klaus has found himself in some sort of hell — he cannot protest it wouldn't be a fitting punishment for the life he has led, but that does not negate his disinclination to roll over and accept the indignity of it. 'you needed this' is quite the claim, and he disagrees.
he rips out the tag and keeps it in his pocket. he wanders. he looks. he searches and observes. none are familiar until he follows his feet to a haunting forest, full of traps and the wails of the disintegrating and needy. the figure of a man weaving amongst the trees has him stopping dead in his steps.
he would know that posture, that profile, anywhere. his expression, for a moment, is stripped naked of caution and pretense. in an instant, he's a few feet ahead of marcel, eyes rounded. ) Marcel, ( his voice is full of uncertainty; hope. )
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if it is, perhaps klaus has found himself in some sort of hell — he cannot protest it wouldn't be a fitting punishment for the life he has led, but that does not negate his disinclination to roll over and accept the indignity of it. 'you needed this' is quite the claim, and he disagrees.
he rips out the tag and keeps it in his pocket. he wanders. he looks. he searches and observes. none are familiar until he follows his feet to a haunting forest, full of traps and the wails of the disintegrating and needy. the figure of a man weaving amongst the trees has him stopping dead in his steps.
he would know that posture, that profile, anywhere. his expression, for a moment, is stripped naked of caution and pretense. in an instant, he's a few feet ahead of marcel, eyes rounded. ) Marcel, ( his voice is full of uncertainty; hope. )