{Every day's another shot

[bestfuneralever]

Who: Klaus + Various
When: Month of May
Where: Solvunn + the Horizon
What: Various threads through the month
Warnings: Klaus' life lends itself to flippant references to child abuse/neglect/violence, mentioned and played out use of drugs/alcohol/other facets of addiction, mentions of death/the dead/ghosts, descriptions of depression/anxiety/panic attacks/suicidal ideation/PTSD; will clearly mark if-when it comes up.

I got high hopes lots of potential

But all I do is fuck it up

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[bestfuneralever]

Another time, not being currently swallowed whole by grief he never went through all those years ago when he tethered Ben to stay– because he's pretty sure that's what happened, anyway– he might latch onto that shared experience a little more. Maybe another time, they can revisit the idea.

"I don't want to..." he murmurs, his tone still full of misery. His fingers curl into a tight grip on his hair as he curls a little in on himself, it's an all too familiar position he finds himself in more often than not. Sometimes from a night after blackout levels of inebriation, but more often from trying to escape the ghosts. All except one, anyway.

He's wildly perceptible to all forms of mental influence, and grasping wildly at trying to not fall into a complete panic attack on the forest floor. So that tiny nudge is all it really takes, he clings to the feeling slipping into his mind. Something calmer than he is right now. Something knowing. Something... understanding in a deeper way than he can even really manage to comprehend right now.

"You don't know that... you can't know that..." but at least the words come out a little steadier this time.

[mobezon]

There's an irony to the way Louis is trying to in some way hypnotize the panic stricken man on the floor out of his funk. He's been there before, but the circumstances are wildly different, and he isn't aiming to seduce into a bite. He wouldn't do that to someone else, at least the turning part. He vowed never to have a fledging and he is going to the grave with it. Louis' gaze is unreadable at first, but then it softens immediately. He can admit when he is wrong.

"I don't. I do know it's just us here. Solvunn ain't so bad. If you need someone to lead you back to the settlement, I won't let anything happen to you." His next movement is bold, since words seem to be escalating, and with a gentle squeeze of his hands over Klaus' cheeks where he steadies his face so he can look at him, to focus on Louis alone.

"What if Ben wants you to move forward? See what the next day brings? Brothers tend to be well-meaning." Which is far too familiar and will always be a wound to Louis' failed attempts with his own brother. A sigh, then, "They should be. Come. Sit up. We'll walk out of here together."

[bestfuneralever]

"It shouldn't be..." he murmurs, something soft and a little whiny. It's been the same for so long, it's the disruption of change in something he's only now realizing he took so for granted that's wrecking him.

He's still mostly a heap of a person on the forest floor, but it's impossible not to pay attention when the other man forces his gaze toward him like that. Klaus looks a right miserable mess, but his eyes are on the man with his hands on his cheeks.

"He would, that asshole," He laughs, a brittle trill of a sound, at those words. But it's just enough to pull him just a little bit out of his own head. He pushes himself haphazardly up to his feet and takes a deep breath in. "Okay," he mumbles in half-hearted compliance to the suggestion to make their way back to the village.