#π’π―β :β πππππ. . .β β oh god knows where.
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@theseancekid. . . πΊπ»π°ππ π·π°ππΆππ΄π΄π
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β have a drink with me. β
the instinct to refuse on principle is on the tip of his tongue. habit ; sibling asks him to do something, tells him to do something, the chances of that thing being imbecilic or otherwise disastrous grow rather exponentially. apocalyptic, even, but today, the sun is low and the sky is free of smoke and ash, shadowed instead by drowsy clouds sleepwalking among the rooftops, and instead of the manic gleam five is accustomed to trying to smother in this particular brother there is something dulled. muted. cooled and gray, like the windowpanes. five finds he can stomach this shade more easily than the other [ not a lie, technically, even if he'd gladly stomach both than neither ], though perhaps only on the condition he climb up onto the barstool beside him. β well, if you insist, β he says, grin a jagged, small thing, tempered. five hasn't turned down a drink in his fifty - eight years on this piss - pool of a planet, butβ sharp - shot eyes remain blink - less and narrowed up and down the line of klaus' sapped form up close as the man fills two glasses rather generously with liquid decidedly. . . colorful.
β are you sure you want toβ β oh, if five mapped out his words as well as his physical coordinates in time - space, maybe he'd have landed in less shit than he has. where it counted, at least even so. β y' know. β he finishes flatly, more irritated, now, with himself than his brother. grabs his glass with white knuckles.
#@theseancekid#π―β :β ππ. . .β β give me time / i must be well.#π’π―β :β πππππ. . .β β oh god knows where.#oh he is awful at this#the dissonance is too loud for him to ask a sibling after their vice with a straight face when. you know#pot kettle etc etc#he's trying though!! that's his partner in crime klaus his friend klaus :(#what timeline is this based in well. no idea but one where klaus is sad evidently :/#not that that helps narrow it down any </3#one in which five isn't caffeinated to high heaven on a mission peddle to the metal 24/7 hsdfkjs
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@bentacled. . . π±π΄π½ π·π°ππΆππ΄π΄π
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β iβve got your back, okay ? β
record / chicken - scratch, the ball - point of five's pen pooling ink on the inside of his wrist. behind it trails breadcrumbs of letters and numbers and symbols half - smeared into each other, overlapping, comprehensible only to himself, needles upon needles upon haystacks of variables penned down to skin - grainβ PAUSE. the pen trembles out another squiggle, meaningless. too telling, rather, matching the short rattle in his chest.
he lifts his head from his work and swallows it down, straightening, flattening, still. solid ; they must be solid. real. his gaze flicks to meet his long - dead brother's like a life - line thrown and caught, dear - in - headlights still, otherwise, corpse - like. the steel in him moltens at the warmth he finds there, though, something no longer brittle enough to snap ; only bend, as if to clutch at something just out of reach. β i'm gonna fix this. alright ? β he says it like a promise, but it's barely a whisper. the pen shudders again, so he buries it in his fist and turns to face ben fully, alive, alive, real. you're not gonna die again. i'm not gonna let you.
#bentacled#π―β :β ππ. . .β β give me time / i must be well.#π’π―β :β πππππ. . .β β oh god knows where.#you said healing and my brain said no <3 open wound first <33#no idea what season this is but i am imagining ben is somehow alive in whatever timeline they fled to#and yet another apocalypse kugelblitz is threatening to ruin it all again but NOT on five's watch#and especially not when ben of all siblings is offering to help him do it?#break his brain after however many apocalypses of his siblings fighting him and his plans to avert it at every turn </3
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