#contractualklaus

[the-number-five-blog]

Veteran | Klaus and Five

@contractualklaus​ continued from x

“oh, please five, tell me all about how fucking, brave and damaged and wounded you are,” klaus throws his hands into the air. “tell me all about how you’re oh-so superior to me because,” klaus turns around on his heel, showing five the titanically nasty sneer on his face in the process. “-you ate twinkies and roadkill and drank shitty apocalypse booze for fifty years to get by!”  he advances towards five, the wrath of god glowing in his mildly inebriated eyes.

“you act like you’re on the next fucking level, like you’re the only person on earth who’s ever had to fight for anything!” his scowl curls down slightly, his brows shifting as sorrow seeps into his fury. “you’re not!” his bellowing, hoarse voice cracks slightly.

Five stood, hands in his pockets as he watched Klaus’ outburst. It was to be expected of course. His brother had seemingly gone through a lot and while he wasn’t revealing quite what happened when he opened the briefcase his current tirade added to the mounting evidence that it was a war of some kind. 

“Who said I was talking about myself?” He asked, tone calm to counter his brother’s aggression. “It seems you’re a survivor now. Of what?” 

[rolcplaycr]

@contractualklaus liked for Five

“Do you want a margarita, Klaus?” he was sitting at the bar, his old before their time eyes fixed on his other brother. He knew Klaus was supposedly sober, now - but he doubted it. The frosty mix was filling the glass in front of him, although this time, Dolores was no longer by his side. But he’d gone through several packets by now, and the slush hit much harder on a 13 year old form, so ... perhaps the alcohol was making him more accepting of the junkie.

[storiesheard]

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞ - Klaus, Contractualklaus

@contractualklaus

“ the two empty bottles here say otherwise. “ he taps one of them against the counter. “ maybe you should find better coping mechanisms. “

[ouijahands]

“You look exhausted. Bad night?” ((Five, contractualklaus))

     “I met a girl and we stole five grams of HIGH-QUALITY cocaine from a racist skinhead then got WEIRD in the back of a Buick. All in all, my evening balanced out — FINE.”

👻 NIGHTMARE - @contractualklaus

[thehorroroftentacles-blog]

“What am I to you?” - Klaus, Contractualklaus

“Well, my brother for starters. You’ll always be that. But you know, I guess you’re my best friend too. The only one that can see me.”

[travelthrough-blog]

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[storiesheard]

@contractualklaus | from here x

at klaus' flinch, five can't help but feel a little bad about his outburst.

he squints a little, finally looking up at klaus -- breath catching in his throat as the ash-covered, bloodied face comes into view. he blinks, and it's gone -- then blinks again, and it's back.

five's hands curl into fists as he grips his blankets. " ... you just... caught me at a bad time. it's fine. just go away. it's nothing, i'll get over it. "

[ouijahands]

@contractualklaus --- CONT. 

Klaus’ eyes narrowed. Either in IRRITATION or PAIN from whatever he mixed together last night. “I have thought about it, but the thought was so BORING that I almost just stopped living.” He quipped, the sarcasm rolling quite easily from his tongue.      He pulled his legs up to sit Indian style on the couch, which seemed to bring him the most comfort in any situation. “You know, I think what you’re supposed to say is ‘I’m sorry you fell off the wagon again Klaus, let me comfort you in this difficult time’.”

[storiesheard]

please come back in one piece.” - Klaus, Contractualklaus

“ i always do. “ he smirks, raising an eyebrow. “ what, do you care about me, klaus? i thought i was a huge prick. “

[storiesheard]

"would a hug make it better?" (Klaus, Contractualklaus)

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“ don’t fucking touch me. “ he snaps, scooting backwards so his back presses against the wall behind him. just his luck that someone had walked by his room when he woke up, gasping, from a nightmare.

“ just go away, klaus, jesus. “ he doesn’t look at klaus, for fear of seeing his dead face, the same as it was in the apocalypse.