Do u think Ben is the only one who can say this and be semi right,,,
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I've been digging through my scrap files tonight, finding fun things. This one has zero context, and i have no idea where it's from or what fic it's supposed to be to. :)
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“Five?” Klaus said cautiously, picking his way through the bodies on the floor. “Five?” His voice was high with barely contained panic, but he still stopped dead in his tracks when Five finally looked over at them.
He didn’t look like himself. More than just how covered in blood he was, his eyes were wide and glittered in the low light, the dark splashes across his pale skin looked like gaping tears. His expression when he looked at them was wild and frightened, but in a way that felt more like a threat, a snake poised to strike.
It was more than that. He was staring at them like they were prey, just as much as the bodies around them had been. “Klaus…” Diego said in careful warning, but Klaus had gotten over the spine chilling warning in Five’s expression and started toward him again.
Klaus couldn’t die, thankfully, but Diego didn’t really want to put that on Five either. “Careful, don’t spook him.”
Five’s eyes flicked to him, lips curling up on one side in a mild snarl. His body was tense as a wire, shifting slightly as Klaus got closer. His expression smoothed out a little when Klaus finally stepped in front of him, back to the feral blankness.
“You see him too,” Klaus whispered, but his hands were moving up to Five’s face. He’d gotten so much better with touch, so much more accepting of it, so he didn’t flinch away when Klaus’s hands cupped his face.
He gasped a shallow little breath, eyes fluttering closed, and like a flood through his feet, all the tension bled out of him.
“Oh, thank fuck, you’re alive,” Klaus said, almost too softly to be heard.
“Your hands are cold,” Five said in response, muffled by the hands squeezing his cheeks.
“And you are feverishly hot right now.”
Five hummed then, the gravel in his throat turning it into a low, satisfied growl. Diego knew Five had had a little too much fun tonight, and he hoped he wouldn’t regret it later. Five was defending himself, it wasn’t his fault these idiots had poked a bear.
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