[ she need not say another word nor endure another moment; she is in his embrace and that is where she'll stay until they reach his room in a gust of movement and the blink of an eye. even as he does he knows he'll be back: he will make this disappear for her. he will clean up the pieces and tuck them away and when the mirror reappears, he will cover it knowing it is all he can do.
for now he quells the trumpets of alarm and terror in his heart. he quiets them with ease only practiced by imperative: to take care of her. to be there for her. klaus gently extracts himself from her, only enough to guide her to sit on his bed, and then reaches for the bourbon on his end table. he hands it to her, knowing if nothing else it will soothe her nerves, and lowers to kneel before her.
(his touch never leaves her. his palm stays at her neck, his finger move down her shoulder, and now his hands rest on her thighs.)
he's here, kind and worried eyes searching and trained on her face. ]
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for now he quells the trumpets of alarm and terror in his heart. he quiets them with ease only practiced by imperative: to take care of her. to be there for her. klaus gently extracts himself from her, only enough to guide her to sit on his bed, and then reaches for the bourbon on his end table. he hands it to her, knowing if nothing else it will soothe her nerves, and lowers to kneel before her.
(his touch never leaves her. his palm stays at her neck, his finger move down her shoulder, and now his hands rest on her thighs.)
he's here, kind and worried eyes searching and trained on her face. ]