[ klaus says nothing, merely indicates with a somewhat careless expression that yes, dan, that's what he wants of you. perhaps it's for loyalty, perhaps it's not; it's all up to him to decide. klaus will simply enjoy the show, stand idly by and watch as dan weighs his options and chooses.
he chooses impressively, although klaus is wont to give him the credit. there's a surprised and satisfied gleam in his eyes, a bloodthirstiness as dan buries the stake in his thigh. the way he cries out is problematic, of course, and that's partially why klaus speeds over, kneels in front of the boy, one hand resting on his shoulder. ] Shh, shh, shh. Be quiet, be quiet.
[ his hand curls around the wood, but doesn't jostle it. he lets dan calm himself, feels the shuddering of his pain, smells the curdling of his blood.
he's terrified. klaus smirks. ] You can do better. [ with a lurch, he pulls the makeshift weapon out, covers the boy's mouth with a smothering palm. blood gushes from the wound, now unheeded. he offers it yet again. ] In your stomach now.
no subject
he chooses impressively, although klaus is wont to give him the credit. there's a surprised and satisfied gleam in his eyes, a bloodthirstiness as dan buries the stake in his thigh. the way he cries out is problematic, of course, and that's partially why klaus speeds over, kneels in front of the boy, one hand resting on his shoulder. ] Shh, shh, shh. Be quiet, be quiet.
[ his hand curls around the wood, but doesn't jostle it. he lets dan calm himself, feels the shuddering of his pain, smells the curdling of his blood.
he's terrified. klaus smirks. ] You can do better. [ with a lurch, he pulls the makeshift weapon out, covers the boy's mouth with a smothering palm. blood gushes from the wound, now unheeded. he offers it yet again. ] In your stomach now.