Re: Under the trees: Elijah/Klaus
The man's ghosts sounded horrible. If he thought about it, and generally Elijah did not, it was much safer not to think about other people's problems, the thought of something or someone lurking was enough to slide ice the length of his spine with a shudder inelegant and forceful. He didn't know if the man was drugged, he didn't know if he was lost.
"Not angry," Elijah blinked disconcerted back in Klaus's direction. "What is there to be angry for? People? People will people, they like this, the twining, the talking, the kissing, the drinking. Can't be angry at people for this." There was a touch, just a little, of something like wistful in his voice. Madness was complicated. Elijah was terrified of it, it was like quicksand to drag you in and under. But the man sounded anchored, weighed down by the impossible and scared.
Carefully - very carefully - Elijah's hand uncurled. It was ridiculous.Never risk self for other people, never ever ever, but he held out fingertips in Klaus's direction. Didn't need to find out if the ghosts had gone. "They're not here." He knew. Dampened them out of existence. It was rare people liked switching off.