Re: Under the trees: Elijah/Klaus
Klaus flapped his hands slightly, unable to work out what he was supposed to be doing. He had no idea what Elijah was saying, or implying. He had no idea what to do. So he wrapped his arms around himself, cold from the lack of drugs in his system, waiting for the ghosts to come and whatever repercussion there might be from whatever just happened.
"It's the only thing that works," he snapped. "It's the only thing that keeps the ghosts away. It's the only thing that stops them- and I don't know why, but it does." Klaus twitched, looking around fearfully, anticipating their arrival. "You have no idea- no idea- and you're judging me? You want to see dead people everywhere, screaming at you for help? You want to see how they all died? All the bloating and the bleeding and the deformities? And the screaming. Just constantly over and over-"
Klaus crouched, hating how vivid everything was without the drugs. Hating everything. Including Elijah. "Why did you do this to me?"