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Klaus Hargreeves (quattuor) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-03-09 08:01:00

Entry tags:

diego hargreeves (netflix), klaus hargreeves (netflix)

WHO: Klaus Hargreeves (and) Diego Hargreeves.
WHAT: His arrival, which is not very chill sorry to say.
WHERE: An alley.
WHEN: March 8.
RATING: Some swearing, some Ben-shaped spoilers, end-of-season spoilers.

They'd managed to break the moon. That alone was worthy of a few moment's of silence, even as his mind raced a million thoughts at several thousand miles an hour, because fucking up so gloriously and magnificently was usually his thing. Klaus was the one who readily fucked up, and learned to roll with the blows as he whispered empty apologies and readily tried to move the fuck on with his life somehow. Not the others. They were supposed to have their shit together, but now there was a giant hole in the moon and giant ass rocks were barreling down and were going to snuff out all life on Earth, so really, who was to blame? Them? The one-eyed man? Daddy Hargreeves? Or knock-off Blossom in the sky?

Or just fucking karma?

"Oh God." Dramatically, he drew in a deep breath, hooked one finger around the waist of his pants and peeked at his dick. Still there. Good, good. Everything seemed in working order, he hadn't turned into his thirteen year old self - but for good measure, he stroked his face, and visibly relaxed when he felt a prominent three day old stubble - definitely hadn't turned into his thirteen year old self, thank God. "I vote we never do that again."

But there wasn't a chorus of anything following that statement, and he looked around, eyes still ever so slightly wide, and quickly widening in sheer panic. Panic gripped his heart. No [...] He swallowed hard, ignored his heart who was keeping time with a coffee grinder, and grabbed a fistful of dog tags. No no no no no nononononononono-

"One!" And he went down the line, barely remembering to skip his own number, almost exactly as old man Hargreeves would have done. Almost. Because he called out for Seven as well, and even uttered a much quieter, hushed Da- before he swallowed that name. But it didn't fucking matter, did it? He jerked, and let the dog tags fall against his chest. Then he clawed at thin air, where Ben should have been and where he'd been all along, through high and low. Except he wasn't.

He'd lost Ben. There was no trace of the others. And he was alone. Again. "I need a drink."

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trythingsmyway
2019-03-09 05:24 pm UTC (link)

"Of course you need a drink," Diego said with a slight slowness to his voice. He hadn't responded to Klaus calling out his number because he hadn't been fully aware at that moment. He'd come to awareness as Klaus called out Seven, and declared his need for a drink. "You always need a drink." Diego enjoyed a cold beer once in a while, maybe something a bit harder from time to time, but he didn't have a problem. He didn't need to drink. He preferred to stay sober, and in complete control, thank you very much.

Control was big with Diego. He had been drunk off his ass a few times. Times he could count on both his hands, because he didn't like how it made him feel. If he was going to do stupid shit, he was damn sure going to make a conscious choice to do those things. He'd done plenty of stupid things, and suffered the consequences. But it was his choice, full and square. He didn't have the 'but I was drunk' excuse, and didn't want it. He took responsibility for his fuck ups. Mostly.

But then he didn't see the dead. Sobriety didn't bring a litany of literal ghosts into his awareness. He couldn't even imagine what that was like for Klaus, and he didn't try to imagine it. Didn't want to. That was Klaus' special hell, and Diego was happy to let him have it. He sympathised, sure. But being sympathetic didn't mean he really understood what his brother had to deal with. He couldn't really understand it because he didn't live with it.

The only dead people he'd seen were physical dead bodies. He'd seen plenty of them, and some of them haunted his dreams, but it wasn't the same thing. Not by a long shot, and he knew it. Didn't even compare.

"Have to say, this isn't what I expected," Diego muttered, glancing around where he stood. He was a few feet from Klaus, and thinking maybe he should pull in closer. No one else seemed to be around. Where the hell were their brothers and sisters?

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quattuor
2019-03-15 12:22 am UTC (link)

Why did he need a drink? Because he was panicking. Ten months in the jungle had given him his first taste without the stalwart ghost of his deceased brother around him, but somewhere in between falling heads over heels for Dave and acclimating to life as a soldier, he hadn’t had much time to ease slowly into the idea that Ben simply wasn’t there. But he remembered the panic he’d felt exactly when he’d realized that he really wasn’t there, and not just hiding from the horrors of military life and war. It had been the same throat-squeezing, brain-breaking and heart pumping sensation he was feeling right now.

He was already a lot lonelier than when he’d started this whole ridiculous and entirely fucked up adventure. "I really, really [...]" He swallowed the rest of his words, and instead, drew in a deep breath. What the hell did Diego even drink? Mimosas? Fruity cocktails? Or was he just a whiskey man, hold the ice? Quietly sizing up his brother, he quickly decided against it. "Beer? Can we find beer? You’re a beer man, right?"

"I lost Ben." He blurted it out, unaware that phrasing it like that implied that was his fault, but it certainly felt like it. "I just got him back." He’d been sober for two days. Just a drop in the bucket compared to the lifetime of sobriety he was supposed to chase, and nothing compared to sixteen years he'd spent otherwise. Only two days since he’d suddenly been able to see Ben again. Goddamn, playing it off like nothing had happened [...] Dammit, dammit, he needed to focus. "It’s not [...] heaven. Too colorful." He was aware of at least that, or a weird Blossom knock-off would be riding a bike around these parts. "And we’re not in-country." If he never had to hold an M-16 again, it still would be too soon. "Five messed up?"

After all, he had the track record. He snapped his fingers. Cigarettes. He was going to need cigarettes as well.

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trythingsmyway
2019-03-16 02:53 pm UTC (link)

"What do you mean you lost Ben? Ben's...gone, Klaus." Was he hallucinating? He'd have to be delirious if he thought Ben was alive. He'd died a long time ago. Diego missed him as much as anyone, but he was gone. No point dwelling on it.

Diego made a face. Klaus' thoughts seemed random, all over the place. And he only heard a few of them. Whatever was going on inside his head probably resembled a three ring circus. Maybe five or six rings, really. Diego could only imagine the chaos that was Klaus' thoughts.

Diego sighed. Klaus was Klaus. There was some comfort in that. In the fact he wasn't alone. He liked Klaus. Of all his living siblings, Klaus was probably his favorite. Not that he'd want to be stuck with him in some freaking alternate reality. But better Klaus than say, Luther. Diego groaned at the thought.

What other explanation was there, except that Five fucked up? "He must have gotten the trajectory wrong." Five might be an old man, but he'd lived to his ripe old age in a different timeline. In their reality he was still a kid. And kids were notorious for fucking up. Five was no better than anyone else.

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quattuor
2019-03-17 12:16 pm UTC (link)

Klaus let out a long suffering sigh. "His ghost." Of course he knew that Ben was dead, but it had taken his siblings a long-ass to believe his claims that Ben was actually around. All those extra cups of coffee, glasses of soda, portions of waffles and eggs [...] they'd been for Ben, and [...] it was just kind of disheartening to see that they still hadn't quite caught on yet? "Why isn't he here?" Were they in a time before Ben had existed, and gone poof because he didn't exist yet? Or had he just gone poof because their other siblings had, but that still made no sense. During his highs and lows, Ben had always been right there. He and Ben were attached at the hip.

But even if it had turned into a fuck up, their little -or oldest brother stuck in a kid's body, whatever- had meant well, which was just about the only straw he could grasp at right now. In a bid to calm the fuck down, he drew in a deeper breath than his scarred lungs could manage, and coughed as a result. "Whyyyyy are we surrounded by buildings that look like." He blanked. European? English? German? "What?" And he gestured at the square, accidentally brushing against Diego's shoulder as he stepped out of the alley.

"Christ on a cracker. Look at der mist. I am a city boy," he said indignantly. "This is beyond fakakta."

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trythingsmyway
2019-03-17 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Diego didn't react to Klaus brushing his shoulder. Of all his siblings, Klaus was the one Diego didn't mind the most. Oh, he was annoying as hell. But he was Klaus. And his annoyance, somehow, got a free pass. More or less. Anyone else, Diego might have thrown a punch in response, but he didn't hit Klaus. He'd tie him up in an effort to keep him sober, but that was entirely different.

Diego looked at Klaus. Really looked at him. He looked like shit. Diego supposed he would too, if he had to deal with the dead harassing him every sober moment, and the only alternative was to stay perpetually drunk or high. Maybe their first priority should be to get Klaus a drink. Diego didn't generally support his lack of sobriety, but he'd make an exception this once. Klaus was more clear headed without the whispers of the dead in his ear. Or something.

"We need to figure out where the hell we are," Diego stated, as if this was news. As if Klaus hadn't realised that. "And go from there." Until they knew where they were, they couldn't figure out where to go. Simple logic, if a complicated process.

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