The way that one, single word rips out of her, like the worst kind of swear, like it burned her throat on its way out of her mouth, is whip-crack sharp and makes Klaus jump. Not out of fear so much as surprise. She's still so... angry. And who could blame her, after everything she's been through?
But it's that question that follows that makes it feel like she just reached into his chest and put pressure fractures in his heart. "What? No. Nonono, V," he shakes his head, everything about his demeanor crumbling, not in fear but desperation and pain. That she would think that's how he meant it. That he would still do that to her after all of this. After he stood there, begging the rest of his siblings to just talk to her as she stood in that stupid fucking chamber, silent screams and banging on the glass, begging for her siblings to, just once, really hear her.
His words trip out of his mouth almost faster than he can process them because he just wants her to understand. "That's not what I meant. That's not what I meant at all," he's on his knees on the piano bench, reaching to cradle her face between both of his hands. If she throws him across the room, if she lances him open, if she does whatever she wants to, to him, he doesn't care. She just needs to hear him, to understand what he's really saying.
"I'm not scared of you," he shakes his head. "I'm not. You're my sister. And I know I have sucked royally at being your brother, but I swear, I swear, Vanya," He's still holding her face, but now his forehead is against hers, tears rolling free down his cheeks as his voice drops quiet as a whisper. "I'm gonna do it better this time."
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Date: 2019-03-20 04:24 am (UTC)But it's that question that follows that makes it feel like she just reached into his chest and put pressure fractures in his heart. "What? No. Nonono, V," he shakes his head, everything about his demeanor crumbling, not in fear but desperation and pain. That she would think that's how he meant it. That he would still do that to her after all of this. After he stood there, begging the rest of his siblings to just talk to her as she stood in that stupid fucking chamber, silent screams and banging on the glass, begging for her siblings to, just once, really hear her.
His words trip out of his mouth almost faster than he can process them because he just wants her to understand. "That's not what I meant. That's not what I meant at all," he's on his knees on the piano bench, reaching to cradle her face between both of his hands. If she throws him across the room, if she lances him open, if she does whatever she wants to, to him, he doesn't care. She just needs to hear him, to understand what he's really saying.
"I'm not scared of you," he shakes his head. "I'm not. You're my sister. And I know I have sucked royally at being your brother, but I swear, I swear, Vanya," He's still holding her face, but now his forehead is against hers, tears rolling free down his cheeks as his voice drops quiet as a whisper. "I'm gonna do it better this time."