[and for once in his life, klaus stays quiet, sitting on the mattress with his legs crossed, elbows on his knees and cheeks in his palms. he's not sure what to expect when it comes to magic like this, but it's definitely nothing like he's ever seen before.
vivid, dark-ringed eyes stay locked on quentin's hands, watching every single bend of his fingers, the twist of his wrists – putting them to memory for later, despite the fact he doesn't know why he's trying to remember – then his roommate is speaking a different language, which derails his whole train of thought. something doesn't feel right about this.] Quentin?
[but his voice sounds much quieter than he thought it would, even more-so when the abrupt wind begins whipping around the room. klaus adjusts on the bed, shifts up onto his knees and cups both hands over his face, fingers pressing tighter over his ears as the sudden ringing begins to grow, louder and louder until he can hardly stand it--]
Don't be stupid, I'm not leaving you here!
[even when the lights start flickering, he holds firm in his position on the bed, working through the pain enough to grasp the lip of the upper-bunk and reach his other hand out as far as he can manage, stretching toward quentin's shoulder.] Quentin—!
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vivid, dark-ringed eyes stay locked on quentin's hands, watching every single bend of his fingers, the twist of his wrists – putting them to memory for later, despite the fact he doesn't know why he's trying to remember – then his roommate is speaking a different language, which derails his whole train of thought. something doesn't feel right about this.] Quentin?
[but his voice sounds much quieter than he thought it would, even more-so when the abrupt wind begins whipping around the room. klaus adjusts on the bed, shifts up onto his knees and cups both hands over his face, fingers pressing tighter over his ears as the sudden ringing begins to grow, louder and louder until he can hardly stand it--]
Don't be stupid, I'm not leaving you here!
[even when the lights start flickering, he holds firm in his position on the bed, working through the pain enough to grasp the lip of the upper-bunk and reach his other hand out as far as he can manage, stretching toward quentin's shoulder.] Quentin—!