[ Klaus is naturally a very touchy person--Quentin is used to it, but it's more welcome than ever. He finds himself leaning into it, just slightly, despite his mind yelling at him that he doesn't deserve it. Maybe Klaus has the power to not only see ghosts, but to just make people feel better. ]
I know it isn't.
[ That phrase is a silent thank you, unsaid because in a weird way, Quentin's scared to say it out loud to Klaus. He's not scared to say it to anyone else--he's broken, and he's been fairly open about it. Maybe it's because Klaus is something else. Someone else. ]
Secret?
[ He's curious, and a distraction is always good. ]
[touching people means he can actually feel that they're there; it means he isn't questioning who is and isn't a ghost, even though the latter usually come to him covered in blood and littered with fatal injuries. what makes ben the exception, huh? someone explain that one to him.
making them feel better though, that's... something he'd be able to get behind.]
Nerd, [klaus teases again, reaching to brush quentin's hair aside a second time.] But yeah, super special, totally top secret.
Check it out. [then he withdraws and slides back somewhat, putting about an arms-length distance between them so he can hold his hands out. his sleep-aid has mostly faded now, giving way to the slightest surge of energy, which should be just enough if he focuses--
he exhales, shuts his eyes, performs a few poppers coupled by another finger-tut or two and then bam— okay, well, it doesn't happen immediately, but after he opens his eyes and gives his hands a shake, sparks shower from his fingertips, brilliant as jade green stones.] Holy hell, it— it worked, haha!
[ Yeah, he's a nerd. It sits well with him, so much that his next smile is just a little more genuine, and curiosity eventually draws away from his self-loathing. There's something to be said for distractions, and Klaus is very, very good at that.
'Totally top secret' really cinches the deal, and Quentin loves that little spike of his mind, that part that craves childlike curiousity.
What Klaus does goes beyond that. Quentin's about to ask why he is when there's a flash and a familiar sound and Quentin gasps, watching as brilliant sparks dance on Klaus' fingertips, entranced, enthralled at the other's fingers. ]
I know, right? It just kind of... happened? When I was reading earlier today.
[following a brief wiggle of his fingers again, klaus teeters his hands, shrugs his shoulders and hovers his hello hand between them.] I'd thought about trying again when I was sober earlier – for shits and giggles, you know? – though when I did the tutting, those sparks showed up, so I wanted to try something else.
[another twist of his wrists then he's holding his arms up, performing a slightly more complicated series of gestures, his eyes slipping shut the longer he goes-- then he rolls his hands and upturns his palms, fingertips glowing the faintest shade of blue.]
It's a stupid little party trick, but I mean... [klaus offers the most sheepish shrug he can manage, squeezes his hands closed so the light fades away while he redirects his attention back to quentin.] Maybe I'm not totally hopeless?
[ Quentin has forgotten how to breathe. He's marveling at Klaus, frets and worries forgotten, and he carefully watches the other, scooting just a little bit closer so their knees all but bump. ]
--Holy shit.
[ It's beginner hedge witch level, sure, but Quentin is absolutely beaming now, worries as forgotten as the air for a brief moment. ]
You never were, I just--I guess I haven't been teaching you right, this--
[ He dissolves into laughter, reaching over to bear hug the other as tightly as he can. ]
[he instantly looks toward their knees after quentin shimmies within reach, tipping his head with contemplation before lifting his gaze right back up at the expletive and the comment that's subsequent to it.]
What? No, you were totally teaching me right, Q. It's because— [at first, he's cut off because of how radiantly quentin's smiling, his own lips curving at the edges as well, but the moment his friend moves to embrace him, his brain momentarily blank screens.]
I, ah... hah. [then he's laughing as well, cinching his arms around quentin's middle and tugging him in until their legs are even closer, his face dropping into the curve of the other male's neck.
he can't help himself-- q's so thrilled about it and he's a solid, warm reassurance in his hold that makes him feel like he can do anything. his arms gently squeeze, one hand reaching to touch quentin's cheek on the opposite side of where he's leaning, the pad of his thumb ghosting across his chin.]
I'm like, ninety-nine point nine percent positive it's because I've been high. So, it wasn't you, okay? I just. Need you to know that has nothing to do with you.
[despite the medications he'd been slipping him anyway, but klaus refuses to let him feel bad about something he should've controlled, not quentin.]
[ Quentin's still breathless, still in awe, but mostly he's just proud. There's a moment where all Quentin can do is smile, still taken aback, and manages to form a coherent sentence. ]
That means you can do so--so much more, you--God, you probably would have gotten into the same University as I got into... Maybe it exists here.
[klaus doesn't seem to mind staying exactly the way they are, grinning a little wider as he feels quentin's mouth curving beneath his thumb-- until his friend mentioning a university has him drawing back.]
Wait, are you talking about some magical Hogwarts kinda shit? Oh, my God— [okay, so, it's not the best comparison, but.]
[ It does sound weird, but Quentin's sort of used to it. ] How do you think I learned magic? I thought my coin tricks was just normal slight of hand, but it turned out I was actually making things disappear. Didn't figure that out until a few years ago, and now....
[ He shrugs. ]
I'm gonna get you to Brakebills, Klaus. If it exists here.
Hmmm. So, a magical school where you can party? Even better.
I don't know! I figured you were born with it and had someone help you out along the way. Never thought about those kinda details. [beat] Until now, obviously! Now I'm wanting to know everything.
[he clasps both of quentin's shoulders, gives him the gentlest shake, nudges their foreheads together again then withdraws and props an elbow up in his hand, cheek settling on the opposite fist.] If it does, let's worry about getting you there first, alright? Then we'll get my ass enrolled afterward.
[ Quentin can't help but nod along to the other-it makes sense he'd think that. From what little Quentin actually knows about the world here and Klaus in general, he doesn't seem to be the type that has had a stable, structured home life where his powers could flourish.
Or maybe Quentin is just wrong. Still, their foreheads touch and it's beautiful, and then Klaus is invading his personal space and Quentin doesn't mind a single bit. ]
[ha...haha... reginald hargreeves providing a stable home life for his adoptive children? that'd be one of the best jokes he's ever heard! if it could, you know, actually be some kind of joke that wouldn't be sick and twisted in its own way.
good thing klaus'd already clenched his hands back when he did or else his confused response might've seemed harsher than he means.] What for? Urk.
I mean— [he winces, displeased with his ability to somehow make everything awkward,] —you're welcome, yeah, but I'm not sure why you're thanking me?
[which isn't any less clumsy, but he tried, and trying is what matters.]
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I know it isn't.
[ That phrase is a silent thank you, unsaid because in a weird way, Quentin's scared to say it out loud to Klaus. He's not scared to say it to anyone else--he's broken, and he's been fairly open about it. Maybe it's because Klaus is something else. Someone else. ]
Secret?
[ He's curious, and a distraction is always good. ]
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making them feel better though, that's... something he'd be able to get behind.]
Nerd, [klaus teases again, reaching to brush quentin's hair aside a second time.] But yeah, super special, totally top secret.
Check it out. [then he withdraws and slides back somewhat, putting about an arms-length distance between them so he can hold his hands out. his sleep-aid has mostly faded now, giving way to the slightest surge of energy, which should be just enough if he focuses--
he exhales, shuts his eyes, performs a few poppers coupled by another finger-tut or two and then bam— okay, well, it doesn't happen immediately, but after he opens his eyes and gives his hands a shake, sparks shower from his fingertips, brilliant as jade green stones.] Holy hell, it— it worked, haha!
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'Totally top secret' really cinches the deal, and Quentin loves that little spike of his mind, that part that craves childlike curiousity.
What Klaus does goes beyond that. Quentin's about to ask why he is when there's a flash and a familiar sound and Quentin gasps, watching as brilliant sparks dance on Klaus' fingertips, entranced, enthralled at the other's fingers. ]
Klaus...
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[following a brief wiggle of his fingers again, klaus teeters his hands, shrugs his shoulders and hovers his hello hand between them.] I'd thought about trying again when I was sober earlier – for shits and giggles, you know? – though when I did the tutting, those sparks showed up, so I wanted to try something else.
[another twist of his wrists then he's holding his arms up, performing a slightly more complicated series of gestures, his eyes slipping shut the longer he goes-- then he rolls his hands and upturns his palms, fingertips glowing the faintest shade of blue.]
It's a stupid little party trick, but I mean... [klaus offers the most sheepish shrug he can manage, squeezes his hands closed so the light fades away while he redirects his attention back to quentin.] Maybe I'm not totally hopeless?
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[ Quentin has forgotten how to breathe. He's marveling at Klaus, frets and worries forgotten, and he carefully watches the other, scooting just a little bit closer so their knees all but bump. ]
--Holy shit.
[ It's beginner hedge witch level, sure, but Quentin is absolutely beaming now, worries as forgotten as the air for a brief moment. ]
You never were, I just--I guess I haven't been teaching you right, this--
[ He dissolves into laughter, reaching over to bear hug the other as tightly as he can. ]
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What? No, you were totally teaching me right, Q. It's because— [at first, he's cut off because of how radiantly quentin's smiling, his own lips curving at the edges as well, but the moment his friend moves to embrace him, his brain momentarily blank screens.]
I, ah... hah. [then he's laughing as well, cinching his arms around quentin's middle and tugging him in until their legs are even closer, his face dropping into the curve of the other male's neck.
he can't help himself-- q's so thrilled about it and he's a solid, warm reassurance in his hold that makes him feel like he can do anything. his arms gently squeeze, one hand reaching to touch quentin's cheek on the opposite side of where he's leaning, the pad of his thumb ghosting across his chin.]
I'm like, ninety-nine point nine percent positive it's because I've been high. So, it wasn't you, okay? I just. Need you to know that has nothing to do with you.
[despite the medications he'd been slipping him anyway, but klaus refuses to let him feel bad about something he should've controlled, not quentin.]
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That means you can do so--so much more, you--God, you probably would have gotten into the same University as I got into... Maybe it exists here.
Maybe we just have to look.
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Wait, are you talking about some magical Hogwarts kinda shit? Oh, my God— [okay, so, it's not the best comparison, but.]
...what's it called?
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[ It does sound weird, but Quentin's sort of used to it. ] How do you think I learned magic? I thought my coin tricks was just normal slight of hand, but it turned out I was actually making things disappear. Didn't figure that out until a few years ago, and now....
[ He shrugs. ]
I'm gonna get you to Brakebills, Klaus. If it exists here.
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I don't know! I figured you were born with it and had someone help you out along the way. Never thought about those kinda details. [beat] Until now, obviously! Now I'm wanting to know everything.
[he clasps both of quentin's shoulders, gives him the gentlest shake, nudges their foreheads together again then withdraws and props an elbow up in his hand, cheek settling on the opposite fist.] If it does, let's worry about getting you there first, alright? Then we'll get my ass enrolled afterward.
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Or maybe Quentin is just wrong. Still, their foreheads touch and it's beautiful, and then Klaus is invading his personal space and Quentin doesn't mind a single bit. ]
Hey, Klaus?
Thanks.
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good thing klaus'd already clenched his hands back when he did or else his confused response might've seemed harsher than he means.] What for? Urk.
I mean— [he winces, displeased with his ability to somehow make everything awkward,] —you're welcome, yeah, but I'm not sure why you're thanking me?
[which isn't any less clumsy, but he tried, and trying is what matters.]