Klaus (
wholeworldoutthere) wrote2012-03-06 06:41 pm
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When the dawn is still dark
It had been two days, as far as he could tell. Two bloody days (mostly in the figurative sense, sadly, but Klaus would not risk getting lynched by feeding off anyone on the station) and there was still no sign of their host, no hint as to why they had been brought here. More worryingly, two days and the vaccine still hadn't worn off. Klaus was still weak as a babe (or, more accurately, as a human, he imagined, but it had been too long for him to remember for certain), which explained his sudden need for caution.
If only his compulsion worked properly.
He had already explored as much of the station as he could access, but he still went for another walk that day. Perhaps calling it a stroll might be more appropriate, given the way he leisurely ambled around the station. Any more time spent alone in the suite he had appropriated and he might actually snap and decide to go on a bloody rampage of everyone that crossed his path. So he had grabbed one of these odd flashlights they'd been able to find here and there and gone on an afternoon stroll.
Yes, he had decided that this was the afternoon.
Now if only he could get his hands on the things he kept hearing noises from, he would be a marginally less bored hybrid. Sadly, he simply wasn't quick enough anymore.
If only his compulsion worked properly.
He had already explored as much of the station as he could access, but he still went for another walk that day. Perhaps calling it a stroll might be more appropriate, given the way he leisurely ambled around the station. Any more time spent alone in the suite he had appropriated and he might actually snap and decide to go on a bloody rampage of everyone that crossed his path. So he had grabbed one of these odd flashlights they'd been able to find here and there and gone on an afternoon stroll.
Yes, he had decided that this was the afternoon.
Now if only he could get his hands on the things he kept hearing noises from, he would be a marginally less bored hybrid. Sadly, he simply wasn't quick enough anymore.
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He would know.
"What, the stars?" he asked, glancing back at the window before looking at her again. "Perspective changes everything."
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She laughed, then, her voice a bit hoarse from crying. "I sound like a fool, don't I. Or a girl who has learned nothing of the world." That world was gone, and she knew it fair well - whether she returned to Westeros, or no.
"It is real? It is not a painting, or... or some sort of magic?" She resisted the urge to look again, instead just waiting earnestly.
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Arms propped on his thighs, he rubbed his thumb along his jawline, letting his gaze drift back to the window. A picture window; the phrase had never been more apt. "I wouldn't know about my heart, but it certainly stole my breath away, when I first saw it."
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She glanced over at him. "Do you think we will go home? That we will serve whatever purpose we have here, and then we'll go home again?"
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He was not overly worried, he had time. He was mostly mildly annoyed at being stuck here, in this dusty place. The observation rooms had taken some of the edge off of that irritation, but it still remained, addled by his weakened state and the knowledge that Rebekah might think that he had run out on her.
He could see the look on her face when he told her that no, he had in fact been abducted and transported to a space station.
"And I know that there is no point worrying over it," he added. "Take one day at a time, Alayne. It is too soon to tell either way."