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hadriel_logs2019-05-07 05:12 pm
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[closed] spend my days locked in a haze trying to forget you babe
Who: Klaus Hargreeves and Drake Holloway
What: Klaus needs help because he's a mess. Also emotions are hard.
Where: Drake and Ephemera's apartment.
When: Backdated to Apr. 27
Warnings: Mentions of sex (while intoxicated); drug use/Klaus is high (marijuana). Nothing explicit.
It's getting dark by the time he leaves Julie's place, because it was only polite to hang out with her for a bit after...well, all the stuff that had gone on. Besides, she was cool. A really cool girl. A cool girl that he'd slept with, less than a month after Dave bled out in his arms.
That's cool.
Before he can even finish that thought, he's already lighting a second joint, pulling on it before any of that can sink in too deep, because the only thing worse than the ghosts is the things that are swirling around his own brain right now. It's a little scary how little he thinks about or debates lighting up what he'd thought of as his 'backup sleeping joint' but there it is, shutting down his mind in exactly the way he'd wanted. Needed.
By the time it's done, the oppressive humidity of jungle air is getting to him, choking up his lungs and throat, the fuzzy haze of his high buzzing in the back of his head, all of it reminding him way too much of the jungles of Vietnam. So he goes to head home, except instead of the place he's crashing at, he ends up knocking on Drake's door instead. He looks like a mess, disheveled with messy hair and dark smudges under his eyes and smelling of weed and sex. Perfect. Just...fucking perfect.
What: Klaus needs help because he's a mess. Also emotions are hard.
Where: Drake and Ephemera's apartment.
When: Backdated to Apr. 27
Warnings: Mentions of sex (while intoxicated); drug use/Klaus is high (marijuana). Nothing explicit.
It's getting dark by the time he leaves Julie's place, because it was only polite to hang out with her for a bit after...well, all the stuff that had gone on. Besides, she was cool. A really cool girl. A cool girl that he'd slept with, less than a month after Dave bled out in his arms.
That's cool.
Before he can even finish that thought, he's already lighting a second joint, pulling on it before any of that can sink in too deep, because the only thing worse than the ghosts is the things that are swirling around his own brain right now. It's a little scary how little he thinks about or debates lighting up what he'd thought of as his 'backup sleeping joint' but there it is, shutting down his mind in exactly the way he'd wanted. Needed.
By the time it's done, the oppressive humidity of jungle air is getting to him, choking up his lungs and throat, the fuzzy haze of his high buzzing in the back of his head, all of it reminding him way too much of the jungles of Vietnam. So he goes to head home, except instead of the place he's crashing at, he ends up knocking on Drake's door instead. He looks like a mess, disheveled with messy hair and dark smudges under his eyes and smelling of weed and sex. Perfect. Just...fucking perfect.
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"They can't control who shows up or goes home any more than you or I can," he starts off, wanting to temper the hope he can hear in Klaus' voice. "I think they'd be a lot pickier if that was the case, honestly, some people here have caused serious problems."
Drake hesitates before continuing. Should he say they're working on it? Is that just going to make it worse? He doesn't want to totally crush Klaus, either.
"They're trying to figure out the Door, but haven't got it yet. And the focus is mostly on how to get to other worlds, not bring people here from them. I don't know if that'll ever be possible, or if we're stuck here forever if we want to live, or can go somewhere else... there are a lot of question marks right now."