[ well, he doesn't want to go to the romantic little teashop because it is, despite its saccharine reputation, more absurd than romantic. he can think of a more suitable location to take his new belle, and he does intend to get them there eventually.
he is confident. as confident as a boy entirely addled by love can be, so foolishly so. and she does make him feel rather foolish too, leaning in with eager expectations and waiting for the warm and welcome brush of her lips. he wants to give her something sweet, in all the sensual ways her words imply, all the ways they send a shiver up and down his spine.
(he'd like to give her everything, despite how very little he has to give: besides money and power, he is a broken boy from a twisted home, tarnished, tainted, and incomplete. it took very little effort indeed to pull klaus those few steps, and not only because he wasn't fighting her so hard. his eyes are sunken and he is paler every day, but she lights him up.
there's so little he allows to do so.
so little there has been, the last few years, and before that.)
he spasms at the tickle of her fingers, nearly chokes on his gasp. it shouldn't and doesn't surprise him, how she pulls the rug out from under him. he flushes and his hand grapples to grab hers and hold it firmly; he folds her arm behind her to keep her close. to press her against him and spin her away from the ice mice. ] You aren't on your way to earning it.
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he is confident. as confident as a boy entirely addled by love can be, so foolishly so. and she does make him feel rather foolish too, leaning in with eager expectations and waiting for the warm and welcome brush of her lips. he wants to give her something sweet, in all the sensual ways her words imply, all the ways they send a shiver up and down his spine.
(he'd like to give her everything, despite how very little he has to give: besides money and power, he is a broken boy from a twisted home, tarnished, tainted, and incomplete. it took very little effort indeed to pull klaus those few steps, and not only because he wasn't fighting her so hard. his eyes are sunken and he is paler every day, but she lights him up.
there's so little he allows to do so.
so little there has been, the last few years, and before that.)
he spasms at the tickle of her fingers, nearly chokes on his gasp. it shouldn't and doesn't surprise him, how she pulls the rug out from under him. he flushes and his hand grapples to grab hers and hold it firmly; he folds her arm behind her to keep her close. to press her against him and spin her away from the ice mice. ] You aren't on your way to earning it.