[ there is blood in his mouth. blood in his mouth, staining his skin; blood caked over his knuckles and sticky in his palms. he has betrayed his friend. so fabricated a friendship it was, but there was something so very vulnerably sentimental in it to exploit. to manipulate with his words here and now. something real, something that hurts more than the blows lucifer lands. he feels it: anger, pain, and betrayal, ricocheting and reverberating through him, mixing with his fierce drive to persevere; to survive.
still he will fight with will and brutality, but the heart of it is gone past that moment: he absorbs any shots as much as deigns to return them.
until his sister saves the day. he feels the brunt of the spell, the release of his opponent's grip, and falls to the ground. klaus' eyes are wide as he breathes in, deep and sudden; despite how his bluster might fool others, there was true doubt in him to how this would end. there is relief, bottoming out his gut. there is worry, his gaze seeking freya. ]
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still he will fight with will and brutality, but the heart of it is gone past that moment: he absorbs any shots as much as deigns to return them.
until his sister saves the day. he feels the brunt of the spell, the release of his opponent's grip, and falls to the ground. klaus' eyes are wide as he breathes in, deep and sudden; despite how his bluster might fool others, there was true doubt in him to how this would end. there is relief, bottoming out his gut. there is worry, his gaze seeking freya. ]