Klaus's nostrils flared as he scowled down at her, jaw set with tension...but not as much as there could have been. With her small, strong hand in his, and that barely suppressed smile, he had no foundation on which to hang his fury. Like the slide of his pencil on the thick stock of his pad, it slipped away from him, and all that was left was...a chair he'd pulled into her room, and that pale specter in his study, his sketches in her hands.
I woke up alone, and I came looking for you.
With a quiet growl, he released her hand once she was on her feet.
"Fine." he bit off. "To bed with you, I'll bring the bottle. Off you pop."
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Date: 2014-08-21 05:58 pm (UTC)I woke up alone, and I came looking for you.
With a quiet growl, he released her hand once she was on her feet.
"Fine." he bit off. "To bed with you, I'll bring the bottle. Off you pop."