( astonishingly, this time, it seems they've got it right. after the last catastrophe, five doesn't think he breathes until he lays his eyes on all five of his siblings, taking count of each of them, before his eyes find the newspaper and the date.
it feels surreal, to no longer have an apocalypse having over his head, to not have the weight of his family's lives on his mind. it doesn't sink in, the whirlwind of celebration easy to ride, his siblings immediately ridding the house of its quiet as they talk over each other in honest excitement. the difference of night and day when compared to their behavior at the funeral, hardly tolerating one another, acting like alleycats instead of siblings.
despite the exhaustion that'd crept up on him earlier as they waited, bated breath, for a suitable briefcase, five's found a surge of energy in all the buzz of excitement. while he may be seated away, he's listening just the same. the more time edges forward, the more it sinks in, little by little, he's here to stay. no more expired twinkies and age old canned food in the apocalypse, no more working like a dog for the commission, taking out whoever they say because they say.
he's gotten a little lost in his thoughts, he realizes, when klaus surprises him, sliding smoothly behind the bar. still wearing the hat he'd picked up, but with a matching accent this time. five doesn't fight the tug at the corner of his mouth, indulging in the smile. this is a good day; the best he's had in forever.)
Surprise me. (he tells klaus in good faith; vanya makes decent coffee, he suspects klaus makes a decent drink. or a strong drink, which is just as well.) I think we can go a little wild tonight.
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it feels surreal, to no longer have an apocalypse having over his head, to not have the weight of his family's lives on his mind. it doesn't sink in, the whirlwind of celebration easy to ride, his siblings immediately ridding the house of its quiet as they talk over each other in honest excitement. the difference of night and day when compared to their behavior at the funeral, hardly tolerating one another, acting like alleycats instead of siblings.
despite the exhaustion that'd crept up on him earlier as they waited, bated breath, for a suitable briefcase, five's found a surge of energy in all the buzz of excitement. while he may be seated away, he's listening just the same. the more time edges forward, the more it sinks in, little by little, he's here to stay. no more expired twinkies and age old canned food in the apocalypse, no more working like a dog for the commission, taking out whoever they say because they say.
he's gotten a little lost in his thoughts, he realizes, when klaus surprises him, sliding smoothly behind the bar. still wearing the hat he'd picked up, but with a matching accent this time. five doesn't fight the tug at the corner of his mouth, indulging in the smile. this is a good day; the best he's had in forever.)
Surprise me. (he tells klaus in good faith; vanya makes decent coffee, he suspects klaus makes a decent drink. or a strong drink, which is just as well.) I think we can go a little wild tonight.