( they were back. back to 2019, from a period of time they had never belonged in. it hadn't stopped them from influencing it, in their own ways, but that's what happens when you grow up being anything but ordinary, and not always in a complimentary way.
it felt like one hell of a field trip, but the satisfaction of turning around and seeing everyone there, with faces a mixtures of surprise and relief, was better than klaus would have thought. giddiness bubbled in his throat, and he had laughed the nerves out, pulling the closest to him - vanya - in a sweeping hug.
they did it. they actually did it. no doomsday, and 2019 was actually in one piece. call klaus crazy, but there was a part of him that didn't think they'd actually make it that far.
but they did, standing in the great room of the house they grew up in. empty and quiet and a little too big, but with a stocked bar and a newspaper with a date they were hoping to see.
whatever they were left with, tonight was not the time for contemplation. or being left to yourself, quite frankly. tonight was a celebration - and planning that vacation five pitched out.
and certainly not being left to his own thoughts. they were going to drink, because they deserved it, and drown themselves in coffee tomorrow.
speaking of, its five that klaus is making a beeline towards. luther and allison he left to be make all weird googley eyes at each other (it was still weird, okay!!) on the other end of the room, while diego pretended not to notice the tension and recounted some story or another.
it didn't surprise klaus one bit to find five seated at their bar, present but removed from the rest.
not that that would keep him from klaus, who slides smoothly behind the bar, grabs a cocktail shaker, and grins, tipping his hat that he's still kept on since they landed. ) What can I do you for, partner? ( said, naturally, in a way-too-exaggerated drawl. )
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it felt like one hell of a field trip, but the satisfaction of turning around and seeing everyone there, with faces a mixtures of surprise and relief, was better than klaus would have thought. giddiness bubbled in his throat, and he had laughed the nerves out, pulling the closest to him - vanya - in a sweeping hug.
they did it. they actually did it. no doomsday, and 2019 was actually in one piece. call klaus crazy, but there was a part of him that didn't think they'd actually make it that far.
but they did, standing in the great room of the house they grew up in. empty and quiet and a little too big, but with a stocked bar and a newspaper with a date they were hoping to see.
whatever they were left with, tonight was not the time for contemplation. or being left to yourself, quite frankly. tonight was a celebration - and planning that vacation five pitched out.
and certainly not being left to his own thoughts. they were going to drink, because they deserved it, and drown themselves in coffee tomorrow.
speaking of, its five that klaus is making a beeline towards. luther and allison he left to be make all weird googley eyes at each other (it was still weird, okay!!) on the other end of the room, while diego pretended not to notice the tension and recounted some story or another.
it didn't surprise klaus one bit to find five seated at their bar, present but removed from the rest.
not that that would keep him from klaus, who slides smoothly behind the bar, grabs a cocktail shaker, and grins, tipping his hat that he's still kept on since they landed. ) What can I do you for, partner? ( said, naturally, in a way-too-exaggerated drawl. )
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