[the moment he'd realized how quickly shit began to escalate, klaus hadn't hesitated fleeing the house in honir, praying he'll maybe stumble across rhys before she does and—
jesus tapdancing christ, there they are, sprawled in what's becoming a rather bloody sort of heap. right there in the middle of gods and everyone, gaige is beating the ever-living hell out of rhys and if he doesn't do something soon, his face just might become hamburger meat. whoever all these people are that she's mentioning, klaus feels like someone deserves it, but does the poor hyperion fool she's got her hands on deserve this? probably not.
without thinking about it, his immediate instinct is activating his telekinesis, the cuffs around his wrists glowing faintly as he snaps invisible binds around gaige's arms and carefully lifts her off rhys. then it occurs to him: he should hold her legs too, just in case, which he does.]
Sorry, Firefly, [comes in a soft murmur. using his powers against someone (especially someone he cares about!) never feels good.]
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jesus tapdancing christ, there they are, sprawled in what's becoming a rather bloody sort of heap. right there in the middle of gods and everyone, gaige is beating the ever-living hell out of rhys and if he doesn't do something soon, his face just might become hamburger meat. whoever all these people are that she's mentioning, klaus feels like someone deserves it, but does the poor hyperion fool she's got her hands on deserve this? probably not.
without thinking about it, his immediate instinct is activating his telekinesis, the cuffs around his wrists glowing faintly as he snaps invisible binds around gaige's arms and carefully lifts her off rhys. then it occurs to him: he should hold her legs too, just in case, which he does.]
Sorry, Firefly, [comes in a soft murmur. using his powers against someone (especially someone he cares about!) never feels good.]