"Well, you know. Believe women and all that," Klaus says distractedly, climbing back over another desk as the ghost advances. It throws him a little, dealing with one so angry. It takes him back to the mausoleum, and the fear that he tried so hard to drown out with drugs and alcohol.
And really, fuck that. He's come too far to let some raggedy phantom set him back, so he grits his teeth and throws his hand out, sending out a bright burst of blue energy that wraps around the spirit like a web, shrinking the spirit down until it vanishes in a sparkling crack.
"Ugh, well. That will hold him for a bit," Klaus says as he takes a breath and runs his fingers through his hair, turning to look at Viktor. They both look like they could use a hug, so Klaus opens his arms in invitation. "Don't feel bad. We'll figure it out, okay?"
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Date: 2023-12-07 09:42 pm (UTC)And really, fuck that. He's come too far to let some raggedy phantom set him back, so he grits his teeth and throws his hand out, sending out a bright burst of blue energy that wraps around the spirit like a web, shrinking the spirit down until it vanishes in a sparkling crack.
"Ugh, well. That will hold him for a bit," Klaus says as he takes a breath and runs his fingers through his hair, turning to look at Viktor. They both look like they could use a hug, so Klaus opens his arms in invitation. "Don't feel bad. We'll figure it out, okay?"