In one of the halls in his mind lives the values, the last closely-guarded echos of a freakishly tall, sternly mannered monster hunter. A man that had to forge his own way in the universe's greyest areas. Viktor suspects the ghost of him might have an opinion on the matter.
But Klaus is Klaus. He's immortal, for one. And, Viktor would counter to his friend, Klaus has always gone his own way. The more control Hargreeves would exert, the wilder Klaus became. And this Klaus can surely handle himself.
Or maybe this is exactly the kind of overjustification Sam would encourage him to be suspicious of.
The Force and marigold share so many properties. Lestat's power is entire different. The more Viktor senses it, the more he wants to know. How alike they are, how different.
It's not creepy because no one here is a groupie, a doughy fuckboy with Hargreeves' journal and a vendetta. Viktor doesn't know how they'd match up in a fight, but he knows he couldn't kill Lestat with simple immobility and telekinesis. Not that he'd want to, he still wonders what it might take.
Still, Viktor finds his mouth curved into a small smile. "Are you going to help," Viktor asks again, staring down the current of power in Lestat's crystal eyes, "or am I going to find him myself?"
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Date: 2024-11-23 03:22 am (UTC)But Klaus is Klaus. He's immortal, for one. And, Viktor would counter to his friend, Klaus has always gone his own way. The more control Hargreeves would exert, the wilder Klaus became. And this Klaus can surely handle himself.
Or maybe this is exactly the kind of overjustification Sam would encourage him to be suspicious of.
The Force and marigold share so many properties. Lestat's power is entire different. The more Viktor senses it, the more he wants to know. How alike they are, how different.
It's not creepy because no one here is a groupie, a doughy fuckboy with Hargreeves' journal and a vendetta. Viktor doesn't know how they'd match up in a fight, but he knows he couldn't kill Lestat with simple immobility and telekinesis. Not that he'd want to, he still wonders what it might take.
Still, Viktor finds his mouth curved into a small smile. "Are you going to help," Viktor asks again, staring down the current of power in Lestat's crystal eyes, "or am I going to find him myself?"