[ The second Klaus's finger touches his wrist, Tim goes very still, the methodical movement of his chopping abruptly halted. He wonders for a second if Klaus can see the way his heart is thudding all of a sudden, not fast but just louder, like his whole body is thrumming with his pulse. If Klaus wasn't wearing gloves, and Tim's shirt wasn't long-sleeved, he wonders what the hell he would've sent over his way, and what Klaus would have given to him in return.
It's a lot to take in on its own, the implication that there's something to question, that Tim has to ask things to understand Klaus, and perhaps strangest of all, the outright confession that Klaus trusts him, for whatever reason. He swallows, thinly, and flexes his grip on the knife before he sets it down. ]
I'm not gonna go, [ he says, carefully. If nothing else, he's just too curious at this point. ] Are you magic like your momma was?
[ Why he says that and not 'mother' or even 'mom', he isn't sure, but it's out there now. ]
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Date: 2020-02-05 07:10 am (UTC)It's a lot to take in on its own, the implication that there's something to question, that Tim has to ask things to understand Klaus, and perhaps strangest of all, the outright confession that Klaus trusts him, for whatever reason. He swallows, thinly, and flexes his grip on the knife before he sets it down. ]
I'm not gonna go, [ he says, carefully. If nothing else, he's just too curious at this point. ] Are you magic like your momma was?
[ Why he says that and not 'mother' or even 'mom', he isn't sure, but it's out there now. ]