Every second that ticks by is worse than the last, Klaus' barely-there resolve threatens to dissolve all the way the longer this lasts, and Five's own words to him aren't helping, either.
"I'm ready to die for you."
He feels his features slip, just slightly, his eyes crease at the corners, his lip trembles and he has to bite it all back, stuff it back in that box where all his feelings were supposed to be right now. He can't risk feeling the rising swell of emotion threatening to tighten his chest right now. He has to focus.
"Marking you for your pride," he breathes out, voice shakier than he'd like. Does it make it any better, knowing what he was doing? Klaus isn't sure it could, but he asked, and answering seemed the least he could do.
A glance to the demons holding the brothers captive tells him a single sin punished won't be enough. The thought of having to do something else makes h is stomach turn. He swallows thickly, remembering another of the simpler sins on the list Alcohol abuse.
Easy enough, he supposes, trying to keep what little amount of composure he has right now pulled tighter together. He shifts his attention a little higher up to the outer portion of his brother's thigh, keeping a grip on the scalpel as he slowly makes a crude, quarter-sized circle, and three more lines on the inside to form a triangle; the AA symbol.
Klaus realizes he could do less symbolism in this, but somehow these things felt more fitting to what was being asked of them both. He doesn't want to screw this up, make the demons decide it wasn't sufficient enough and end up watching something more gruesome than he's being made to do right now.
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He feels his features slip, just slightly, his eyes crease at the corners, his lip trembles and he has to bite it all back, stuff it back in that box where all his feelings were supposed to be right now. He can't risk feeling the rising swell of emotion threatening to tighten his chest right now. He has to focus.
"Marking you for your pride," he breathes out, voice shakier than he'd like. Does it make it any better, knowing what he was doing? Klaus isn't sure it could, but he asked, and answering seemed the least he could do.
A glance to the demons holding the brothers captive tells him a single sin punished won't be enough. The thought of having to do something else makes h is stomach turn. He swallows thickly, remembering another of the simpler sins on the list Alcohol abuse.
Easy enough, he supposes, trying to keep what little amount of composure he has right now pulled tighter together. He shifts his attention a little higher up to the outer portion of his brother's thigh, keeping a grip on the scalpel as he slowly makes a crude, quarter-sized circle, and three more lines on the inside to form a triangle; the AA symbol.
Klaus realizes he could do less symbolism in this, but somehow these things felt more fitting to what was being asked of them both. He doesn't want to screw this up, make the demons decide it wasn't sufficient enough and end up watching something more gruesome than he's being made to do right now.