[ he could do without the commentary, truth be told, but it's yet to truly bother him with more than passing irritation. he lets it add and tend to the flame regardless; the rage he wishes to direct to who or what really deserves his ire and retribution has found a mark, for now.
it's even satisfying, feeling the anger in reaction to that dizzying head trauma, dealt so easily and brutally klaus can feel the bones breaking and taste the blood filling his mouth. he's on his way to healed even as his body crashes into the bar, breaking and splintering oh so many furnishings.
something akin in a growl leaves his throat, the blood still wet on his face, his curls hanging over his forehead. he gets to his feet, no worse for wear.
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it's even satisfying, feeling the anger in reaction to that dizzying head trauma, dealt so easily and brutally klaus can feel the bones breaking and taste the blood filling his mouth. he's on his way to healed even as his body crashes into the bar, breaking and splintering oh so many furnishings.
something akin in a growl leaves his throat, the blood still wet on his face, his curls hanging over his forehead. he gets to his feet, no worse for wear.
he's coming for you again, lucy :') ]