Duck Lake kind of wishing that i never did saturday

we can end here if you like! tysm for this he'll be visiting soon <33

unfortunately for them both, or maybe fortunate for the delicate ears of children and old women and the like, his chalkboard-etch voice diminished like a flame with no wind to feed it.

would vater be there?

would he care to see him? after waxing poetic about how he cared for their closeness, but had left again because he similarly couldn't withstand the connotations of his follies?

would he have more children who he would envy—for they could not question the pseudoscience behind his paternity?

he let the buzz of the insects in his head go on. klaus seemed to flap in the faint breeze.

he wouldn't speak.