I'm glad I can't. I would've used that to my advantage way too much.
[ivar wants stories about his siblings? he's got a whole slew of them to share whenever the right moment comes. as it stands though, this doesn't seem to be the moment. perhaps it wasn't the best plan to start tossing ideas around while there's a chance he could become victim to the aforementioned powers.
good thing he'd gotten out whatever else he wanted to say before, since the moment he goes to snap at ivar for telling him to be quiet, nothing happens. his mouth opens, but klaus sits there, brow furrowed, looking utterly stupefied at having been silenced by someone else's abilities. initially, he reaches for his neck with an absurd amount of franticness (because what the fuck???), yet as soon as he notices the faint glow of ivar's bracelets, he second-guesses it, lowers his hand to reach for the viking's wrist instead.
the slightest jostle then he gestures toward the cuff with his other hand, motioning him to look before the gleam fades away. even if he doesn't see, he's gesturing toward himself afterward, waving at the front of his throat, still eerily silent through his motions. “see? i told you,” is what he's trying to convey. is it coming across? he has no clue, but he's trying so earnestly.]
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Date: 2019-10-14 03:45 am (UTC)[ivar wants stories about his siblings? he's got a whole slew of them to share whenever the right moment comes. as it stands though, this doesn't seem to be the moment. perhaps it wasn't the best plan to start tossing ideas around while there's a chance he could become victim to the aforementioned powers.
good thing he'd gotten out whatever else he wanted to say before, since the moment he goes to snap at ivar for telling him to be quiet, nothing happens. his mouth opens, but klaus sits there, brow furrowed, looking utterly stupefied at having been silenced by someone else's abilities. initially, he reaches for his neck with an absurd amount of franticness (because what the fuck???), yet as soon as he notices the faint glow of ivar's bracelets, he second-guesses it, lowers his hand to reach for the viking's wrist instead.
the slightest jostle then he gestures toward the cuff with his other hand, motioning him to look before the gleam fades away. even if he doesn't see, he's gesturing toward himself afterward, waving at the front of his throat, still eerily silent through his motions. “see? i told you,” is what he's trying to convey. is it coming across? he has no clue, but he's trying so earnestly.]