[and that's what klaus's pleased about, getting to see ivar's happiness with discovering his new powers. he doesn't imagine the problems stemming from it, the consequences of his actions usually go forgotten until the one particular moment where they come to bite him in the ass.
kinda like how ivar's just suggested he kiss him. hold the fuck up—] W-What? Uh...
[since there is hesitancy with the command, but not enough that he can resist it, much to his misfortune. blinking owlishly, he shifts in spite of himself, leans onto his hands and knees, works his way forward at an almost agonizingly slow pace. this is a bad idea, this is such a bad idea, yet he's planting his hands on the arms of ivar's wheelchair once close enough, bridging the remaining distance between them anyway and dropping a kiss against the corner of ivar's mouth.]
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kinda like how ivar's just suggested he kiss him. hold the fuck up—] W-What? Uh...
[since there is hesitancy with the command, but not enough that he can resist it, much to his misfortune. blinking owlishly, he shifts in spite of himself, leans onto his hands and knees, works his way forward at an almost agonizingly slow pace. this is a bad idea, this is such a bad idea, yet he's planting his hands on the arms of ivar's wheelchair once close enough, bridging the remaining distance between them anyway and dropping a kiss against the corner of ivar's mouth.]