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⠀ ╱ HIS. ╱⠀⠀ ᵇⁱʳᵈˢ⠀ᵒᶠ ⠀ᵖʳᵉʸ ‘’
⠀⠀ ( .. )⠀ ❛ აune’s scent alone was the source of his recognition. there was a time he recalled being able to see her face as clear as day, though it was no longer a sight to behold. his mind, however, still clung to the remnants of a lost past shared in forbidden secrecy. stiffened shoulders held their tension, turning lax only when he forced a slower breath through his lungs. his head tilted, honing in on the mouse-like silence of her steps across the room. even that had remained the same—he cut his thoughts short.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ the study stood in quiet wealth around him. tall shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, burdened with aged books and parchment. the faint scent of leather bindings and old paper settled into the air, warmed by the low crackle of a nearby hearth. somewhere, the soft tick of a clock measured time with quiet precision. klaus reached toward the edge of the desk, fingers brushing along the polished wood until they found what he sought. a letter had been prepared for her. alas, he took hold of it, and with a controlled sweep of his arm, klaus held it out in vast silence. ⋆