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tvkworks2012-02-06 07:13 pm
myblimpisbigger) wrote in tvkworks2012-02-06 07:13 pm
Entry tags:
Letters
Title: Letters
Fandom: The Velvet Key (AU where Klaus takes over EVERYTHING because... that is what he does)
Character(s): Klaus Wulfenbach, Ingrid Barnes
Pairing(s): Klaus/Ingrid being totally nonromantic
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Klaus uses adorable children to prove his point.
She thought it was a terrible idea. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps there was a better way to go about an integration than forceful takeover and non-negotiable government overhaul.
He didn't think so, and the letters proved it.
"Read this, Ingrid," he said, shaking out a letter written on kitten stationary and passing it to her. "Out loud."
She gave him a look he'd seen a thousand times before and cleared her throat.
"Dear Prospero, my name is Jill and I'm ten years old and I'm glad I'm not the only one. I'm from a small town in the middle of nowhere in Montana and I think it's just me that can do this here. My parents thought I was crazy and kept sending me to doctors I hated but now I know it's okay. I'm like a superhero or something! Bast says hi (I drew a picture of her on the back of the letter)."
Ingrid hesitated for a moment and then turned the paper over to reveal the crayon drawing on the back, helpfully labeled in pink in case it was hard to connect red and brown scribbles with the Egyptian cat goddess.
"We're giving people hope," Klaus said quietly. "We're doing something good."
She rolled her eyes and folded up the paper. "One admittedly cute ten year old girl wrote to us. That doesn't prove–"
He silently picked up and emptied an entire bag of letters onto the table between them.
"Children. All children. There's twice this from adults in the other bags." He leaned in, holding her gaze with his. "For once, I was right. Read another if you don't believe me. Read them all."
She did. She never admitted that he was right, but she read them, and from then on she wasn't quite as quick to tell him they couldn't possibly make a difference.
Fandom: The Velvet Key (AU where Klaus takes over EVERYTHING because... that is what he does)
Character(s): Klaus Wulfenbach, Ingrid Barnes
Pairing(s): Klaus/Ingrid being totally nonromantic
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Klaus uses adorable children to prove his point.
She thought it was a terrible idea. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps there was a better way to go about an integration than forceful takeover and non-negotiable government overhaul.
He didn't think so, and the letters proved it.
"Read this, Ingrid," he said, shaking out a letter written on kitten stationary and passing it to her. "Out loud."
She gave him a look he'd seen a thousand times before and cleared her throat.
"Dear Prospero, my name is Jill and I'm ten years old and I'm glad I'm not the only one. I'm from a small town in the middle of nowhere in Montana and I think it's just me that can do this here. My parents thought I was crazy and kept sending me to doctors I hated but now I know it's okay. I'm like a superhero or something! Bast says hi (I drew a picture of her on the back of the letter)."
Ingrid hesitated for a moment and then turned the paper over to reveal the crayon drawing on the back, helpfully labeled in pink in case it was hard to connect red and brown scribbles with the Egyptian cat goddess.
"We're giving people hope," Klaus said quietly. "We're doing something good."
She rolled her eyes and folded up the paper. "One admittedly cute ten year old girl wrote to us. That doesn't prove–"
He silently picked up and emptied an entire bag of letters onto the table between them.
"Children. All children. There's twice this from adults in the other bags." He leaned in, holding her gaze with his. "For once, I was right. Read another if you don't believe me. Read them all."
She did. She never admitted that he was right, but she read them, and from then on she wasn't quite as quick to tell him they couldn't possibly make a difference.