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Ben is here, which is exciting and new and so incredibly surreal that Allison has woken up each morning since their reunion wondering if it had all been a dream. But no, she'll get up and see Ben and it's real. He's real and he's back.
It's made the last couple of days some of the happiest Allison has had since arriving in Darrow, but there's a noticeable gap in that joy. Klaus has been a bit scarce, more than usual, and she wonders if there's a reason for it. Ben's story is insane, but one thought has stuck with Allison and it keeps growing with every day she doesn't get to talk to Klaus about it.
He knew Ben was there the whole time, and he never told them. He'd lied by omission for so long -- and maybe it was because he'd never been confident with his powers, or maybe it was because he could never really conjure Ben, but still. Ben had been there. The chance to see or talk to Ben had been there, other than that one night in the theatre.
She's winding down for the night, her door cracked slightly just to listen to everyone else. It's nice to hear the sounds of everyone else coming and going, a reminder that most of her family is here and they're just waiting for two more rooms to be filled.
A flash of movement and the sound of Klaus's door opening and closing catches her attention, and Allison shoots out of bed so quickly she nearly falls. It's a little chilly so she grabs her blanket to cover up her shorts and t-shirt and shuffles across the hall to Klaus's door before he can escape into the night or to Obi-Wan's, or wherever he's been the last couple of nights.
"Klaus," she hisses when she opens his door, not caring one bit about his privacy, only her need to talk to him. Allison eyes the hall, glad to see it's still quiet before she closes his bedroom door behind her. She gathers up her lilac blanket around her shoulders to keep herself covered up and warm.
"Sit down. We're going to talk."
It's made the last couple of days some of the happiest Allison has had since arriving in Darrow, but there's a noticeable gap in that joy. Klaus has been a bit scarce, more than usual, and she wonders if there's a reason for it. Ben's story is insane, but one thought has stuck with Allison and it keeps growing with every day she doesn't get to talk to Klaus about it.
He knew Ben was there the whole time, and he never told them. He'd lied by omission for so long -- and maybe it was because he'd never been confident with his powers, or maybe it was because he could never really conjure Ben, but still. Ben had been there. The chance to see or talk to Ben had been there, other than that one night in the theatre.
She's winding down for the night, her door cracked slightly just to listen to everyone else. It's nice to hear the sounds of everyone else coming and going, a reminder that most of her family is here and they're just waiting for two more rooms to be filled.
A flash of movement and the sound of Klaus's door opening and closing catches her attention, and Allison shoots out of bed so quickly she nearly falls. It's a little chilly so she grabs her blanket to cover up her shorts and t-shirt and shuffles across the hall to Klaus's door before he can escape into the night or to Obi-Wan's, or wherever he's been the last couple of nights.
"Klaus," she hisses when she opens his door, not caring one bit about his privacy, only her need to talk to him. Allison eyes the hall, glad to see it's still quiet before she closes his bedroom door behind her. She gathers up her lilac blanket around her shoulders to keep herself covered up and warm.
"Sit down. We're going to talk."
