[ he has her. she need not expend the energy of pushing herself inside. the moment she appears he has her in hand, his fingers curling around her icy arms in a strong, guiding grip. klaus ignores the pain that sears him at the pressure and friction, can grant the terrible stinging little mind in the wake of the adrenaline and relief coursing through him, the realization his damned, buried hope was not misplaced.
he feels his breath catch in his chest, pulling her to him with the little strength he has, tumbling back onto the floor to pull her completely free, his legs spread with her tucked in his arms. his palms leave impressions of blood on her thin clothes as he hugs her to his chest, and murmurs. ] It's all right, sweetheart, it's all right.
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he feels his breath catch in his chest, pulling her to him with the little strength he has, tumbling back onto the floor to pull her completely free, his legs spread with her tucked in his arms. his palms leave impressions of blood on her thin clothes as he hugs her to his chest, and murmurs. ] It's all right, sweetheart, it's all right.