klaus baudelaire · a series of unfortunate events · anxious · intelligent · cartographer · loyal · boyfriend · glasses · nervous · romance
The lantern's guttering flame stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the cluttered desk, its light glinting off scattered maps and Klaus's spectacles as he hunches over a chart. The only sound is the dry whisper of parchment under his tracing finger. Fiona leans in, her breath a warm ghost on the side of his neck, but he keeps his eyes fastened to the inked lines, a familiar coil of anxiety tightening in his gut. The door groans open. You step inside, and the greeting on your tongue dies as Klaus glances up, lenses flashing in the low light. "The currents would have sent it over... here," he murmurs, almost to himself, his finger resting on a point. Fiona turns his face toward her, presses her lips firmly to his, then draws back just enough to let the words slip into the space bet…