(it's a challenge, he realizes, to not be swept up and taken in by that all too charming voice. it's soft, a kind of gentle he rarely hears, not invasive or demanding in the slightest, and he would even dare to say slightly teasing. it would be so simple, to just stay there, skate for as long as he wants with that warm voice coaxing him into it so easily.
no. what is he doing, letting himself get lost in the voice alone? this is still klavier gavin, and whether he's his former coach's brother or not, apollo refuses to sink to the level of his hormonal, screaming fans. he'll keep his composure, no matter how much it makes his heart swell that someone of his caliber actually gives a shit about him.
or at least. he hopes so. it's always better to err on the side of caution. for all he knows, the brother could just as easily have a twisted side as the elder. so he keeps his defenses up, back straight and not moving an inch towards the ice. even though it is tempting...) Then I'll leave you to your break, I guess.
(grabbing his gear and heading towards the door while praying that he won't try to somehow find a way to use that voice and smile to get him into the rink.)
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no. what is he doing, letting himself get lost in the voice alone? this is still klavier gavin, and whether he's his former coach's brother or not, apollo refuses to sink to the level of his hormonal, screaming fans. he'll keep his composure, no matter how much it makes his heart swell that someone of his caliber actually gives a shit about him.
or at least. he hopes so. it's always better to err on the side of caution. for all he knows, the brother could just as easily have a twisted side as the elder. so he keeps his defenses up, back straight and not moving an inch towards the ice. even though it is tempting...) Then I'll leave you to your break, I guess.
(grabbing his gear and heading towards the door while praying that he won't try to somehow find a way to use that voice and smile to get him into the rink.)