Ah... (any protests he had begin to fade away in his mind, and this is nothing but the absolute best time to catch klavier. end of the day, when he strips off the glimmerous outer layer of himself to something more casual, something apollo finds himself far too in love with on a daily basis. how his hair falls and curls around his shoulders, formal rock star clothes replaced with more snug clothing, all the better for apollo to cuddle against (and really that's his favorite thing to do), but what kills him every time is the face.
those freckles dotting his face, apollo mentally trailing lines between all of them, bringing him speechless. no different from the first time he saw them, and he's not sure if they'll ever stop making his heart race just a little faster. his face brightens to bright red, mouth slightly agape as he stares at something too wonderful to just be called "boyfriend".
eventually, the teasing words klavier speaks hit him, finally finding his voice again when he speaks.) Y... You tricked me!
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those freckles dotting his face, apollo mentally trailing lines between all of them, bringing him speechless. no different from the first time he saw them, and he's not sure if they'll ever stop making his heart race just a little faster. his face brightens to bright red, mouth slightly agape as he stares at something too wonderful to just be called "boyfriend".
eventually, the teasing words klavier speaks hit him, finally finding his voice again when he speaks.) Y... You tricked me!
(but god, did it have to squeak like that.)