(apollo is glad, in certain cases, for what might be described as his "prickly personality". it means he doesn't always fall heads over heels for whoever or whatever, he as the sense to turn away from all that and continue his life without any issue. well. most of the time.
so it's here again, when apollo sees that smile on klavier's face, and he's sure any fan of the angel on ice would've screamed at a sight like that, a smile meant just for them. it should've been a dream come true.
apollo just saw it as another part of a nightmare. he's been here, working his ass off just for a little recognition for himself. he blunders once, and something about that smile just... stabs at apollo's heart, and not in the way one would think it might. he only sees someone mocking him again, focusing only on his mistakes and how oh so funny they must be to other people.
he straightens up, face firm and... maybe just a touch of pain in his eyes. he can't say he expected it from someone like klavier.) No. You haven't told me anything, where we'd go or do, or even why you're doing this. I don't know your reasons or motives or plans for any of this, and I'm not one of your screaming fans who'd do whatever you want at the drop of a hat.
(he pauses, just for a moment, that sinking feeling in his heart that he went too far. said too much, was a little too honest. his voice softens, expression going into something sadder, but only for the briefest of moments.) You... understand. And I'm grateful for that. But I'm done being dragged around by people on a whim for their own needs.
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so it's here again, when apollo sees that smile on klavier's face, and he's sure any fan of the angel on ice would've screamed at a sight like that, a smile meant just for them. it should've been a dream come true.
apollo just saw it as another part of a nightmare. he's been here, working his ass off just for a little recognition for himself. he blunders once, and something about that smile just... stabs at apollo's heart, and not in the way one would think it might. he only sees someone mocking him again, focusing only on his mistakes and how oh so funny they must be to other people.
he straightens up, face firm and... maybe just a touch of pain in his eyes. he can't say he expected it from someone like klavier.) No. You haven't told me anything, where we'd go or do, or even why you're doing this. I don't know your reasons or motives or plans for any of this, and I'm not one of your screaming fans who'd do whatever you want at the drop of a hat.
(he pauses, just for a moment, that sinking feeling in his heart that he went too far. said too much, was a little too honest. his voice softens, expression going into something sadder, but only for the briefest of moments.) You... understand. And I'm grateful for that. But I'm done being dragged around by people on a whim for their own needs.
(goddammit.)