[Apollo's words are sickeningly sweet in the best way, flowing from his lips and shaking Klavier's heart like the softest, strongest ballad, stirring his heartstrings until they ached. Each word softens his blue eyes even more.
Just listening to Apollo weave a tapestry of words in order to explain what they had, what they would have in the future, and everything in between. Lips split into a smile at the word sexted, the idea still humourous to him that they'd even attempted it. That's just what this relationship should be, though, right? Loving tender moments, times when you have to be sad but knowing the other will let you cry on them, knowing that you'll be okay in their arms and the sadness will pass. And then the moments where you can poke fun at each other, call each other teasing names or even stupider ones, make fun of their -sexting-, argue about comics.
That's what a true relationship was.
Apollo's head leans against his chest, and one hand reaches up to rub his hand along his shoulderblades. His chin leans down, tilting sideways to press his cheek against the top of the man's head, letting the feeling of his body heat stick as long as he can.
As for Apollo's question?]
I think we had equal luck in finding each other. Because from my eyes, I'm just as lucky.
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Just listening to Apollo weave a tapestry of words in order to explain what they had, what they would have in the future, and everything in between. Lips split into a smile at the word sexted, the idea still humourous to him that they'd even attempted it. That's just what this relationship should be, though, right? Loving tender moments, times when you have to be sad but knowing the other will let you cry on them, knowing that you'll be okay in their arms and the sadness will pass. And then the moments where you can poke fun at each other, call each other teasing names or even stupider ones, make fun of their -sexting-, argue about comics.
That's what a true relationship was.
Apollo's head leans against his chest, and one hand reaches up to rub his hand along his shoulderblades. His chin leans down, tilting sideways to press his cheek against the top of the man's head, letting the feeling of his body heat stick as long as he can.
As for Apollo's question?]
I think we had equal luck in finding each other. Because from my eyes, I'm just as lucky.