(apollo's own words take time to sink in, his only thoughts how that smile could light up a rink without any help, those eyes that shine with nothing but vibrant love. something he's yearned for ever since he first set off on the ice.
he knows what he said. but it doesn't sink in for some time until he realizes exactly what he said. apollo might as well have confessed to him right then and there, professing his love to a complete stranger with no thoughts of the consequences until it's far too late and he's begging for some kind of natural disaster to occur and give him an out from this awful scenario.
until he hears the answer.
i don't want to share.
his face heats up, renewed and as noticeable as any costume on the ice. eyes grow wide in shock as the words settle in his mind, and it hits him like a truck doing 200 down a freeway.
they're flirting. klavier gavin is truly and honestly flirting with apollo justice, a no name already with a bad rep skater. part of him doesn't want to wake up if this is a dream. the other part is really hoping it's not a dream.
his eyes shift away, embarrassed and nervous, generally just looking like a mess. he rubs his arm as he gathers his courage, taking a shaky breath while giving a sideways glance to klavier.) Can... do you want to make tomorrow a date?
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he knows what he said. but it doesn't sink in for some time until he realizes exactly what he said. apollo might as well have confessed to him right then and there, professing his love to a complete stranger with no thoughts of the consequences until it's far too late and he's begging for some kind of natural disaster to occur and give him an out from this awful scenario.
until he hears the answer.
i don't want to share.
his face heats up, renewed and as noticeable as any costume on the ice. eyes grow wide in shock as the words settle in his mind, and it hits him like a truck doing 200 down a freeway.
they're flirting. klavier gavin is truly and honestly flirting with apollo justice, a no name already with a bad rep skater. part of him doesn't want to wake up if this is a dream. the other part is really hoping it's not a dream.
his eyes shift away, embarrassed and nervous, generally just looking like a mess. he rubs his arm as he gathers his courage, taking a shaky breath while giving a sideways glance to klavier.) Can... do you want to make tomorrow a date?