[He chokes out the last of his tears, wiping them with his sleeve as he pulls Apollo closer. Arms secure themselves around Apollo's sides, supporting him as his face buries into his chest, feeling tears and sound soaked up into it. He knew Apollo got his message the moment he answered back, and that alone only amplified how much he loved this man. He could say it all day--and let's be real, he probably would--stroking his hair and keeping him close by as he waits for Apollo to get every last ounce of mourning out. This was his time to do that.
And Klavier would make sure he wasn't alone.
There's no place he'd rather be than right here, holding onto the pieces of Apollo that had broken. Only this time, he felt he could place them together again. Maybe even make it something stronger.　Fill the cracks in Apollo's life with gold, bring out the beauty in his hardships and make it so he can take another step in life with his head held high. Join him back together not to hide what was broken or replace it, but create something new out of the cracks.
He'd be the gold. Apollo was the entire vase.
Klavier's hand moves to shift underneath Apollo's face, reaching to pull his head up ever so slightly. It's only then that he feels the dampness of his shirt, stained by tears and wrinkled by Apollo's face. But he doesn't care. It was worth it for Apollo--tilting it up just enough to crane his head down....and place a kiss right on that forehead. It was only Apollo's hairline and hairstyle that made it seem so pronounced, and if he opted to wear his bangs forward, it wouldn't even be noticable. But here, Klavier plants a kiss on it, holding his lips there in a comforting gesture as his body shifts down, allowing for gravity if Apollo ever wanted to lean against him.
He'd be fine. But it was okay to not be right now.]
Herr Forehead.
[It's a whisper, lips brushing against his forehead as he speaks.]
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[He chokes out the last of his tears, wiping them with his sleeve as he pulls Apollo closer. Arms secure themselves around Apollo's sides, supporting him as his face buries into his chest, feeling tears and sound soaked up into it. He knew Apollo got his message the moment he answered back, and that alone only amplified how much he loved this man. He could say it all day--and let's be real, he probably would--stroking his hair and keeping him close by as he waits for Apollo to get every last ounce of mourning out. This was his time to do that.
And Klavier would make sure he wasn't alone.
There's no place he'd rather be than right here, holding onto the pieces of Apollo that had broken. Only this time, he felt he could place them together again. Maybe even make it something stronger.　Fill the cracks in Apollo's life with gold, bring out the beauty in his hardships and make it so he can take another step in life with his head held high. Join him back together not to hide what was broken or replace it, but create something new out of the cracks.
He'd be the gold. Apollo was the entire vase.
Klavier's hand moves to shift underneath Apollo's face, reaching to pull his head up ever so slightly. It's only then that he feels the dampness of his shirt, stained by tears and wrinkled by Apollo's face. But he doesn't care. It was worth it for Apollo--tilting it up just enough to crane his head down....and place a kiss right on that forehead. It was only Apollo's hairline and hairstyle that made it seem so pronounced, and if he opted to wear his bangs forward, it wouldn't even be noticable. But here, Klavier plants a kiss on it, holding his lips there in a comforting gesture as his body shifts down, allowing for gravity if Apollo ever wanted to lean against him.
He'd be fine. But it was okay to not be right now.]
Herr Forehead.
[It's a whisper, lips brushing against his forehead as he speaks.]
Is pizza okay tonight?