[He can't blame Apollo, honestly. Everything in his life was being taken away, and Klavier was just one small part of it. Any doubt cast, any darkness seen in what little light the man had left...it's no wonder he went for the worst. Why would anything good happen to him?
A question Klavier often asked himself. Why would Apollo ever want his love? After all, Kristoph didn't, Daryan had flat out rejected it at one point. And both were behind bars now, using him and hiding behind him in their own schemes.
But here they both are, basking in the open heart of the other, soaking in whatever they were given. He'd allow Apollo to cry on him until his tears ran dry, and he'd be here to clean his face off, gel his hair, make sure he ate correctly. That's what a boyfriend would do, isn't it?
And with those lips pressed against his forehead, he can't help but smile. Boyfriend. That had a really nice ring to it, didn't it. He waits silently for Apollo's answer, one hand still holding the flyer he'd grabbed from the kitchen. Among soft sobs and sniffles, he hears his answer, and he can't help but settle more against the man, letting Apollo adjust in turn.
But then that's something he doesn't expect--the wincing, the whining, the way he seems to pull away ever so slightly, and this time not like he'd done with the kiss. This was more resigned...like he was in pain.]
Is something wrong, Apollo?
[Blue eyes cast themselves deep into Apollo's brown, searching for an answer.]
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A question Klavier often asked himself. Why would Apollo ever want his love? After all, Kristoph didn't, Daryan had flat out rejected it at one point. And both were behind bars now, using him and hiding behind him in their own schemes.
But here they both are, basking in the open heart of the other, soaking in whatever they were given. He'd allow Apollo to cry on him until his tears ran dry, and he'd be here to clean his face off, gel his hair, make sure he ate correctly. That's what a boyfriend would do, isn't it?
And with those lips pressed against his forehead, he can't help but smile. Boyfriend. That had a really nice ring to it, didn't it. He waits silently for Apollo's answer, one hand still holding the flyer he'd grabbed from the kitchen. Among soft sobs and sniffles, he hears his answer, and he can't help but settle more against the man, letting Apollo adjust in turn.
But then that's something he doesn't expect--the wincing, the whining, the way he seems to pull away ever so slightly, and this time not like he'd done with the kiss. This was more resigned...like he was in pain.]
Is something wrong, Apollo?
[Blue eyes cast themselves deep into Apollo's brown, searching for an answer.]