justchords: (IT'S DISTURBING TO SEE TOAD WITH A SPEAR)
apollo TIME TO FUCKING SERVE justice t(-_-t) ([personal profile] justchords) wrote in [community profile] halloforigin 2016-11-15 06:01 am (UTC)

(he could spend hours searching for words, something simple and clear to calm klavier, ease his worry that was quickly spreading over his face. but nothing comes. there isn't any way to spin this aside from "i'm fine now", and even that's a stretch of the facts. he's not allowed to exert himself, else wounds may reopen. he had to reply on himself to tend to his wounds, take medicine, lather with ointment, change bandages.

and he didn't want to lie anymore. even with how guilty and strained he feels, biting his own lip hard enough to leave noticeable indents, hunching over just slightly in guilt and leaving himself unable to put klavier's fears to rest. sure, the trauma had passed, but the very really scars were still there.

it's what comes next that surprises him.

he wouldn't have seen klavier's face, not as he stared holes into the floor, unable to look his loved one in the eye. he didn't want to see any more pain, any more pity because of him. but soon, words he knows are mixed with sounds he's never heard, and he's sure he'd find them beautiful out of klavier's mouth at any other point in time. he finally looks up, almost unsure of what he'll find, and he always seems to look up at klavier at the worst times today.

his heart didn't even plummet. it disappeared right out of his chest, contorting in pain at the sight of klavier making such a distressed and... angry expression. he flashes back momentarily to the tantrum klavier threw during his concert a year ago, but this? this was nothing like that. this was anguish and rage like nothing apollo had ever even imagined seeing on klavier's face. it pains him far more than any wound, has him reaching out to try and calm the anger before him, but he stops. he stops and stares down at his own arms, his chest, stomach, everything. all of it bandaged, even his legs covered by his pants. then he begins to think.

why is klavier so angry? it's a simple question, with a simple answer, just how klavier preferred things. apollo was injured. apollo almost died twice, once by murder. and that's when the realization hits him, the numb feeling in his chest all but gone.

apollo almost died. he almost died twice in one day, without finding the truth behind clay's murder. he was this close to losing everything, even when he'd already lost so much. and that thought, that epiphany slams into him like a brick wall, and apollo simply crumbles. his tears return, sliding down his face silently, as shaky, scared arms slowly raise to grip himself in a protective hug. it might hurt whatever bruises are beneath the bandages, but it's nothing to the pain in his heart after coming out of denial from his week. eyes stare wide down at the floor, his voice unusually quiet, even without the scratchy soreness to lower his volume.)
I was almost murdered.

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