[Words tumble out of Klavier's mouth until he runs out of breath, hand reaching out to the back end of the couch to support him as his other tears that drill curl apart, leaving nothing but a crimped wave of blonde hair in its wake. Apollo almost died twice--
No. He was almost killed twice. And Klavier would have never known until it was too late. He would have heard the news and his heart would've stopped beating in that moment, the last drumbeat of a rhythm in his heart coming to a full rest. It just couldn't handle the THOUGHT of Apollo not being here. He couldn't handle losing one more person in his life.
He'd often joked bitterly about being cursed, and that everyone around him was destined to fall either to crime or be a victim of it. This was no different. But this was one that mattered most of all.]
You were almost murdered, [He confirms in English, blue eyes cast up, spring replaced with cold, harsh winter. They trail from Apollo's wrists, tracking the way the bandages wrap around, wondering just what lie underneath those and if he should even imagine it. Wondering just how deep those wounds go both physically and psychologically. Afraid for a moment that if he let Apollo out of his sight for this one moment that he'd slip through his fingers like sand the tighter he held on.
But everything stops when he sees Apollo's face, eyes wide and boring holes into the floor in shock. It must've just sunk in that his life was only a fraction from death at that moment, and it puts a halt to his own anger in a second. Tears leave streaks down Apollo's face, a sight that Klavier wishes he could just magic away like one of Trucy's tricks. It didn't suit Apollo, to cry like that. He didn't deserve to have to be broken down like this.
Klavier's voice hitching ever so slightly, he reaches out, taking the man by the sides of his face. It was hard not to cry himself, looking at those tears fall across his thumbs as he tries to wipe them.
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No. He was almost killed twice. And Klavier would have never known until it was too late. He would have heard the news and his heart would've stopped beating in that moment, the last drumbeat of a rhythm in his heart coming to a full rest. It just couldn't handle the THOUGHT of Apollo not being here. He couldn't handle losing one more person in his life.
He'd often joked bitterly about being cursed, and that everyone around him was destined to fall either to crime or be a victim of it. This was no different. But this was one that mattered most of all.]
You were almost murdered, [He confirms in English, blue eyes cast up, spring replaced with cold, harsh winter. They trail from Apollo's wrists, tracking the way the bandages wrap around, wondering just what lie underneath those and if he should even imagine it. Wondering just how deep those wounds go both physically and psychologically. Afraid for a moment that if he let Apollo out of his sight for this one moment that he'd slip through his fingers like sand the tighter he held on.
But everything stops when he sees Apollo's face, eyes wide and boring holes into the floor in shock. It must've just sunk in that his life was only a fraction from death at that moment, and it puts a halt to his own anger in a second. Tears leave streaks down Apollo's face, a sight that Klavier wishes he could just magic away like one of Trucy's tricks. It didn't suit Apollo, to cry like that. He didn't deserve to have to be broken down like this.
Klavier's voice hitching ever so slightly, he reaches out, taking the man by the sides of his face. It was hard not to cry himself, looking at those tears fall across his thumbs as he tries to wipe them.
But he'll try.]
But you weren't.
And I've never been happier to hear you're alive.